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

Li Shimin was wearing casual clothes and sitting upright on the couch, holding the ginseng soup carefully prepared by his daughter Li Mingda.

The ginseng soup was still emitting wisps of steam, curling up in the air, carrying with it the daughter's full filial piety.

Li Shimin just brought the warm porcelain spoon close to his lips and took a sip. The mellow taste of ginseng soup spread on the tip of his tongue, and warmth spread throughout his body.

Suddenly, with a creaky sound, the door was pushed open, breaking the original tranquility in the room.

Li Chengqian's face was filled with anger as he strode in hastily. His sleeves fluttered slightly due to his quick steps.

His eyes were filled with worry. He walked straight towards Li Shimin and said loudly, "Father, I have told you many times that you must keep warm and don't catch a cold."

"Now that General Li Jing has passed away, I know you are deeply saddened, and I, your son, am also extremely sad."

"But you have to take care of your body too!"

Li Chengqian's voice trembled slightly and he spoke very quickly. It was obvious that his inner emotions had been suppressed to the extreme and were pouring out at this moment. Naturally, his tone could not be softened and he kept questioning.

When Li Shimin heard this series of angry words, he couldn't help but stop what he was doing, raised his head, and looked at his eldest son with confusion in his eyes.

He sighed softly, handed the ginseng soup in his hand to Li Mingda beside him, and said calmly, "I'm only fifty-one years old. The pharmacist is already seventy-nine. Although I can't say I can compare with him, I feel that I can live to the age of seventy."

"Besides, there are still nearly twenty years left. Why are you so anxious?"

"As for me, I still want to see You'er and Yi'er grow up, get married and start their own families."

"How can my body be as fragile as you think?"

Li Shimin's voice was steady, and his innate imperial aura remained unchanged, but at this moment, there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.

Li Chengqian looked at Li Shimin sitting on the bed, took a few steps forward, took the ginseng soup, then looked around and said to everyone in the room: "Everyone go out, my brother wants to talk to my father alone for a while."

Then he turned to Li Jingyou and added, "You'er, you should go out with them too."

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Li Mingda and Li Jiming exchanged a glance and replied respectfully, "Yes, big brother!"

Then he quietly retreated with Li Jingyou, and carefully closed the door.

Li Shimin saw that everyone had left, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face. He complained softly, "Cheng Qian, what do you mean? Send them all away. This room is so quiet and deserted. Wouldn't it be nice to have some liveliness?"

There was a hint of resentment in his tone, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with his son's behavior, but more importantly, he was uncomfortable with the silence for a moment.

Li Chengqian did not say anything, but silently picked up the spoon, stirred it gently in the ginseng soup, scooped up a spoonful, blew it carefully, and then handed it to Li Shimin's mouth.

Seeing this, Li Shimin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, his eyes full of confusion. He felt uncomfortable all over and got goose bumps.

But looking at his son's stubborn eyes, he hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly opened his mouth and drank the spoonful of ginseng soup.

Before Li Shimin could recover, Li Chengqian scooped up a second spoonful and offered it to him again. Li Shimin finally couldn't help it and quickly reached out and held Li Chengqian's hand, frowning slightly and said, "Chengqian, put down this ginseng soup first. What's wrong with you acting like this today?"

"You are now the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the ruler of the world. You should follow the principles of propriety and etiquette. Although filial piety is the most important virtue, how can an emperor personally feed medicine? If this gets out, how can it be disrespectful?"

As soon as Li Shimin finished speaking, Li Chengqian suddenly put the ginseng soup in his hand on the chair beside him, then opened his arms and hugged Li Shimin tightly.

He leaned his head on Li Shimin's shoulder and said softly with a choked voice: "Aye, in this world, I am first and foremost your son. Now that our mother is gone, I only have you."

Li Chengqian's body trembled slightly, and the suppressed emotions surged out at this moment.

Li Shimin was startled by the sudden hug and his body froze instantly. He could clearly feel the violent ups and downs of Li Chengqian's back, and his trembling body told of his inner uneasiness over the past few days.

His son's straightforward emotional expression stirred up a complex emotion in his heart, including helplessness, sadness, and more importantly, heartache for his son's dependence on him.

He was afraid that his aging father would suddenly leave him, just like many of his relatives who had passed away before.

At this moment, many images flashed through Li Shimin's mind. The young child who once laughed and played at his knees has now shouldered the responsibility of the Tang Dynasty and become the master of the world.

But at this moment, he was no longer the almighty Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, but just Li Chengqian who was enjoying the love of his parents, a child longing for care.

Li Shimin slowly raised his hand and gently placed it on Li Chengqian's back, stroking it again and again, and softly comforted him, "Chengqian, don't be afraid. Aye will always be by your side. Don't worry, don't worry."

For Li Shimin, such pure and sincere father-son affection was what he had always dreamed of.

He had experienced and seen too many family relationships distorted by power, brothers turning against each other, and fathers and sons becoming enemies. Those bloody scenes made him feel cold.

But now, his son's undisguised love was in front of him, which made him feel flattered, and even for a moment he could not bear the heavy weight of emotions.

He was filled with emotion. This was the child he and Guanyinbi had together. They had placed so many high hopes on this child and had watched him go through so many hardships.

Power, which seems tempting, is actually a double-edged sword. It can make people stand at the top, but it can also make people lose themselves and their original heart.

But at this moment, when the son's pure love emerged, power seemed so insignificant and so unworthy of mention.

Li Shimin just quietly stroked Li Chengqian's ups and downs of back. Thousands of words came to his mind at that moment, but he didn't know where to start. He just gave his son some comfort in silence.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice filled with emotion: "Cheng Qian, Grandpa finally understands today. It was Grandpa who was negligent. I will take good care of myself in the future and won't let you worry like this anymore."

After listening to Li Shimin's words, Li Chengqian slowly raised his head.

He nodded and said with a hint of nasal voice: "Father, please keep your promise and don't let your son worry anymore."

Li Shimin looked at Li Chengqian's tear-stained face, his heart ached, and he nodded vigorously again, as if he was making a promise to his son, and also as if he was warning himself.

The father and son in the house snuggled together quietly, and time seemed to stop for this heartwarming scene.

The bowl of ginseng soup was placed aside. It had long lost its heat, but it was filled with a scent of family affection that was even stronger than the ginseng soup and lingered for a long time.