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

In just one night, time passed madly on Li Chengqian.

The hair, which originally had only a few white hairs, had become visibly whiter, with strands of silver threads intertwined in a disorderly manner.

You know, His Majesty is only forty years old this year, in the prime of his life, but he looked so old overnight, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be traces carved by the years in a hurry.

"His Majesty."

Zhang Xianhuai's voice sounded cautiously in the depressing Lizheng Hall.

Hearing someone calling him, Li Chengqian slowly came back to his senses. All his attention had been firmly fixed on Su Zhi during this long night.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion, as if he had just woken up from an endless nightmare. "Oh, it's Xianhuai, you're here. Are those ministers waiting for me outside?"

His voice was hoarse from a sleepless night.

Zhang Xianhuai nodded slightly, his eyes full of heartache: "Your Majesty, I just went to the side hall to call Xiao Taohong..."

He paused, his voice unconsciously lowered with a hint of sadness, "I discovered that she has gone with the Queen."

Hearing Zhang Xianhuai's words, Li Chengqian's body shook violently. He slowly raised his head, his eyes closed, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and he was speechless for a long time.

Then, a long sigh came from his chest, and that sigh was filled with helplessness about the impermanence of life.

"Xian Huai, send another order to posthumously confer the title of Madam Rouhui on Xiao Taohong and bury her in Qianling Mausoleum. Let her accompany her mistress and rest her body beside the Empress. No need to worry about those rules."

Li Chengqian spoke slowly, his voice firm, "I imagine the Queen also wants to be with her good sister."

Tenderness flashed in his eyes. He saw every moment that Su Zhi and Xiao Taohong had spent together. Those warm moments now became the softest pain in his heart.

Zhang Xianhuai nodded again, his voice loud but choked with sobs: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Li Chengqian put on a thick cloak, which seemed a little empty on his slightly hunched body.

With the support of Zhang Xianhuai, he walked out of the Lizheng Hall tremblingly.

Outside the house, after a night of heavy snow, the whole world was covered in silver. The whole world was shrouded in a layer of white gauze, quiet and peaceful.

But this bright sunlight at this moment was like a series of sharp blades, piercing straight into Li Chengqian's eyes, making him feel extremely dazzling.

He subconsciously raised his hands to cover himself, but he could not stop the pain that surged in his heart like a tide.

Looking at all the officials waiting to welcome him at the door of Lizheng Hall, everyone in the neat queue had a solemn expression on their face.

Li Jingyou stood aside holding Li Jingyi's hand. There were still traces of tears on the two children's faces, and there was grief in their eyes.

Next to them, Su Zhi's parents, Su Tan and his wife, were hunched over and haggard, as if they had aged ten years overnight.

Their eyes were empty as they stared at the gate of Lizheng Palace. That was where their daughter used to live, but now it has become the boundary between the living and the dead.

Li Chengqian dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked in front of Su Tan. His lips trembled slightly. He wanted to say something, but he felt that any words seemed so pale and powerless.

"Father-in-law, I'm so sorry for not taking good care of your daughter. You've already lost your daughter."

His voice was filled with deep guilt and self-blame, his eyes were slightly red, tears were welling up in his eyes, but he always tried hard to hold them back.

Li Chengqian slowly squatted down, stretched out his broad yet slightly trembling hands, and gently touched Li Jingyou's head, then touched Li Jingyi's head, his movements gentle: "Don't worry, father is still here."

There was determination in his eyes, trying to give strength to the children, letting them know that even if the sky fell, they still had their father to support them.

He stood up slowly and straightened his back. Although his body was still tired, the imperial spirit in his bones remained unchanged.

He turned his head, glanced at the officials, and spoke in a low voice.

"My dear ministers, today is New Year's Day, a day for family reunions. I am sorry to have troubled you. I ask for your help in moving my queen to the Daming Palace."

He paused slightly, his eyes showing understanding, "There's no need to come to mourn the Queen tonight, go home and have a reunion dinner."

"Grand Tutor Qi, I won't have dinner tonight. I have to accompany my queen." Li Chengqian looked at Grand Tutor Qi.

Mr. Qi nodded, looked at Li Chengqian, and couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, take care of yourself!"

When Qin Ruzhao saw Li Chengqian at this moment, his heart ached and his eyes turned red instantly.

How could his teacher, the emperor who was once full of vigor and ambition and had authority over the country, have ever been in such a miserable state?

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"

There was a cry in his voice.

Following the lead of Grand Tutor Qi, all the officials could not help but speak out to comfort them.

Even though many of them have opinions about Your Majesty and are dissatisfied with Your Majesty's harsh practices.

But no matter what, they had to admit that it was His Majesty who brought the Tang Dynasty to a new height, allowing the people to live and work in peace and contentment and attracting people from all directions to come to pay tribute.

They also had to admit that His Majesty was in no way inferior to Emperor Taizong, and was even better in some aspects.

Having such an emperor is not only a blessing for the people, but also a blessing for the officials.

No matter how much they hate His Majesty, they are reluctant to see such an emperor leave the world so early.

Therefore, most of these words of taking care of the dragon's health are spoken with sincerity.

Li Chengqian nodded, his eyes slowly sweeping over the ministers, a complex emotion welling up in his heart, a mixture of emotion and relief.

"Don't worry, I know everything in my heart. Please relax, my dear ministers. I know everything in my heart."

Li Chengqian looked at Qin Ruzhao.

"Ruzhao, you did a great job on this trip to India! I will reward you meritorious officials later."

Hearing Li Chengqian's words, Qin Ruzhao could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears: "Your Majesty, there is no hurry, Your Majesty."

He responded with a choked sob.

Li Chengqian nodded and turned his gaze to Li Jingyou and Li Jingyi again.

"You'er, Yi'er, go in and take another look at your mother."

His voice trembled slightly, with a sadness that was hard to conceal, "From now on, you will never see your mother again."

On the New Year's Day of the sixteenth year of Qianwu, it was cold, extremely cold, and it chilled Li Chengqian's heart.

He had never felt so alone.

There are some words that can no longer be said because the people who heard them are gone.

People often say that when a couple is married for a long time, it is inevitable that they will have different dreams even though they are sleeping in the same bed.

But Li Chengqian never felt that. He only felt that he and Su Zhi were getting better and better with each passing year, but...

Heaven never grants one's wishes.