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

In the early winter of the seventh year of Qianwu, the famous general Li Jing passed away.

When the sad news spread throughout Chang'an, Li Chengqian was also overwhelmed with grief and stopped attending court for three days to express his condolences.

All the ministers knew tacitly that these three days of silence were a commemoration of the glorious past of the Tang Dynasty.

Not long after, Tang Jian, who had laughed and scolded in the court and had experienced many ups and downs, also passed away suddenly with hearty laughter.

Two of the twenty-four heroes in the Lingyan Pavilion, the shining stars that symbolize the glory of the Tang Dynasty, have fallen.

During this period, a tacit understanding had already been formed. Whenever the court was suspended, it meant that another shining star would fall from the sky of the Tang Dynasty. Although the light was gone, its afterglow would remain in people's hearts forever.

Li Jing, a legendary figure who made great military achievements for the Tang Dynasty, was posthumously awarded the titles of Si Tu and Governor of Bingzhou by Li Chengqian out of respect for him, so that he could be buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum and his soul returned to the emperor's side. He was given the posthumous title of "Jingwu".

This posthumous title of just two words fully describes Li Jing's eventful life and upright character.

Tang Jian was posthumously awarded the title of Kaifu Yitong Sansi and Governor of Bingzhou, and was given the posthumous title "Xiang". He was also buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum.

This pair of enemies who had been entangled with each other over the years, as if they had agreed, passed away one after another, heading towards the unknown road to the underworld, leaving behind only sighs.

The successive blows came to Li Shimin like a surging tide. The once vigorous emperor finally fell ill under the heavy pressure of sadness.

The news quickly spread throughout the palace and beyond.

Upon hearing this, Li Chengqian was extremely anxious and hurriedly handed over all the affairs of the court to Mr. Qi. Then he took Su Zhi and Li Jingyi and rushed back to Xianyang without stopping.

Li Shimin lay weakly on the bed, his face as pale as paper, and his bright eyes had now lost their luster, like two dried-up pools of water.

People came to visit him one after another. Those old friends who had been through thick and thin with him had worry in their eyes. They sat around the bed, sighing softly, praying silently, recalling the glorious days of the past. Every look and every word was filled with deep friendship.

Lin Dafu also brought a lot of rare medicinal herbs. These herbs were either as precious as gold or hard to find. He had collected them with great effort, hoping that they could help Li Shimin's recovery.

Everyone was feeling uneasy. In this cold winter day, a layer of haze hung over their hearts. Everyone was worried that the emperor, who was once as majestic as Mount Tai, would fall down under this heavy blow and never get up again.

In Li Shimin's bedroom, warm charcoal fire burned in the stove, but it could not dispel the sadness that permeated the air.

Li Shimin dismissed everyone else with a simple wave of his hand, except Li Jingyou, who had just finished school and sat on the edge of Li Shimin's bed with a worried look on his face.

His tender little face was filled with concern for Li Shimin, and tears sparkled in his bright big eyes.

"Aunt, Aunt, everyone said you were sick. You didn't come to pick me up from school these past few days."

Li Jingyou's voice was filled with tears.

"Aunt, can you get better soon? You'er promises that from now on, I won't buy food when I get home from school. I will eat more of the meals Aunt cooks when I get home!"

His little hand held Li Shimin's hand tightly.

Looking at the well-behaved and lovely Li Jingyou in front of him, Li Shimin forced a smile on his pale face. Although the smile was weak, it was full of love for his grandson.

"You'er, Uncle is fine. Uncle will be well again soon. It's not because You'er is not a good boy. You'er is a very good boy."

His voice was low, "Aong is sick because all his friends have left."

Hearing Li Shimin's words, doubt flashed in Li Jingyou's eyes, but then he became determined, his small chest held high, and his eyes were full of eagerness to try.

"Aunt, wouldn't it be better if You'er found them? If you find them and let them play with Aunt, won't Aunt get better soon?"

His words were innocent and full of vitality. In this dull and depressing room, they were like a breeze that made people's hearts move slightly.

Hearing Li Jingyou's childlike words, Li Shimin smiled, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his smile.

He stretched out the hand that once controlled the world, but now so powerless, and gently pinched Li Jingyou's pink little face.

"They're not coming back, ever again."

There was loneliness in his eyes as he recalled the good old days. "But it's okay. They are all waiting for Aung. Aung will see them again in the future. So, You'er, don't worry."

His voice gradually deepened. "You'er, what you need to do now is study hard. When you grow up, Grandpa will teach you many, many things."

Hearing Li Shimin's words, Li Jingyou nodded as if he understood, and his little head shook up and down like a cute rattle.

"Aunt, I understand. I will study hard."

"Aweng."

Li Jingyou took Li Shimin's hand and shook it coquettishly, "Aung, you have to get better soon. You'er wants to play snowballs with you."

Looking at Li Jingyou's cute appearance, Li Shimin smiled, and there was finally a bit of relief in that smile.

"Auntie, I understand. Auntie, please get better soon and play snowballs with Youer."

Just then, Li Mingda pushed the door open and walked in, holding a bowl of steaming ginseng soup.

The smell of the ginseng soup instantly filled the entire room, bringing a slightly bitter flavor.

Li Jiming followed her closely like a little tail.

The news of Li Shimin's illness hit every relative hard, and no one felt good.

Seeing Li Mingda and Li Jiming coming in, Li Jingyou called out obediently, "Little aunt, little aunt," and the voice was crisp and pleasant.

Li Mingda glanced at Li Jingyou and replied softly, "Be good, You'er."

Li Jiming simply walked to Li Jingyou's side and carefully took out a piece of milk candy that he had saved from his arms. The milk candy was wrapped in a delicate oil paper and exuded a faint sweet fragrance.

She put the candy in Li Jingyou's hand, and then began to rub his delicate face with an innocent smile on her face.

Li Jingyou accepted the candy and his eyes lit up immediately. He let his little aunt pinch his face. In his little heart, he would never be able to live without this delicious candy!

Li Mingda brought hot soup and sat down next to Li Shimin gently. His movements were gentle, for fear of disturbing Li Shimin who was lying on the sickbed.

"Aye, here's some freshly made ginseng soup. Drink some to warm yourself up!"

Her voice was as gentle as water, and her eyes were full of concern.