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

Finally, the familiar sanatorium came into view.

At this moment, the gate, eaves, and corridors of the sanatorium were covered with pale white cloth, fluttering in the wind.

The carriage slowly stopped. Zhang Xianhuai and Su Zhi hurried forward and carefully helped Li Chengqian get off the carriage.

As soon as they got off the ground, Li Mingda and Li Jiming stumbled out of the yard, their eyes red and swollen, and their faces covered with tear marks.

Li Mingda threw himself desperately into Li Chengqian's arms, clutching his sleeves tightly with both hands, and burst into tears: "Brother, brother! Aye is gone, Aye is gone!"

The cry was heartbreaking.

Li Jiming followed behind. Seeing this scene, he could no longer suppress his inner sorrow and fell to the ground with a cry. Then he struggled to get up and hugged Li Chengqian's arm tightly, crying, "Brother, mother is gone, father is gone too, we are the only ones left, brother!"

Hearing the helpless cries of his two sisters, Li Chengqian felt pain instantly spread throughout his body.

His eyes instantly turned red, and he stretched out his trembling hands, hugged his two sisters tightly in his arms, and said in a choked voice: "Don't be afraid, big brother is still here."

"With Big Brother here, there's nothing to be afraid of."

He gently patted his two sisters' backs. After a long while, he calmed down and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go and take big brother to see Aye. Big brother is here, the sky won't fall."

Li Mingda and Li Jiming sobbed, holding Li Chengqian's hand, and walked towards Tiance Mansion step by step with heavy steps.

Along the way, scenes of Li Chengqian's interactions with his father Li Shimin kept emerging in his mind.

As we stepped into Tiance Mansion, it was already crowded with people.

There were people standing on both sides, including old ministers of the Zhenguan period who had followed Li Shimin for many years. They had white hair and sad faces.

Some of these old ministers had fought alongside Li Shimin on the battlefield, while others had offered advice for the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty in the court. They had a deep friendship with Li Shimin, and now seeing the death of the retired emperor, the grief in their hearts was beyond words.

There were also officials in Xianyang. They looked solemn, with their heads lowered. They did not dare to speak loudly, and their faces were filled with extreme sadness.

Wen Ruchu saw Li Chengqian coming from afar, and her eyes instantly turned red again. She cried out in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty!"

The people around him, immersed in grief, heard Wen Ruchu's cry and followed suit, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Those cries were filled with tears.

Li Shimin's coffin was placed in the center of the Tiance Palace and was arranged solemnly.

In front of the coffin, Li Jingyou placed a small cushion under his knees. He was dressed in white, his face was haggard, his eyes were red and swollen and he could hardly open them, and he was kneeling on the ground.

Hearing the crowd's shouts, he slowly raised his head and saw Li Chengqian coming. He immediately stood up and staggered into Li Chengqian's arms, his voice choked and almost inaudible: "Aye, Aung is gone!"

Li Chengqian nodded, raised his hand and touched Li Jingyou's head, and the tears in his eyes finally fell uncontrollably.

"I understand."

He handed Li Jingyou to Su Zhi, gently pushed away Zhang Xianhuai's hand that was supporting him, took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and walked slowly towards Li Shimin's coffin step by step.

He walked slowly to the coffin and looked at the figure covered with white cloth, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, as if he had returned to the time when he had just ascended the throne. He was in the same situation at that time.

Li Shimin's coffin is right in front of us.

With trembling hands, he gently pulled back a corner of the white cloth in disbelief, and looked at the familiar yet lifeless face inside.

The former majesty is gone, and now only paleness remains, as if it has just fallen into a deep sleep.

He slowly reached out and held the cold and stiff hands. The once strong hands were now so cold, without a trace of warmth. Li Chengqian's heart suddenly tightened, making him almost unable to stand.

He looked back at Cheng Yaojin and Li Ji behind him, with a hint of fantasy in his eyes, which was the last glimmer of hope for Li Shimin.

Cheng Yaojin and Li Ji saw Li Chengqian's eyes and hurried over.

Li Chengqian looked at them, his lips trembling, his voice trembling with anticipation, and asked in a whisper, "My dear ministers, is my father faking his death this time?"

When he said this, he himself felt it was a bit absurd, but he really could not accept the fact that Li Shimin had passed away, and still held a glimmer of impossible fantasy in his heart.

After hearing Li Chengqian's words, Cheng Yaojin and Li Ji were stunned.

Cheng Yaojin's tears couldn't stop flowing down, the tears slid down his weathered cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground.

His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground with a plop. He leaned his head on the top of Li Chengqian's boots and cried out in grief, almost a roar: "Your Majesty! The Emperor has passed away!"

Upon seeing this, Li Ji also hurriedly knelt down, his voice choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

In an instant, all the ministers on the field knelt down in a mass.

"Your Majesty! My condolences!"

"Your Majesty! Take care of yourself!"

Voices of comfort came one after another.

Li Chengqian closed his eyes and tears flowed uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and said slowly: "I understand. My dear ministers, please stand up."

Li Jingyou walked up to Li Chengqian and said in a broken voice, "Father, Grandfather said that he doesn't want to keep his body in a hushed state, so as not to cause people to miss him. He wants to be buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum as soon as possible so that he can see Grandma."

Li Chengqian nodded at Li Jingyou's words.

According to the will of the retired emperor, it would have been sent to Zhaoling Mausoleum on the same day.

But His Majesty did not come, and the body remained there for two days.

During these two days, everyone was immersed in grief, no one dared to make a decision on their own, and everyone was waiting for Li Chengqian's arrival and his decision.

"Then let's do as the emperor wishes." Li Chengqian said in a low voice.

"Lord Wen."

Wen Ruchu immediately walked up to Li Chengqian and responded respectfully, "Your Majesty!"

"Lord Wen, let's set up a mourning hall in this Tiance Mansion. I want to keep vigil for the Emperor for seven days. Please go and do it."

"Yes, Your Majesty! I obey your command!"

Wen Ruchu respectfully withdrew and immediately went to make arrangements for the funeral hall. His steps were hurried, yet he felt a bit heavy.

On the second day, Li Shimin was buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum, sleeping together with his Guanyin maid and his old brothers.

Li Chengqian followed the whole process, just watching quietly without saying a word.

On that day, a mourning hall was also set up in Tiance Mansion.

At the same time, the news of the death of the retired emperor was announced to the world.