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

In the beautifully decorated bedroom, Princess Gaoyang sat quietly in front of a carved bronze mirror, the candlelight on the table flickering gently.

Her slender fingers shuttled through the ink-black hair, holding a warm jade comb, combing it carefully again and again.

Since she met and got to know Bian Ji, her heart seemed to be injected with a strange vitality.

The youthful and lively aura seemed to return quietly, and the usual restraint gradually faded away under the nourishment of love.

Just as she was about to slowly stand up and walk to the soft bed beside her to relax from the day's fatigue, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside the door.

The footsteps quickly approached her door, and then "bang bang bang" knocks rang out in the silent night.

A strange, deep, and rich male voice penetrated the door and reached her ears clearly: "Your Highness, His Majesty has ordered that you change your clothes quickly and leave the room."

Princess Gaoyang's heart suddenly sank, and a strong sense of uneasiness instantly surged into her heart.

She frantically reached out to grab the clothes beside her, her arms trembling slightly, and her usual calmness had long since disappeared.

She hurriedly put on her gorgeous clothes, with the silk ribbon wrapped around her waist and the jade pendants and pearls hanging casually. Without waiting to get dressed, she staggered to the door and pushed it open.

It was bright outside. Burning torches illuminated the surroundings like daylight. The dancing flames reddened her face and illuminated the terrifying scene before her.

Amidst the crowd, the familiar figure - Monk Bian Ji - was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered.

Princess Gaoyang's eyes instantly locked onto him. Just as she was about to raise her legs and rush forward, her maid suddenly rushed over, grabbed her arm tightly, and cried out in a tearful voice, "Princess, don't go! Princess!"

Princess Gaoyang's eyes suddenly widened with anger, and she turned around and slapped the maid twice.

"Get out of here! You dare to stop me?"

The maid's cheeks were swollen and red from being beaten, tears welled up in her eyes, and she reluctantly let go of his hand in pain.

Just as Princess Gaoyang was about to take another step, two Jinyiwei in flying fish uniforms stood in front of her like two door gods.

"Princess, please step back!"

Their voices were as cold as iron, leaving no room for negotiation.

Princess Gaoyang raised the corners of her mouth slightly, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she snorted softly.

Immediately, she twisted her body gracefully, revealing her allure in an instant. She raised her fair jade hand to half-cover her red lips, and let out a series of crisp, pleasant yet somewhat sharp laughter: "Hahahahaha, just you? You think you can stop me?"

"I am a princess of the Tang Dynasty. How dare you, my royal brother, bear the infamy of being a sister-killer? Do you dare to touch me?"

"If you dare to harm Bian Ji today, I will die with him."

"Let my royal brother be cursed for all eternity as the murderer of his uncle and sister. Do you have the guts to attack me?"

At this moment, Fang Yiai rushed in from outside in a panic. His eyes were full of fear and worry, and he looked straight at Princess Gaoyang.

"Gao Yang! What are you doing! Don't be impulsive!" His voice trembled a little as he tried to stop Princess Gao Yang's crazy behavior.

Princess Gaoyang turned to look at Fang Yiai, and the expression on her face instantly became extremely cold, as if it could freeze the air around her. Her eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Fang Yiai.

She looked at Fang Yiai with disdain and shouted, "You coward, now you've learned to complain? I'm telling you the truth, Fang Yiai, I've never looked down on you. I only have disgust for you. I only love Bian Ji. Only he can give me the feeling I really want."

"Compared to Bian Ji, you are worthless, do you know that, Fang Yiai? You keep saying you love me, so why don't you use your life to exchange for Bian Ji's?"

Princess Gaoyang's voice became increasingly high-pitched and sharp, until she was hoarse, mercilessly striking Fang Yiai's heart.

Fang Yiai felt as if his heart was being cut repeatedly by thousands of sharp blades, and was heartbroken. Being despised and insulted by his beloved, he felt that there was no interest in life anymore, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

Princess Gaoyang looked at Fang Yiai's distraught appearance and felt no sympathy in her heart. She glanced at him with disgust, then quickly cast an affectionate gaze at Bian Ji.

"Little monk, don't be afraid. I'm coming to save you right now."

Bian Ji seemed to be immersed in his own world, turning a deaf ear to her calls. He just knelt quietly on the ground, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

The low sound of chanting seemed particularly clear in this noisy environment.

"Little monk, why are you ignoring me? Speak! Speak!"

When Princess Gaoyang saw that Bian Ji ignored her, she became more and more anxious.

Bian Ji seemed to sense her restlessness, slowly opened his eyes, and gently cast his gaze towards Princess Gaoyang.

Seeing Princess Gaoyang's tearful eyes, Bian Ji felt a surge of pity in his heart, but he suppressed the turmoil in his heart, slowly turned his head, and said calmly: "Princess, don't worry about me. I have violated the precepts and I know my mistakes."

"I deserve all of this."

"Princess, you are His Majesty's sister. His Majesty will certainly take into account family ties and will not make things difficult for you."

"I only hope that the princess can live in harmony with the donor and live a peaceful life in the future."

"Amitabha."