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

In the warm room, a small red clay stove was burning brightly, and the heat filled the air, but it could not warm Lin Dafu's helpless heart.

He sat down heavily on the carved sandalwood chair, leaning forward slightly, his hands on his knees, looking at Li Chengqian and Mr. Qi in front of him with a bitter face.

"Your Majesty, please give me justice! Old Qi is very cunning and has plotted against me again."

"You are usually so wise, how could you let him do this?"

Lin Dafu's brows were tightly furrowed into a knot, his mouth was pouted, and his voice was full of frustration, as if a belly full of bitterness had finally found an outlet to vent.

"Your Majesty, this is so unfair! Why is it that Old Qi always gets to ask for your approval so easily?"

"I won't accept it! I want to ask for your permission too. I must let this guy Lao Qi get married as soon as possible. Let him have a taste of what it feels like to be arranged by others!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke. He stood up suddenly and waved his hands in the air vigorously.

"Every time he uses your Majesty's imperial edict to pressure me, I don't even have a chance to refute. I can only obey obediently. This life is unbearable!"

Lin Dafu's eyes were red and his face was full of grievance, just like a bullied child. He cried and complained to Li Chengqian loudly. Anyone who saw his look could not help but be moved.

Upon hearing this, Li Chengqian and Mr. Qi looked at each other. Their eyes met and their tacit understanding was revealed. Then, they both couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahahaha".

Li Chengqian laughed so hard that he fell backwards. He reached out and gently held the edge of the table, barely able to steady himself.

Mr. Qi laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, look, this stingy fat man really doesn't understand my painstaking efforts."

Mr. Qi finally stopped laughing and shook his head.

"You see, I took care of this whole thing all by myself. I racked my brains and worried myself to death for the fat man's lifelong event."

"But this old fellow, he didn't appreciate the benefit he got and is now quarreling with me. He's really heartless!"

As Mr. Qi spoke, he pointed at Lin Dafu with a mocking look in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Fatty? Let me ask you, Miss Zhou Xue, do you really not have any feelings for her at all?"

Mr. Qi changed the subject and stared at Lin Dafu.

When Lin Dafu heard this, he froze instantly.

His mouth, which had been talking non-stop, suddenly shut. Something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes evasive, not daring to look directly into Mr. Qi's eyes.

Sometimes, silence is the most powerful answer. In the matter of Miss Zhou Xue, his thoughts have long been obvious. In such a situation, which normal man can remain indifferent?

Li Chengqian and Mr. Qi looked at Lin Dafu's embarrassment and laughed even more happily. Their hearty laughter echoed throughout the Liangyi Hall.

Today, the three of them were dressed in their best attire, wearing court robes, looking particularly solemn and dignified.

The court robes were embroidered with intricate dragon and cloud patterns, gold and silver threads, demonstrating the majesty of the royal family.

Even Lin Dafu, who usually dressed casually, changed into the special attire of the president of Qianyu Chamber of Commerce.

The clothing was made of black satin with golden business patterns embroidered on it, and the collar and cuffs were trimmed with white fox fur. It looked both luxurious and elegant, adding a bit of style to his whole person, and his previous casualness was swept away.

"It's cold, Master Qi."

Li Chengqian raised his head slightly, looked through the window at the snow-covered world outside the hall, sighed softly, and said with emotion.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it's winter now, how could it not be cold?"

Mr. Qi stroked his beard and responded slowly.

"Yes, but this cold winter can't dampen people's burning enthusiasm."

"It's almost time, let's go."

Li Chengqian stood up, his eyes revealing an indescribable expectation.

He adjusted his sleeves gently.

"Everyone should be almost here."

As Li Chengqian spoke, he carefully adjusted his clothes. He did not miss any wrinkles or details, and he carefully smoothed and straightened them.

He reached out and patted his collar gently to make sure there was no mess.

"Let's go. Today's scene is a rare opportunity that only comes once in a thousand years." Li Chengqian strode out of the hall.

Mr. Qi and Lin Dafu behind him also hurriedly straightened their manners and followed closely.

Mr. Qi bowed slightly and followed Li Chengqian.

Lin Dafu adjusted his cuffs and walked quickly, trying to keep up with the other two.

In the winter of the fifteenth year of Qianwu, an event of extraordinary significance in the history of the Tang Dynasty - the First People's Representative Congress, was grandly opened.

This conference attracted people from all over the Tang Dynasty. Some rode donkeys, some drove carriages, and some walked. They came from every corner of the Tang Dynasty, traveling day and night, over mountains and rivers, carrying with them their dreams of a better life and their concerns about national affairs.

The meeting place was set up in the Chang'an People's Great Hall.

The interior of the Great Hall is spacious and bright, with huge glass lamps hanging high in the dome, enough to illuminate every corner.

According to statistics, the number of participants in this conference exceeded 30,000, which is a rare event of such a large scale.

Due to the large number of people, the meeting had to be divided into smaller groups, and even then, the main hall could only accommodate 3,200 people.

Outside the Chang'an People's Hall, the cold wind blew across people's cheeks.

Wang Wen stood here, looking at the bustling and lively scene in front of him, feeling as if he were in another world.

He was born into a poor family and grew up in a remote village where life was simple and rustic. People worked from sunrise to sunset, and his ancestors made a living by farming.

His biggest dream in life was to come to Chang'an one day, to see this legendary prosperous capital, and to experience the wonders of the outside world.

In his imagination, Chang'an was a place full of miracles and hope, with towering palaces, bustling markets and countless novelties.

Once, he thought that this dream was out of reach, and he might have to spend his whole life in that small village, repeating the life trajectory of his ancestors, and forever bound to that black land.

Every day before dawn, he would carry a hoe and go to the fields to work, and would not go home until the sun set.

During the busy farming season, he got up early and worked late, and was so tired that his back and waist ached.

He thought his life would be so dull until one day, fate took a sudden turn.

Two Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu uniforms suddenly stepped into their village.

That look instantly attracted the attention of the whole village.

They brought exciting news: they were selecting people to go to Chang'an to attend an extremely important meeting, and if they were lucky, they would be able to see His Majesty in person.

When the whole village heard that they could meet His Majesty, they were excited.

Although their village is poor, they are not isolated from the news. Everyone wants to see Your Majesty. The good life they have now is all because of Your Majesty!

This news was like a fire that ignited hope in everyone's heart. The men, women, old and young in the village gathered together, talking about it, and everyone's face was filled with anticipation.

Wang Wen initially didn't think he'd be chosen. He had endless farm work to do every day, and he also had to worry about all the household chores. As the eldest son, he shouldered the weight of family responsibility.

Although he was also yearning for Chang'an in his heart and longed to see with his own eyes the emperor who was praised by the people, he knew that such a rare opportunity would most likely not fall upon him.

He still gets up early every day, raises cattle, plows the fields, and does every farm work meticulously.

Fate is always full of drama.

Everyone in the village, including Wang Wen's family, enthusiastically ran for the position of people's representative. Everyone hoped to have the opportunity to leave the village and go to Chang'an to see the world.

In order to show themselves, some people deliberately put on their best clothes and talked incessantly about their ideas in front of the Jinyiwei.

Some brought their carefully prepared gifts in an attempt to impress the Imperial Guards.

But Wang Wen continued to do his farm work. In his opinion, this hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him.

He was wearing a coarse linen shirt that had been washed white and a conical hat on his head. His busy figure in the fields seemed out of place with the hustle and bustle around him.

But it was his simple appearance of devoting himself to farm work that caught the attention of the Jinyiwei at first sight.

It turned out that His Majesty had specifically instructed that the people's representatives this time should be those truly simple farmers.

Isn't someone like Wang Wen, who sticks to his duties while everyone else is busy with the election, the one who best meets the requirements?

In this way, Wang Wen was unexpectedly selected.

On the day of departure, fellow villagers came to see him off.

For the first time, Wang Wen felt the scene in his dream, just like when Zhang An took the imperial examination and was surrounded by people.