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

In the winter of the eighth year of Qianwu, a biting cold wind blew through the streets and alleys of Chang'an, but inside the Taiji Hall, there seemed to be a fire burning brightly.

An imperial edict, carrying an unquestionable momentum, was announced to the world from this palace which symbolizes the supreme power.

The Tang Dynasty, a powerful country standing in the East, bid farewell to the old rule of Confucianism as the only orthodoxy, and instead opened its arms to embrace the opinions of all schools of thought, encouraging people to sift the coarse from the fine and discard the false while retaining the true, thus injecting new ideological vitality into the ancient land of China.

With this order, the giant dragon of thought that had been sleeping for thousands of years was suddenly awakened.

Various schools of thought that had been buried in the dust of history have emerged from the ground and blossomed with brilliant brilliance under the blowing of this spring breeze.

The wise and capable men from various schools of thought, dressed in clothes of different styles and carrying their dreams and ambitions for an ideal society, embarked on a lobbying journey within the Tang Dynasty.

Their figures shuttle through the bustling streets, stop at solemn schools, and stop in the lobbies of government offices.

In the bustling market, they sat on the ground, surrounded by curious people, and explained their respective strategies for governing the country and philosophy of life in simple and easy-to-understand ways.

In the solemn institution of learning, they engage in fierce exchanges of ideas with young students, inspiring the wisdom of the new generation.

In the lobby of government offices, they argued with officials and offered suggestions for the governance of the country.

For a time, passionate debates and heated discussions could be heard everywhere in the entire Tang Dynasty, as if time had gone back and the glorious scene of the Spring and Autumn Period with a hundred schools of thought contending and stimulating ideas was recreated.

Fortunately, this winter seems to have been infected by this warm atmosphere, with less severe coldness and more warmth.

Li Shimin's physical condition has also improved significantly compared to last year. Last year, he was often listless, but this year, his face has regained its rosy glow and his eyes reveal his former spirit.

Preparations for the New Year are going on in full swing. Compared with last year's New Year which was deserted due to the dull atmosphere, this year's palace is decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, filled with laughter and joy, and filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

As the New Year's bell gradually fades away, the spring of the ninth year of Qianwu quietly arrives with vigorous vitality.

No one expected that an even more shocking storm was sweeping in.

On that day, all newspapers across the Tang Dynasty, including the daily newspapers, the Tang Daily, and the evening newspapers, seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. The front pages of all the newspapers were boldly printed with eight characters: "The world belongs to the public, long live the people!"

These eight words instantly caused a storm in every corner of the Tang Dynasty.

The moment the people saw the newspaper, their inner excitement was as uncontrollable as a volcanic eruption.

This incident happened so suddenly that no official had any prior knowledge of it.

All of this was carefully planned and coordinated in secret by your Majesty's Jinyiwei.

Relying on their efficient organizational skills and strict operational deployment, they secretly contacted various newspapers and conveyed the instruction to publish this content uniformly.

As soon as the news spread, the streets and alleys were instantly flooded with surging crowds of people.

People poured into the streets, waving newspapers in their hands, their faces filled with unprecedented joy.

"The wheat is ripe, and long live the people for the first time." This simple and powerful sentence quickly spread among the crowd and became the common voice of people expressing their inner excitement.

This move was a huge shock to the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty.

"The world belongs to all", the profound meaning contained in these four words cannot be covered by a simple slogan.

It means that the traditional political structure will face huge challenges, and the way power is distributed and the country's governance concepts will undergo fundamental changes.

In this change, the person who suffered the greatest impact was His Majesty, Li Chengqian, who made this decision.

Officials from all over the country were shocked and fell into anxiety.

Given the serious impact of this matter, they dared not slack off in the slightest. They all picked up their pens and wrote memorials to be sent to Chang'an, hoping to get a clear explanation from His Majesty to resolve the many doubts in their hearts.

But as the days passed, they waited eagerly, but never received any response from His Majesty.

A tense atmosphere permeated the court. Officials discussed privately and speculated about the emperor's true intentions. The entire officialdom fell into confusion.

In the Tiance Mansion of the Xianyang sanatorium, Li Shimin's face was full of anger, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Li Chengqian.

His chest heaved violently, and every breath was filled with anger.

"Cheng Qian! What the hell are you doing!" His voice echoed in the room, filled with anger. "The world belongs to all, the world belongs to all! How can there be such a thing as the world belongs to all? Since ancient times, people have advocated a world for all, but in every dynasty, when has it not been a family-run world?"

Li Shimin became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Cheng Qian! You are confused! You are destroying the foundation of our Tang Dynasty!"

Li Shimin cried out in grief, veins bulging on his forehead.

Li Chengqian sat quietly in the chair, his face as calm as water, as if the angry father in front of him and the fierce quarrel had nothing to do with him.

His eyes were firm, revealing a determination that would not be shaken by the outside world.

He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to pick up the teacup on the table and take a sip of tea to ease the tense atmosphere.

But Li Shimin was already furious, and seeing Li Chengqian so calm, he became even more furious.

He waved his hand violently, and the exquisite teacup flew out instantly, drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Drinking tea? What kind of tea are you drinking? Li Chengqian, what on earth are you doing?"

Li Shimin's voice almost broke through the roof, "Do you know that you are not alone now! You have a child! If you do this, what will happen to You'er? Have you thought about it?"

Li Shimin's eyes were filled with anger and deep worry. "What will happen to him in the future? You are powerful, more powerful than me! You can control the overall situation, but not everyone is as smart as you. What if You'er is not as good as you? What if my descendants are not as good as you?"

"You are weakening your own power! Do you know what you are doing? What will happen to the descendants of the Li family?"

Li Shimin's emotions grew increasingly agitated, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse. "If you do this, not only in the future, but even in ten years, your authority as the Son of Heaven will no longer exist! Do you understand that?"

Li Jingyou, who was standing by, was stunned by the sudden and fierce quarrel in front of him.

His little face was pale with fear, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

This was the first time in his life that he had seen Aong and Aye confront each other so fiercely.

Tears welled up in his eyes and could burst out at any moment.

He mustered up his courage, timidly stepped forward, grabbed Li Shimin's sleeve, and said in a trembling voice, "Aunt, Aunt, stop arguing with Aye. Stop arguing!"

As he spoke, he kept gently shaking Li Shimin's sleeves with his small hands, trying to calm this terrible quarrel with his weak strength.

Li Shimin looked at Li Jingyou with tears in his eyes, and the anger in his heart was instantly replaced by endless heartache.

His eyes softened and he gently reached out and picked up Li Jingyou.

His voice also became much softer.

"You'er, go out first. Your grandpa and your grandpa will have some conversation. Grandpa will come back to accompany you later."

The noise made by Li Shimin and Li Chengqian was so loud that it had already alarmed other people in the mansion.

Li Zhi, Li Tai, Li Mingda, Li Jiming, Nanny Sun and others, upon hearing the fierce quarrel, put down what they were doing and hurried over.

On their way here, they had already learned about the news in the newspaper and knew in their hearts that this quarrel must be related to "the world belongs to the public."

When Li Shimin saw everyone coming, his eyes swept over them one by one, and finally fell on Li Mingda.

He nodded slightly, gently held Li Jingyou to her, and said softly: "Go, take Jingyou out to play, let's go, Chengqian and I will chat."

Li Mingda took Li Jingyou and looked at Li Chengqian and Li Shimin with concern, his eyes full of worry.

She patted Li Jingyou's back gently, comforting her frightened nephew.

"Aye, don't argue with big brother."

Li Mingda spoke to comfort him and Li Shimin nodded.

Then he closed the door.