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

On the New Year's Day of the 13th year of Qianwu, the entire Tang Dynasty was deserted.

The biting cold wind, as if aware of the heaviness of this year, blows wantonly through the streets and alleys, making people tremble in their hearts.

The city of Chang'an no longer had the hustle and bustle of the past. Inside the imperial palace, the eaves looked particularly cold in the cold wind, and the snow on the glazed tiles had not melted, adding a bit of loneliness to the towering building.

On ordinary days, the palace is decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, but at this moment, there are only a few palace lanterns swaying in the wind, emitting a faint light, which makes the surroundings even more silent.

Li Shimin's departure plunged the entire Tang Dynasty into endless grief.

This wise and capable monarch, relying on his outstanding wisdom and resolute decision-making, started his army from Taiyuan, fought battles all over the country, wiped out the separatist forces from all sides, and created the prosperous Tang Dynasty today.

He took the fall of the Sui Dynasty as a lesson, accepted advice humbly, and implemented a series of policies that benefited the country and the people, making the Tang Dynasty politically clear, economically prosperous, and socially stable, achieving the brilliant achievements of the "Zhenguan Governance".

But now, he has left the Tang Dynasty, which he built, forever, leaving behind endless regrets.

This year, even the carefree children felt the pressure.

They no longer laugh, play, chase and fight in the streets and alleys like in previous years, looking forward to new clothes and candies in the New Year.

The streets of Chang'an are deserted. The vendors who used to display all kinds of New Year goods and shout out their wares are now mostly gone.

Occasionally there were a few who looked hurried and had no intention of soliciting business.

In front of every household, there are items for memorialization, smoke from incense and candles rises, and the people express their reluctance to leave to the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it was early spring of the fourteenth year of Qianwu.

When the first spring breeze blew into Chang'an, the people were surprised to find that overnight, the walls that were usually conspicuous were covered with all kinds of slogans.

These slogans seemed to appear out of thin air, and no one knew who secretly painted them there and when.

If you look closely, most of the words written on them are "Long live the people, persist in the struggle and resistance, and overthrow all oppressors."

The people stopped to watch and talked about it in private.

At the same time, the imperial court also took major actions.

A special meeting is being held in the square in front of the Taiji Hall.

However, the participants of this conference were not the court officials who usually wore court robes, but a group of Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu uniforms.

They had stern expressions and lined up neatly in the square, exuding a solemn and murderous aura.

Li Chengqian glanced at the Jinyiwei in the audience.

His voice was steady as he issued a simple yet heart-shaking order: "From today onwards, you, the Jinyiwei, will immediately go to the countryside and penetrate every inch of the land of the Tang Dynasty to find representatives of the people who can truly represent the voice of the people."

"From now on, the Tang Dynasty is ruled by the people."

In addition, he also ordered the construction of a magnificent Great Hall of the People in Chang'an City. In the future, all major affairs of the Tang Dynasty would be discussed and decided by representatives of the people in this hall.

Although the officials in the court had long anticipated Li Chengqian's ideas, when he really began to implement the concept of "the world belongs to the public" and officially issued these decrees, many people still found it difficult to accept.

Some of them worry that their power and status are threatened, while others are uneasy about this new political model.

But even though they couldn't accept it, the decree had already been issued, and the Jinyiwei only obeyed the orders of Li Chengqian.

A mighty wave of reform began in this way.

This torrent is unstoppable, and no one can avoid being caught up in it. The future of the Tang Dynasty will also be determined by this change.

Xianyang National College, as the cradle of talent cultivation in the Tang Dynasty, naturally could not stay out of this change.

As the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Jingyou has been talked about behind his back recently.

The classmates were privately spreading rumors that His Majesty was going to set up a new power institution, and the emperor's voice would probably be greatly weakened in the future.

From then on, Li Jingyou could always feel the strange looks from people around him when he walked on the campus.

In the past, his classmates were full of awe and respect for him, but now, there was a bit more curiosity and speculation in their eyes. The awe they once had was gone at this moment.

Li Jingyou felt the change in everyone's attitude, but he still said nothing, just silently hiding these emotions in his heart.

After school, as usual, he looked around, carefully made sure that no one was following him, and then quickly turned the corner and walked into a narrow and deep alley.

The alley was filled with the faint smell of fireworks, and the walls were covered with moss, appearing a little damp. He came to a dark wooden door, gently pushed it open and walked in.

Inside the house, two young men had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Li Jingyou coming, they quickly stood up and greeted him respectfully, "Your Highness, you are here?"

Li Jingyou nodded and said with a slightly serious expression: "My father is moving faster than I expected. We don't have much time. Have you done everything I asked you to do before?"

A young man in white stepped forward, nodded, and said, "Your Highness, the imperial court is recruiting officials this year, and we have arranged for thirty-two grassroots officials in Shaanxi Province."

"Last year, two people were successfully promoted to the fifth rank through operations."

At this point, a hint of helplessness appeared on the young man's face. "But, they still failed to enter the core and gain the attention of His Majesty."

"It seems that our plan is not going well!"

The young man in white was named Jiang Liuer. He was originally a wandering beggar without parents. Just like his name, he was drifting in the world.

It was Li Chengqian's reforms that enabled a beggar like him to have food to eat, to read books, and to study at Xianyang National Academy.

Here, his horizons broadened and his thoughts gradually grew.

Who doesn't want to make a name for themselves in this world? What's more, his classmate is the noble Crown Prince.

What's even more interesting is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to be dissatisfied with His Majesty's actions, which gives Jiang Liuer a different opportunity.

Another young man in blue frowned as he sat to the side, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. After a moment's contemplation, he slowly spoke, "Your Highness, I don't think this idea is going to work."

"Judging from what His Majesty is saying now, a major cleanup of the officialdom is about to begin."

He paused, then continued, "I read today's newspaper. Your Majesty wants to implement 'the world serves the public,' and seek representatives from among the people to speak for him."

"If this happens, the entire structure of the officialdom will be disrupted, and my previous arrangements will probably be difficult to implement."