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

Li Shimin roared: "Do you understand all my decisions?"

His originally handsome face was now flushed with rage, his eyes were wide open, and his chest rose and fell violently with every word he uttered.

Wei Zheng, however, looked calm, and nodded slowly and firmly, saying in a steady voice, "Since the Emperor ascended the throne, all the decisions made by this old minister are understood by me."

“The strategies of the past, whether they inherited the old system or responded to the current situation, all have their own threads to follow.”

"The only problem is that some of the policies proposed by His Majesty are beyond the comprehension of this old minister, as I am too dull to understand them."

"Since I, an old minister, do not understand the situation, I dare not make any rash comments. Moreover, after years of reflection, Your Majesty's policies have not shown any flaws."

"As for your policies, Your Majesty, I only need to examine them briefly to discern their pros and cons. As a minister of honest remonstration, I should stand up and speak frankly if there are any that are detrimental to the country. This is my duty. How could I have done anything wrong?"

Li Shimin was so angry that his whole body trembled. He stretched out his finger and swayed slightly in the air, pointing directly at Wei Zheng: "Okay, you said you didn't mean to target me, right?"

"Then let me ask you, I have already abdicated, and Cheng Qian is now the emperor. Why do you, old stubborn man, still keep pestering me?"

"Do you think that now that I have lost my power, I can manipulate you at will? Do you believe that I will chop you down?"

Li Shimin's chest was heaving violently and he was breathing rapidly.

Wei Zheng gently closed his eyes, a hint of fatigue appearing on his face.

"When the Emperor was powerful, so were the ministers. Why should Your Majesty make excuses for yourself? Right is right, wrong is wrong!"

"If the Emperor wishes to take my life, I will not hesitate. I have devoted myself to the Tang Dynasty over the years and have long disregarded life and death."

"However, this old minister still wants to make a statement to the Emperor."

"Although the Emperor has abdicated, we are still connected by blood. You are still the father of the current emperor. If the emperor saw your arrogant and extravagant behavior, he would probably follow your example in the future."

"By then, if the future rulers of the Tang Dynasty make mistakes, the Tang Dynasty will no longer have loyal ministers like Wei Zheng."

"There will definitely never be another Wei Zheng who can speak out as frankly as this old minister. I dare to ask, how should Your Majesty respond?"

Wei Zheng stood there, his posture straight and upright, like a green pine or cypress. Although his eyes were closed, he seemed to have seen through life and death, with an arrogant look of being ready to be killed.

Li Shimin was furious, his hair stood on end, his hands clenched into fists, the joints turned white from the force, and he wished he could rush forward and fight this damn old man.

But reason firmly restrained his actions.

This old guy always hits the nail on the head accurately, leaving the audience with no way to vent their emotions or refute his words.

In an instant, anger and helplessness intertwined in his heart, making him stand still and fall into embarrassment.

Li Shimin and Wei Zheng have always been at odds with each other. At this moment, a group of old ministers stood aside, all of them terrified and dared not even breathe.

They knew Wei Zheng's temper. This was just a slight argument from Wei Zheng. If he let go completely and his words flew like sharp arrows, then they and the others would probably not be spared and would definitely be affected.

It will be bad then!

In this suffocating and tense atmosphere, a clear and pleasant shout broke the deadlock: "Fatty is coming, Fatty is coming."

Li Jiming ran into the hall like a cheerful little bird, holding two cups of milk tea and looking excited.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde brought Li Mingda, carrying large bags of milk tea behind them, and walked slowly over.

Li Jiming came to Wei Zheng, holding up the milk tea in his hand, and said in a baby voice, "Good old man, have some tea."

Wei Zheng was slightly startled when he saw the milk tea that suddenly appeared before him. He pointed at himself hesitantly and said, "Is this for me?"

"Yes, yes!" Li Jiming nodded vigorously, looking very cute.

When Li Shimin saw that the child whom he regarded as the apple of his eye actually handed the first cup of milk tea to Wei Zheng, he felt a sudden bitterness in his heart, as if he was being neglected and ignored, and a feeling of grievance arose spontaneously.

Before the grievance could spread, Li Mingda had already handed the milk tea in his hand to Li Shimin with a sweet smile on his face, "Aye, I brought you milk tea. It's still hot. Drink it while it's hot!"

Looking at the milk tea in Li Mingda's hand, Li Shimin felt a mixture of emotions. The original grievance seemed to be wrapped by a warm current, but it also left a trace deep in his heart. His voice was slightly choked with sobs: "Thank you, Sizi."

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde deftly distributed the milk tea in their hands to everyone.

After Wei Zheng took the milk tea, Li Jiming pouted, put his hands on his hips, and walked over to Li Shimin in small steps. He raised his head and shouted, "Father! You are not allowed to bully this good old man!"