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

The affair between Princess Gaoyang and Bian Ji was supposed to come to light in the 22nd year of Zhenguan.

It is now the first year of Qianwu, which is equivalent to the sixteenth year of Zhenguan from a certain special timeline conversion.

Because of the unexpected intervention of the special agency Jinyiwei, the gears of fate were quietly turned, causing this secret matter to be exposed to Li Chengqian ahead of time.

If you count carefully, the two of them have been secretly in love for at least six years in history.

Li Chengqian's thoughts spread instantly, and many ideas came to his mind.

The vermilion-lacquered door of Princess Gaoyang's mansion slowly opened, and the heavy door hinges made a long creaking sound.

Zhang Xianhuai held his head high and chest out, strode forward, and without hesitation took out the commander's badge that symbolized power from his arms. His movements were decisive and his eyes were cold and sharp.

He raised his chin slightly, and in a low and steady voice, he uttered a few words lightly: "Your Majesty is here in person."

Although the tone was not high-pitched, it seemed to carry an invisible pressure.

The servant had been looking at the newcomer with a puzzled look on his face, but upon hearing this announcement, his face turned pale as paper, his legs went limp, and he fell straight to his knees on the ground with a plop, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Li Chengqian narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes. He looked at the servant quietly. That look was as real as substance, making the servant feel uneasy.

He spoke softly, his voice not loud but clearly audible: "Don't make it public, where are the people from Gaoyang?"

When the servant heard this, he was stunned at first, his eyes full of panic and helplessness, as if his brain had gone blank in an instant.

His lips trembled slightly, and he stammered for a long time before finally squeezing out a few words: "Your Majesty, Princess Gaoyang has gone to worship Buddha. She will not return home until after dinner every day."

Li Chengqian sneered in his heart, but did not point out this obvious lie. He just nodded slightly.

"Go and do your own thing. I'm here to see Fang Yiai. I'm here incognito for a private visit."

"Don't let anyone know what happened today. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The servant responded hastily, as if he had been pardoned, his voice full of fear.

"Xian Huai, give him half a guan."

Li Chengqian ordered calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Zhang Xianhuai quickly untied the package behind him, reached in and fumbled around in it, took out half a string of coins, and with a slight wave of his arm, the half string of coins drew an arc in the air and fell in front of the servant with a "clang".

The servant looked at the coins on the ground, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he kowtowed like a chicken pecking at rice, shouting: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward, thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward!"

Li Chengqian nodded again, his expression slightly relaxed. "Get up. Remember what I have instructed you to do."

"Now, take me to find the prince consort."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Fang Yiai was a gentle and timid person, just like a weak willow branch in spring, swaying in the wind and lacking independent thinking.

On weekdays, his greatest pleasure is to immerse himself in books, explore ancient and modern wisdom, and seek inner peace and comfort.

In the Tang Dynasty, the status of princesses was extremely respected and admired by everyone.

As Fang Xuanling's second son, Fang Yiai could have avoided the constraints of Princess Shang.

But he was like a confused scholar who was infatuated with love, pedantic and simple.

When His Majesty's decree of marriage came, he was overjoyed and believed that Princess Gaoyang was the only true love of his life. He accepted this arrangement of fate without hesitation and fell deeply in love with Princess Gaoyang.

Princess Gaoyang has a strong personality, acts decisively, and is difficult to control.

Fang Yiai naturally inherited Fang Xuanling's persistence and affection towards love. Both of them were love-brained and trapped by love.

Fang Yiai was obedient to his wife and followed her every command. No matter what Princess Gaoyang asked for, he would do his best to satisfy her without hesitation.

Fang Xuanling's wife came from one of the eight prominent families. Although she was of noble status, she was also a virtuous woman. She was sincere to Fang Xuanling and worked wholeheartedly for the planning of the Fang family. It can be said that she had good intentions.

But Fang Yiai's situation was completely different. Princess Gaoyang saw that he was weak and easy to control, so she acted recklessly and without any scruples.

Almost every time, she went out to have secret meetings with Monk Bian Ji in broad daylight, and her behavior was extremely blatant.

Even though Fang Yiai understood everything in his heart, he did not dare to say anything because of his cowardice and fear of the royal majesty.

He could only continue to deceive himself deep in his heart, telling himself over and over again that Gao Yang had just gone out to worship Buddha devoutly, and nothing else.

After all, once this matter becomes public, the royal family's reputation will suffer an unprecedented blow and become a laughing stock of the world.

The reputation and prestige of his Fang family will be destroyed, and it will be difficult for them to gain a foothold in the court or in public opinion.

So, Fang Yiai could only be alone in this deep courtyard, forcing himself to smile, trying to find joy in the pain and helplessness, and silently enduring this emotional torture.

His door was slowly pushed open, and the slight creaking sound was particularly clear and harsh in the silent room.

Fang Yiai was sitting at the table, holding an ancient book in his hands, but his thoughts were drifting to who knows where.

Hearing the door open, he slowly raised his head and his eyes inadvertently met Li Chengqian's figure. At that moment, he felt his heart suddenly tighten, as if being grabbed by an invisible big hand, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Then he hurriedly stood up and strode forward with a slightly flustered step to salute: "Your Majesty, your humble servant pays respects!"

Li Chengqian waved his hand gently, signaling the servants to leave.

"Xianhuai, go outside and guard me. No one is allowed to come in!"

Zhang Xianhuai clasped his hands together and answered loudly, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Li Chengqian did not let Fang Yiai stand up to avoid the ceremony, so Fang Yiai could only maintain the posture of saluting stiffly.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heart was filled with anxiety.

After a long time, Li Chengqian slowly said the words "no need for formalities". Fang Yiai felt relieved and his body slowly relaxed, but he still didn't dare to look up and meet Li Chengqian's gaze.