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

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

An urgent cry, like a thunderclap, rolled in from outside the Tai Chi Hall, instantly breaking the tranquility inside the hall.

Before Li Chengqian could come back to his senses from his complicated thoughts, a figure rushed into the hall like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

Li Chengqian looked up and saw that the person coming was Zhang Xianhuai.

He frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong, Xianhuai? Why are you so flustered? Is the sky falling?"

Zhang Xianhuai's chest heaved violently, he gasped for breath, and tried hard to calm himself down.

After a moment, his face was filled with sorrow, his eyes filled with grief. He looked at Li Chengqian and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened. The sky has really fallen!"

"This morning, the Imperial Guards sent a secret report that the Emperor passed away in the sanatorium last night!"

He paused for a moment, then added, "I'm afraid that in a little while, the urgent news from Xianyang will reach the palace."

Hearing this, the red pen in Li Chengqian's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

His body suddenly stiffened and he froze in place.

Although he had a premonition in his heart and knew that Li Shimin was old and in declining health, when this moment really came, he was still caught off guard and the pain in his heart spread throughout his body.

In an instant, Li Chengqian felt his legs go weak, his vision went dark, and his whole body was shaky and he almost couldn't stand.

Fortunately, Zhang Xianhuai was quick-witted and rushed forward, holding him steadily, and then carefully helped him sit down on the armchair beside him.

"Your Majesty, I'm so sorry! I hope Your Majesty takes good care of yourself. The whole country of the Tang Dynasty depends on Your Majesty!"

Zhang Xianhuai persuaded anxiously.

Li Chengqian slowly raised his hand and was about to say that he was fine, but before he could say anything, a piercing pain suddenly swept over him from the depths of his mind.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks, his whole body trembled slightly with pain, and he couldn't utter a word.

Zhang Xianhuai looked at Li Chengqian's painful appearance and became extremely anxious and confused for a moment.

He turned around in panic and shouted outside the hall: "Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician quickly!"

The voice echoed in the empty temple, carrying a hint of despair.

……

The news of His Majesty's sudden illness spread quickly in the palace like a gust of wind, and then spread like ripples to the entire Chang'an City.

As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Once the news got out, everyone in the court, including the civil and military officials, and the palace, was in a panic.

Your Majesty is the pillar of the Tang Dynasty and the backbone of this country. If anything happens to him, what will happen to the future of the Tang Dynasty?

Many ministers were worried and had begun to discuss privately whether they should immediately send someone to Xianyang to invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back to Chang'an to take charge of the situation.

After all, no one can predict what will happen in the event of an accident. If His Majesty's condition worsens, the country cannot be left without a leader for a day.

The imperial doctors received the summons, and they hurried to the Taiji Hall, carrying their medicine boxes and trotting all the way.

As soon as they saw Li Chengqian's symptoms, they only needed a brief observation to understand - His Majesty had the same rheumatism as the retired emperor.

The imperial physicians had studied this condition for years and were well-versed in it. Without wasting any time, they quickly took out their silver needles and began acupuncture, then instructed their students to quickly prepare a decoction.

Perhaps because it was Li Chengqian's first attack, his condition was not too serious. After the careful treatment of the imperial doctors and acupuncture, the painful expression on his face was obviously relieved a lot, his frown gradually relaxed, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

A day later, Li Chengqian slowly woke up.

According to the imperial doctors' estimates, he should have woken up that day, but because the medicine he took contained Ma Fei San, he woke up a little later.

However, because of this, he was spared the painful torture brought by the wind disease during his sleep.

Li Chengqian, who had just woken up, felt dizzy and his thinking became slow.

He blinked hard, trying to recall what had happened before.

After a long time, the broken fragments of memory gradually pieced together, and he finally remembered the sad news of the death of the retired emperor.

Li Chengqian raised his hand tiredly and waved gently, signaling Zhang Xianhuai to come forward.

Zhang Xianhuai had been standing by, and upon seeing this, he quickly stepped forward, bent down, and listened attentively.

Li Chengqian only heard a faint voice asking, "Is the Grand Emperor really dead?"

Zhang Xianhuai looked sad and nodded slowly.

At this moment, Li Chengqian finally accepted this cruel fact. He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart and his eyes turned slightly red.

He slowly closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

After a moment, Li Chengqian opened his eyes again.

"Let Master Qi take care of it for me."

"Come on, take me to the train station. I want to go to Xianyang immediately!"

Zhang Xianhuai was extremely worried when he heard this.

He looked at Li Chengqian's still frail face and couldn't help but advise: "Your Majesty, your health has just improved. What if..."

Li Chengqian waved his hand, interrupting him: "I have made up my mind, it's no big deal."

Just then, Su Zhi walked in from outside holding a bowl of medicine, and Li Jingyi followed her closely like a little tail.

When the mother and daughter saw Li Chengqian woke up, stars seemed to twinkle in their eyes.

Li Jingyi ran forward happily, hugged Li Chengqian's arm, and said affectionately: "Father, you're awake!"

"I told you, Father, you will definitely wake up today!"

"I told my mother, but she didn't believe me!"

Looking at his lively and lovely daughter, Li Chengqian felt a little better. He forced himself to stay alert, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile. He looked at Li Jingyi and asked, "Then why are you so sure that the emperor will wake up today?"

Hearing Li Chengqian's words, Li Jingyi playfully raised his head, a smug look on his face: "I know! I know!"

"Aung told me that in my dream last night when I was sleeping!"

"Aung said that Father is fine and told me not to worry, that he will wake up tomorrow!"

As soon as Li Jingyi finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Li Chengqian's body trembled slightly, and tears burst out uncontrollably, rolling down his cheeks.

He murmured silently in his heart: Aye, you came to see me yesterday, right?

Looking at his father who suddenly burst into tears, Li Jingyi was bewildered and didn't understand why.

Her clear eyes were filled with confusion. Then, she quickly took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and gently wiped away Li Chengqian's tears with her tender little hands. She said in a baby voice, "Father, you're so old, why are you still as crybaby as I am?"

"Mother said it's not good to cry all the time!"

Li Chengqian could no longer suppress the grief in his heart. He reached out and hugged Li Jingyi tightly in his arms, saying with a choked voice: "Yier, because, father no longer has a father!"