Chapter Two: Beast
As their eyes locked with intense heat, a voice tinged with resentment and bitterness suddenly rang out: “Brother Zhao, what exactly does Father mean? Why would he move Li Tai to the Wude Hall?”
“Wude Hall? What kind of place is that? He’s clearly telling everyone he favors that chubby one more!”
It was indeed Li Chengqian.
Li Shimin’s pupils contracted sharply, a wave of fury surging to his forehead.
The Wude Hall was where he had lived before ascending the throne—an immensely significant place.
By moving Li Tai there, he intended to admonish Li Chengqian, to spur him on.
Yet he never expected that, in his eyes, this would be twisted into such disgraceful speculation!
Next, Li Chengqian’s voice choked with suppressed sobs.
“I hate it! I really hate it! What right does he have? Because he’s better at pleasing Father? Because of that hypocritical act of his?”
“Beast! Truly a beast!”
Li Shimin trembled with rage, his teeth grinding loudly.
Li Tai and Li Chengqian were full brothers by the same mother.
To harbor such malice towards his own brother was utterly inhuman—unworthy of being called a brother!
He forced down the impulse to burst in and drag out this wayward son for a brutal beating; veins bulged on his forehead, fists clenched so tightly the knuckles turned white.
In the adjacent “Heaven No. 1” private chamber,
a young man dressed in a simple blue robe, with an unremarkable face, lounged casually on a soft couch, sipping a steaming cup of tea with leisurely enjoyment.
Opposite him sat Crown Prince Li Chengqian, face full of grievance, gulping down his drinks gloomily.
This young man’s name was Zhao Mu, who had traveled to the Tang dynasty some years ago.
Armed with modern thinking far ahead of this era by a thousand years,
he transformed what was once an ordinary brothel into the “Heaven on Earth,” a complex offering bathing, massage, dining, and entertainment.
It soon swept Chang’an, attracting countless nobles and officials eager to visit.
Crown Prince Li Chengqian was among its regular patrons.
Zhao Mu set down his teacup, observing Li Chengqian’s deeply pained expression, and shook his head lightly.
“To be honest, your father is quite the capable dad.”
“For the sake of balancing court politics, he’s forced his own son—the future emperor of Tang—to live in constant suspicion and restless anxiety.”
“He thinks he’s tempering you, training your character, but has he ever considered your feelings? This is nothing but stabbing you right in the heart—a senseless torment!”
Next door, Li Shimin heard Zhao Mu’s blunt and candid remarks, trembling with anger, his face shifting from pale to purple, then to black.
“Incompetent? How am I incompetent?”
“For the sake of Tang’s realm, I have labored tirelessly, rising early and resting late, striving with all my might—is that not enough?”
“To raise you as Crown Prince, I have poured my heart and soul in ways you cannot imagine, yet he dares to slander me behind my back!”
What made it worse was that the speaker was a certain Brother Zhao from a brothel—someone he had never even met!
“Your Majesty, please calm down, please!” Changsun Wuji hurriedly whispered, fearing Li Shimin might lose control and storm in.
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