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

In the long river of history, the prosperous Zhenguan era shines brightly.

Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, who created this prosperous era, had a life full of ups and downs and legends.

And now, the wheel of time has brought him to the twilight of his life.

Li Shimin finally fulfilled his last wish and once again saw the Chang'an City he had longed for.

This capital city, which carries his countless glories and dreams, tells of its past glory in every brick and tile.

He looked at the bustling crowd and listened to the hawking sounds one after another, and the past years flooded into his mind like a tide.

Once upon a time, he was here to direct the country, make decisions and lead the Tang Dynasty to prosperity.

Today, although he is no longer the high-spirited emperor, the emotion in his heart remains the same.

After staying in Chang'an for a day, Li Shimin decided to return to Xianyang.

Li Chengqian originally wanted to follow him back to Xianyang, to accompany him in his last days and fulfill his filial duty as a son.

But Li Shimin rejected him sternly.

"The Emperor has the responsibilities of an Emperor!"

His words were brief and firm. Li Chengqian had no choice but to let Lin Dafu accompany Li Shimin back.

On the train back, Lin Dafu sat next to Li Shimin.

He looked at the once powerful Khan, his heart filled with emotion.

At this time, Li Shimin looked haggard.

Lin Dafu was somewhat uninterested and said softly, "Uncle, you must take care of yourself!"

Li Shimin glanced at Lin Dafu, took out the black gold order of Qianyu Chamber of Commerce from his arms and handed it to Lin Dafu.

"My dear nephew, this token is yours, right? I'm giving it back to you. I'm afraid I won't be able to use it in the future. This is what Cheng Qian gave me back then."

He paused, then continued, "This is a matter of great importance. I originally wanted to leave it to You'er, but after thinking about it, I'm afraid Cheng Qian will be unhappy, so I'll give it to you for safekeeping!"

After hearing Li Shimin's words, Lin Dafu immediately understood what he meant.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Grand Emperor, I will inform His Majesty of this matter, and Your Majesty will decide the whereabouts of this Black Gold Order!"

Lin Dafu's words made Li Shimin nod with satisfaction.

He knew that Lin Dafu was a reliable person, and he felt at ease leaving this matter to him.

In the following days, Li Shimin's health began to improve.

He was able to walk again and even take walks in the yard.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this was the beginning of the emperor's last moments of vitality.

Cheng Yaojin, a rough man who is usually carefree, had secretly shed tears several times at this moment.

He recalled the days when he and Li Shimin fought together in the south and the north, and those experiences of sharing life and death, which have now become precious memories.

After feeling a little better, Li Shimin knew that his time was coming to an end. He gathered a group of old ministers and prepared to take a bath, have his back rubbed, and leave the world cleanly.

They came to Songhe Tower, a place they often visited.

On the second floor of Songhe Tower, when Li Shimin came in, he found that Uncle Zhu, who had been rubbing his back, was not there.

"Where is Brother Zhu? Didn't he come today?" Li Shimin asked.

Uncle Liu looked at Li Shimin with a wry smile: "Emperor, Old Zhu won't come anymore. He's old and passed away last month. He cried for most of his life, so he finally enjoyed himself before he passed away. It's not a loss, it's not a loss."

After hearing what Uncle Liu said, Li Shimin fell silent.

He remembered how seriously Uncle Zhu rubbed his back every time, and their occasional chats.

Now, Uncle Zhu has passed away first, and he will be gone soon.

He asked Uncle Liu to rub his back, and after Uncle Liu's rubbing, he walked out of Songhe Tower feeling refreshed.

At the entrance of the sanatorium, he looked at the old ministers behind him.

Li Shimin stopped and looked back.

"I still have one thing that worries me. After I leave, I ask you all, for my sake, to take good care of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

His voice was filled with earnestness. "Just consider this as my final order to you."

When the old ministers heard what Li Shimin said, they burst into tears.

They recalled the hardships Li Shimin went through in leading them to create the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and remembered his wisdom, bravery, generosity and kindness.

Now, he was about to leave, how could they not be filled with grief? They all bowed, their voices choked with sobs, "We will obey the order of the Supreme Emperor."

After Li Jingyou came home from school, Li Shimin took Li Jingyou by the hand and talked to him for a long time.

He looked at his most beloved grandson with reluctance in his eyes.

He told Li Jingyou that there was no need to keep his coffin after his death and he could be buried directly in Zhaoling Mausoleum.

He was too lonely and wanted to go early to see those familiar people.

As Li Jingyou listened to his grandfather's words, tears welled up in his eyes and he held Li Shimin's hand tightly.

That night, Li Shimin went to bed early.

At this moment, he missed his sons very much.

Even though he loved Li Jingyou the most, his love for his sons never diminished.

Li Tai and Li Zhi were both sent out, and the only one who could come was Li Chengqian.

However, he was the emperor, and Li Shimin knew that he had worked very hard and did not want to put more pressure on him.

He suddenly remembered the scene when Li Chengqian was a child.

At that time, he had only one child, Li Chengqian.

That was in the Prince of Qin's Palace, where the flowers and plants in the courtyard were lush and green.

Guanyinbi sat on a stone chair, a gentle smile on her face. He stood in front of the stone table, talking to the young Li Chengqian and Guanyinbi about his future ambitions.

Li Chengqian took the fresh fruit, hugged his thighs, and kept letting him eat.

He took the fruit with a smile, took a bite, and the sweet taste seemed to reappear in his mouth.

He had almost forgotten this scene before, but today, he remembered it again for some reason.

Everything in the past gradually became clear.

In a trance, he heard someone calling him Erlang.

"Erlang."

"Second son!"

"His Royal Highness King Qin!"

"His Majesty!"

"Husband!"

……

He opened his eyes and those familiar people appeared before him again.

He murmured, "You guys are here! I missed you so much!"

As he spoke, a relieved smile appeared on his face. At this moment, he finally found his home.

The night is getting darker.

The sanatorium was silent, with only the occasional sound of the wind.

This great emperor also closed his eyes forever with longing on this quiet night.

From this moment on, the Zhenguan era came to an end.

Early in the morning, Li Jingyou went to see Li Shimin as usual.

He knocked on Li Shimin's door.

He shouted "Aong".

But no one answered.

He opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Li Shimin still lying in bed, he broke out in a cold sweat.

His grandfather never oversleeps!

He slowly walked to Li Shimin's bed and looked at Li Shimin, whose face was stiff but still smiling.

He reached out and touched Li Shimin's hand.

Extremely cold.

At this moment, Li Jingyou burst into tears.

He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Little aunt, little aunt, come quickly! Grandfather has passed away!"