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

After Lu Jingsuo was taken away by the guards, the heavy and chaotic footsteps gradually faded away, but everyone in the court could still feel the sound echoing in their ears.

The entire court seemed to have lost all its vitality and fell into a dead silence again.

All the ministers dared not breathe a word, their eyes staring straight at Li Chengqian, with all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined in their eyes.

Li Chengqian was like a soul-lost statue, half-kneeling there quietly, his arms tightly hugging Song Jingshu's already cold body.

He was immersed in great grief and could not recover for a long time.

Doctor Wen sighed softly, stepped forward and bowed slightly, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences. This little girl is truly pitiful. You see, she has come a long way and probably didn't even have a hot meal along the way."

"Long-term hunger and exhaustion have already hollowed out her body. She is like an oil lamp. Before she met Your Majesty, she had already run out of oil long ago."

Doctor Wen's voice was low and slow, with a hint of pity, echoing in the quiet court.

He paused, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and then he continued: "It's just that this girl has a tenacious belief in her heart that has always supported her."

"It was with this breath that she managed to make it to Chang'an alive and see His Majesty."

"Now that her wish has been fulfilled and this last bit of support is gone, she has... passed away."

"Your Majesty, please be patient and don't be too sad and distressed."

Doctor Wen wiped his forehead and continued in a heavy tone.

"Your Majesty, I must tell you the truth. Even if she survives, the condition of her leg injury is extremely serious."

"I have been practicing medicine for many years, but for such a serious injury, other than the cruel method of amputation, I have racked my brains and can't think of any better treatment."

This leg disease is extremely dangerous and has tortured her beyond recognition."

"With her condition, even if she were to have her limbs amputated, there would be no way for her to survive."

Li Chengqian closed his eyes and nodded slowly as if he had used up all his strength.

His lips trembled slightly, and after a long time, he spoke with difficulty.

"I understand. Pass on my decree to posthumously confer the title of Princess Zhaosai on Song Jingshu and bury her with the rites of a princess in the Xianyang Cemetery."

"I want her to be able to look down upon the people of Xianyang living and working in peace and contentment even after her death."

"I will use my actions to show her that the peaceful and prosperous world she longs for will be realized. From now on, the whole world will be as peaceful and harmonious as Xianyang, allowing her soul to rest in peace."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

All the ministers responded in unison, their voices echoing in the court for a long time, with a hint of solemnity and awe.

……

Three days later, the sun shone on the streets and alleys of Chang'an. Today was the day when Li Jing's army set out to attack Tubo, and the whole city of Chang'an was in an uproar.

People flocked to the streets, holding colorful silks and beautiful flowers in their hands, their faces filled with pride and expectation.

The streets are decorated with lights on both sides, and the lanterns are like burning flames, illuminating people's excited faces.

Cheers and blessings intertwined together, making it as lively as a festival.

There was a gleam in people's eyes, and they looked forward to the royal army's early triumphant return to bring glory to the Tang Dynasty and defend its dignity and glory.

But inside Zhaoyu Prison, there was another depressing and desolate scene.

Lu Jingsuo was imprisoned alone in a dark and damp cell, surrounded by an atmosphere of decay and despair.

His Feiyu uniform, which was once bright and beautiful and symbolized the glory of the Jinyiwei, has now become dirty and covered with dust and stains.

The exquisite patterns were covered by dirt and their former splendor could no longer be seen.

He was unkempt, with his hair scattered across his face like messy weeds, covering his once bright eyes.

The high-spirited look he once had was long gone, replaced by a face full of fatigue and vicissitudes. His eyes also lacked the brilliance of the past, leaving only a dull and empty look, as if the vitality of life had drained away from him.

Those colleagues who had worked with him before, when they walked past his cell, acted as if they didn't see him, their eyes were cold and distant, like strangers.

Their gazes did not linger for the slightest, nor was there any trace of camaraderie as former comrades. They had absolutely no intention of caring for him, as if he was a person abandoned by the world, a person who should not exist in their memory.

Zhang Xianhuai also came once. He stood quietly outside the cell, expressionless, staring at Lu Jingsuo without saying a word.

His eyes contained complex emotions, including confusion, regret, reluctance, and a hint of indescribable helplessness.

He looked like this for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave Lu Jingsuo's appearance in his mind, but finally turned around and left silently, leaving Lu Jingsuo alone in this dark cell, enduring loneliness and solitude.

For three whole days, no Jinyiwei came to interrogate him, and no one from the Ministry of Justice came to file a case. It seemed as if the entire Zhaoyu prison had forgotten his existence.

Lu Jingsuo seemed to have been forgotten by the whole world, staying alone in the deepest part of Zhaoyu.

Those imprisoned here are all extremely vicious people. The walls around them exude a chill that seems to be able to freeze people's souls.

There seemed to be countless pairs of prying eyes hidden in that dark corner, which made people feel scared.

Lu Jingsuo spends most of his time quietly closing his eyes and resting, but those who know him well know that beneath his seemingly calm appearance, he is actually waiting in his heart, waiting for someone who is very important to him to appear. That is his only desire in this darkness.

The heavy cell door was slowly opened, and the rusty hinges made a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, which seemed particularly abrupt and terrifying in this silent environment.

The voice was like a call from hell, breaking the original silence.

A royal chair was carefully placed at the prison door by the Embroidered Uniform Guards. The action seemed as if they were placing a fragile treasure, or performing a solemn ceremony.

When Lu Jingsuo heard the noise, he opened his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.

He tried hard to tidy up his messy appearance, combed his hair with trembling hands, wiped the dirt off his face, then knelt respectfully on the ground, his eyes full of awe.

Li Chengqian, dressed in a black robe, walked in slowly from outside. His steps were heavy and slow, and each step seemed to carry a heavy burden, as if a mountain was pressing on him.

He walked to the armchair and sat down slowly. His expression was stern, but his eyes were filled with complex emotions that others could hardly detect, including sadness, helplessness, reluctance, and mostly heartache.

Then he waved his hand, and all the Jinyiwei retreated as ordered.

In an instant, only Li Chengqian and Lu Jingsuo were left in the quiet depths of Zhaoyu.