Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Zhang Xianhuai stood there quietly, looking at the two mutilated bodies in front of him.

He suddenly raised his knife and cut off the two heads.

The two heads rolled on the ground, blood dripping.

"Go, have them preserve it with quicklime. I want to take it back to Chang'an."

Zhang Xianhuai's voice was low and hoarse.

"Yes! Commander!"

Two Jinyiwei responded in unison, one of them stepped forward, picked up a head, and walked out quickly.

Their expressions were serious and their steps were steady.

Another Jinyiwei came up with a basin of clean water and carefully placed it next to Wang Xianhuai.

Zhang Xianhuai slowly squatted down, put his blood-stained hands into the basin, and scrubbed them vigorously.

The basin of clear water soon turned red, and after washing his hands repeatedly, they finally returned to their original color.

He took the cloth handed to him by his subordinate, dried his hands carefully, then turned around and picked up Lu Jingsuo's spirit tablet.

"Jing Suo, I will vent your anger for you first."

He spoke softly, as if Lu Jingsuo was right beside him.

Then he carefully placed the memorial tablet.

"Have all the people in Taiyuan gathered?"

Zhang Xianhuai asked, looking at the Jinyiwei behind him with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Reporting to the commander, all the people in Taiyuan City have gathered."

The Jinyiwei behind him answered respectfully.

Zhang Xianhuai nodded.

"Let's go then."

He waved his hand and strode forward with a group of Jinyiwei.

At this time, the people of Taiyuan City were gathered in Yingkou, Taiyuan.

This place was originally used for garrisoning troops, but is now abandoned, with a sense of desolation and ruin everywhere.

But the space here is spacious enough to accommodate many people.

The most important thing is that there is a high platform here, which looks particularly abrupt in the open space.

At this time, all the officials of Taiyuan City, big and small, were kneeling in embarrassment on this high platform under the oppression of the Jinyiwei.

Their faces were pale, their eyes were full of fear and despair, and their bodies were trembling.

Below the platform were densely packed Taiyuan residents. Their eyes were numb, as if they had lost hope in everything in this world. They just stood there mechanically, like a group of soulless puppets.

Zhang Xianhuai hurriedly led the Jinyiwei up to the platform, his eyes scanning the people below.

When he saw the numb eyes of the people, he felt as if his heart was stabbed hard, and a sharp pain surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and then took the brocade box handed to him by his subordinate.

"People of Taiyuan! His Majesty has issued an order!"

He raised the imperial edict in his hand high and shouted in a loud voice.

He tried to make his voice travel farther so that the people behind him could see more clearly.

When the people in the front row heard that there was an imperial decree, they mechanically knelt down.

The people behind didn't know what was happening and knelt down with the crowd.

He held the imperial edict and his eyes fell on the common people below again. Seeing their thin clothes fluttering in the cold wind and their bodies shivering from the cold, his eyes were full of pity.

He sighed and slowly put away the imperial edict.

"Let's not start today."

He whispered, a hint of determination in his tone.

"Go cook porridge and feed the people."

He looked at the Jinyiwei beside him and gave orders.

"Take out all the clothes from the Wang family and distribute them to the people to keep them warm. If there are not enough, send people with money to the nearby prefectures and counties to buy more."

His eyes were firm and unquestionable.

"Commander, the imperial edict..."

His Jinyiwei asked worriedly, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Zhang Xianhuai shook his head and said calmly, "There's no rush for the imperial edict. There are too many people who talk nonsense to the people. We must do practical things and ensure that the people have enough food and clothing first. Only then will they trust the court."

"Only in this way can our actions be meaningful and the imperial court's will truly be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

"Go do it!"

He waved his hand, his tone firm.

"Yes! Commander!"

The Jinyiwei responded in unison and then took quick action.

……

On that day, the Jinyiwei in Taiyuan City became busy and quickly set up fifty large pots.

These big pots were lined up in a row on the open space, with flames burning under them, illuminating the busy figures around them.

The pot is full of steaming rice porridge, which is rolling and emitting bursts of fragrance.

These grains were confiscated from the Wang family and the governor's mansion, and the rice inside was even moldy.

The grain was piled up in the warehouse and allowed to rot, and the Wang family and those officials would rather watch it molder than take out a little to share with the suffering people in Taiyuan City.

The people looked at the Jinyiwei who were cooking porridge in confusion, their eyes full of doubt and distrust.

They didn't know what these people from Chang'an were going to do. As far as they could remember, no one had ever really cared about their life or death.

They have become accustomed to being oppressed and exploited, and to struggling to survive in hunger and cold.

When the rice porridge was ready and the Jinyiwei shouted at them to get a bowl each and not to crowd or grab it, everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

Their eyes widened as if they couldn't believe their ears.

In their world, it is simply a fantasy that someone would give porridge to a group of untouchables like them.

But when the first person received a bowl of porridge, the steaming porridge in his hands exuded a warm breath.

The other people finally reacted. They rushed forward as if they had seen a life-saving straw, fearing that it would be gone if it was too late.

The crowd suddenly became crowded, with shouts and yells coming one after another.

Looking at the crowded crowd, the Jinyiwei held the hilt of the Embroidered Spring Sword with their right hand and opened their left hand to maintain order.

Their eyes were majestic, their postures were upright, and the cold embroidered spring swords flashed with a cold light, giving people an invisible deterrent.

Under the deterrence of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, order suddenly improved a lot.

Every citizen in Taiyuan City was given a bowl of porridge, although this bowl of porridge could not fill their stomachs.

But after drinking some hot porridge, the warm feeling spread from my throat to my stomach, and then spread throughout my body, and I finally felt a lot warmer.

Some emotions began to appear in their numb eyes, including surprise, emotion, and a hint of anticipation for the future.

The Jinyiwei not only gave them porridge, but also gave each of them a piece of clothing to keep out the cold.

Although those clothes were not very warm, they were extremely precious cloth to the people who were often poorly clothed.

The Wang family had a large number of clothes. In addition to the silks and satins they usually wore, there were also various clothes for domestic servants and private soldiers, which filled four large warehouses.

In addition, there are many warehouses stocked with brand new fabrics of rich colors and high quality.

And these things are just the tip of the iceberg of the Wang family's wealth.

Even Zhang Xianhuai, who grew up in Xianyang and is well-informed, couldn't help but be shocked by the huge wealth of the Wang family.

He never imagined that a family could accumulate so much wealth, and this wealth should have been used to help countless suffering people.

On that day, Zhang Xianhuai wrote a dispatch in which he described in detail what he had seen and heard in Taiyuan City, the suffering of the people, and the wealth of the Wang family.

After writing it, he handed the express report to a Jinyiwei and ordered it seriously: "Ride as fast as you can and submit it to His Majesty without the slightest delay."

After receiving the order, the Jinyiwei mounted his horse, raised a cloud of dust, and galloped towards Chang'an.