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

In the twelfth year of Qianwu, on an early summer morning, the sunlight softly shone on the city of Xianyang.

The breeze blows gently, and the weeping willows on the street sway gently, as if telling the tranquility of a peaceful and prosperous age.

But on this seemingly ordinary day, a burst of hurried footsteps and sad cries broke the tranquility of Tiance Mansion.

Cheng Yaojin, with tears on his face, staggered towards the Tiance Mansion.

His cries echoed in the empty courtyard, attracting the attention of the guards in the mansion, and an ominous premonition surged in their hearts.

At this time, Li Shimin was teaching Li Jingyou how to write in the study.

He held Li Jingyou's little hand, patiently guiding the direction of the brush, and whispered: "Writing is like being a person. You must write every stroke steadily and firmly."

Li Jingyou nodded seriously and tried hard to imitate Li Shimin's movements.

Cheng Yaojin's sobbing voice came in: "Grand Emperor, Grand Emperor!"

Li Shimin's heart suddenly tightened and the brush in his hand almost fell.

He subconsciously stood up and looked towards the door. He saw Cheng Yaojin's face covered with tears. He kept wiping his tears with his hands and almost cried out: "Lao Hei is gone, Lao Hei is gone! Your Majesty!"

Hearing these words, Li Shimin's face, which had just been smiling, instantly became expressionless.

He felt dizzy and his legs went weak. Fortunately, Li Jingyou reacted quickly.

He hurried forward to support him and helped him sit down on the chair.

Li Shimin held his forehead and closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Cheng Yaojin hurried forward and asked anxiously, "Grand Emperor, Grand Emperor! Are you okay?"

Li Shimin slowly shook his head and said in a low voice: "I'm fine, I understand. Support me and go see General Yuchi."

Cheng Yaojin nodded while crying, carefully helped Li Shimin up, and walked towards Yuchi Mansion.

Li Jingyou was worried that his father might have an accident on the road, so he quickly ran to call his two uncles.

The three did not dare to delay and hurriedly followed Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin to Yuchi Mansion.

Along the way, Li Shimin's thoughts drifted back to the past.

He remembered the first time he met Yuchi Jingde, that brave and fearless man who exuded a heroic spirit.

On the battlefield, Yuchi Jingde always charged forward, risking his life for him, and made great military achievements.

During the Xuanwu Gate Incident, Yuchi Jingde risked his life to ensure that he ascended the throne.

Those days of fighting side by side and the friendship of sharing life and death seem like they happened just yesterday.

The entire Yuchi Mansion was all white, with white cloth hanging all over.

Yuchi Baolin, with a white cloth tied on his head and a sad face, hurried out to greet Li Shimin.

His eyes were bloodshot, obviously he hadn't slept all night.

Li Shimin looked at Yuchi Baolin, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

He patted Yuchi Baolin on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Okay, you've grown up. Your father is gone now. From now on, you have to support your family!"

Yuchi Baolin held back his tears, nodded heavily, and said, "Your Majesty, my father went there last night!"

"When I left, I only found a suicide note addressed to you, the Emperor, by the bedside."

"Finally, he called out 'Your Highness the Prince of Qin.'"

Li Shimin took the thick suicide note with mixed feelings.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bitter smile, and he said, "It's hard for him, such a rough guy, to write so much. It's hard for him to write so much! He must be fed up with it all."

As he spoke, tears quietly rolled down the corners of his eyes.

He carefully placed the suicide note in his arms and walked towards the main hall step by step.

In the main hall, Yuchi Jingde's family members were gathered here. When they saw Li Shimin coming, they all saluted.

Li Shimin's eyes slowly swept over the crowd. Yuchi Jingde had paid so much for the Tang Dynasty and for him.

Yuchi Jingde's body was covered with white cloth and placed here.

Li Shimin walked to the door of the main hall and looked at the place where the body was placed in the center, but his steps suddenly stopped.

There is still an escapist desire in his heart to not face reality.

He bowed solemnly to the people in the main hall.

Yuchi Jingde's family members were very surprised when they saw this. They quickly returned the greeting and asked, "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

"Yes, the Emperor!"

None of them understood why.

Li Shimin said slowly, "Everyone, I would like to trouble you for a favor. Could you please let me and General Yuchi be alone for half an hour? I'm sorry to bother you."

Hearing what Li Shimin said, Yuchi Baolin behind him immediately waved his hand. Although everyone was reluctant, they still retreated silently.

Yuchi Baolin bowed to Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin and said, "Grand Emperor, General Cheng, please chat."

Li Shimin glanced at Yuchi Baolin and said, "Okay, good boy, go ahead."

"Yes! The Emperor!"

Yuchi Baolin closed the door of the main hall, leaving only Li Shimin and Cheng Yaojin.

Li Shimin slowly walked to Yuchi Jingde's side, his hands trembling slightly, and gently pulled open the white cloth.

Looking at that familiar face, although it no longer had the vitality of the past, Li Shimin felt that Yuchi Jingde seemed to be just asleep.

The scene of them fighting on the battlefield resurfaced in his mind. Yuchi Jingde brandished his long whip and shouted, "Your Highness, the King of Qin, I am here!"

Li Shimin put down the white cloth and closed his eyes.

There is neither sadness nor joy on his face.

Seeing Li Shimin's condition, Cheng Yaojin was extremely worried and said, "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences!"

"I know, I just want to take a look, just want to take a look."

"Is he really gone?"

"But I don't feel any pain in my heart. It's like a dream. Why do I feel like Lao Hei is still next to us, talking to us?"

Li Shimin's voice was extremely calm.

He slowly sat down beside Yuchi Jingde and gently stroked Yuchi Jingde's hand.

Yuchi Jingde's hand was extremely cold, and Li Shimin held it tightly for a long time.

"Old Cheng, shall we go get a back rub later?"

Cheng Yaojin, who was standing by, widened his eyes slightly when he heard what Li Shimin said.

He didn't quite understand what Li Shimin meant.

But he nodded.

"Okay, Your Majesty, I'll go with you to get your back rubbed later. I'll be there soon!"

Li Shimin looked at Yuchi Jingde's cold hands and he didn't dare to lift the white cloth to look at it again.

Yuchi Jingde's face was so stiff that it didn't look like his own.

This is not Yuchi Jingde.

The real Yuchi Jingde lives in Li Shimin's mind.

Right next to him.

For a moment, Li Shimin was a little dazed. He knew that Yuchi Jingde was really dead, but he didn't dare to believe it or confirm it.

Even though he had already prepared for it.

He sat for a long time without saying a word.

Then he slowly stood up.

Cheng Yaojin looked at Li Shimin's condition and was extremely worried.

"You, the Emperor?"

"What am I?"

Li Shimin glanced at Cheng Yaojin.

"Let's go, Lao Cheng. It's boring to stay here. Let's go get a back rub together!"