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

Fine snowflakes fell as lightly as goose feathers, leisurely sprinkling on the open space in the center of the sanatorium, covering it with a thick layer of silver-white brocade quilt.

Inside the pavilion, Li Shimin and Li Jing looked at each other, and the air around them became sticky.

Hearing Li Shimin's heartfelt words, Li Jing slowly raised his head, his eyes firm on his wrinkled face.

He paid no attention to the picturesque snow scene outside the pavilion, but focused all his attention on Li Shimin.

For a moment, Li Jing's heart was like a raging sea, with countless words surging in his heart. He had thousands of words to say, but when he looked into Li Shimin's eyes, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and those words lingered and struggled on his lips, but he could not find a way out.

In this life, he experienced many vicissitudes of life and death, fought on the battlefield, and witnessed countless cycles of life and death and the warmth and coldness of the world.

It was his great honor to meet and know Li Shimin in this life.

He also clearly understood the difficulties he faced. Over the years, he had made great military achievements, and one victory after another allowed him to advance rapidly on the road to glory in the Tang Dynasty. His official position and title continued to rise until there was no more title left.

What’s more crucial is that his life span is exceptionally long, so long that even he himself is worried.

He knew in his heart that any emperor would find it difficult to tolerate such a minister, and suspicion and suppression would probably follow him like a shadow, becoming his inescapable fate.

But the person in front of him broke this historical circle.

Not only did he not harbor suspicion or suppress him, but he gave him the respect and rewards he deserved, allowing him to continue to display his talents in the court and continue to shed his blood on the battlefield to defend his country.

The tragedy of "the dog is abandoned after the rabbit is dead" never happened to Li Shimin. His tolerance is rare in history.

Li Jing's hands were trembling slightly. He slowly and with all his strength held Li Shimin's hand.

This handshake grasped the long years they had walked together and the glorious past of fighting side by side.

He did not call Li Shimin "Grand Emperor", but called him "Your Majesty".

The word "Your Majesty" carried his heartfelt affection for Li Shimin. In his heart, Li Shimin was not only a high and mighty emperor, but also a wise and virtuous ruler whom he was willing to follow throughout his life.

Even if it happens again, he is willing!

"Your Majesty, it is my blessing to meet you in this life."

Li Jing's voice was a little weak, but full of emotion, and every word seemed to carry his gratitude to Li Shimin.

For these old ministers of the Zhenguan period, although Li Chengqian was the emperor and the son of the retired emperor, he might have made outstanding achievements in some aspects.

But in the deepest part of their hearts, there is always only one sky, and that is the Heavenly Khan Li Shimin.

Only Li Shimin, who led them through hardships and obstacles and finally created a new era of prosperity, was worthy of their most sincere "Your Majesty".

This is not because they were dissatisfied or unwilling to accept Li Chengqian, but because Li Shimin's status in their hearts was forged through countless life and death tests and joint struggles, which is unattainable and unmatched by any subsequent monarch.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry. I can't accompany you any longer."

Li Jing's eyes flashed with loneliness and reluctance, and his voice was filled with regret. "I am already very satisfied to have been able to accompany Your Majesty on this journey so far."

"If we continue like this, Your Majesty might not trust me anymore."

"This old minister also knows the difficulties your majesty faces."

"Ever since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascended the throne, this old minister has deliberately stayed away from court disputes and has never been too involved in them again."

"It was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who inspired me to be the Sima of Jin in the Liangyi Palace. That's when I took command again and led the troops to attack Tubo."

"Your Majesty, this old minister... this old minister is not the Sima of Jin. This old minister will never be that kind of person in his entire life."

"I, your Majesty, am grateful for your trust!"

There was a sense of grievance in Li Jing's words. Even at the end of his life, he still wanted to prove his innocence to Li Shimin and would not allow any misunderstanding.

Hearing Li Jing's heartfelt words, Li Shimin's eyes instantly turned red, and tears burst out uncontrollably, slowly sliding down his cheeks.

"Cheng Qian, what nonsense is he talking about!"

Li Shimin's voice was choked with sobs. "I will discipline him when I get back. How could he say that my pharmacist is the Sima of Jin?"

"Isn't this scolding my pharmacist..."

Li Shimin's body trembled slightly.

"Pharmacist, I understand my pharmacist. I know that no one can speak ill of you."

"Even Cheng Qian can't do that."

"I asked him to apologize, I asked him to apologize to you, Pharmacist, can you accompany me for a while?"

"I don't want you to leave."

Li Shimin held Li Jing's hand tightly, as if he could hold on to Li Jing's fading life by just holding on tightly, and make time stop at this moment, so that they could continue to move forward together.

Seeing Li Shimin's attempt to keep him, Li Jing remained silent for a long time. In the quiet pavilion in the middle of the lake, only the breathing sounds of the two of them could be heard.

Suddenly, Li Jing's cough broke the silent atmosphere. The cough echoed in the empty pavilion, sounding particularly harsh.

Li Shimin was extremely anxious. He subconsciously wanted to pat Li Jing's back to relieve his discomfort, but the cold armor on Li Jing's body became an insurmountable obstacle, forcing his hand to stay in vain in mid-air, with anxiety written all over his face.

Li Jing shook his head gently, with a faint smile on his face, but that smile showed a bit of open-mindedness.

"Your Majesty, I am content. To have lived to this age and survived all the hardships is a rare blessing. You must not be greedy anymore."

"Your Majesty, I will not leave you. I will go downstairs first to reorganize the Tang army. A mere Yama cannot stop the warriors of the Tang Dynasty."

"The First Emperor has his soldiers and brave men down there, and Your Majesty should have some too."

"Old minister, I have never lost a battle in my life. Even if I go down there, it will be the same."

"I will kill Yama, a mere Yama. Your Majesty, it is time for you to sit as the Son of Heaven in the underworld!"

Li Jing's words were full of the heroism of the battlefield, and he was not afraid even when facing death.