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

In the dead silent main tomb chamber, a gloomy atmosphere permeated the air.

The white flag hung low, and the dim eternal lamp swayed unsteadily in this depressing tomb. The dim light danced with difficulty, but it could not dispel the sadness that surrounded it.

Li Jingyou's face was full of sadness, his eyes were red and swollen, tears were rolling in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, leaving tear marks on his tender face.

His body trembled slightly, and he raised his hand and gently pulled Li Jingyi, who was in a daze beside him.

At this moment, Li Jingyi stared blankly at the cold coffin in front of him, his eyes empty and he was lost in confusion.

Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't accept this cruel reality.

Her dearest mother left so suddenly.

People came and went around her, and they kept repeating, "I will never see my mother again." These words hurt her heart again and again.

But she was still young, and "death" was just a vague and scary concept to her. She only knew clearly that her mother, who always gave her endless love, would never come back.

When Li Jingyi felt her brother pulling her, she slowly came back to her senses, as if waking up from a long nightmare.

She subconsciously stretched out her little hand, tightly grasped Li Jingyou's sleeve, and asked with a trembling voice, "Brother, is Mother really not coming back?"

Li Jingyou looked at his sister's tear-stained face, his heart aching. He nodded slowly, his voice so hoarse it was almost unintelligible: "Xiaoyi, mother is dead, dead, she will never come back."

After saying this, he walked with heavy legs, step by step to the sarcophagus.

Looking at the plain coffin, I thought of my mother's lifelong frugality, her hard work for half her life, and the exhaustion of her efforts for her children. But in the end, the only burial objects she had were a few clay figurines.

His eyes became moist again, and tears rolled down uncontrollably, wetting the ground beneath his feet.

Li Jingyi still had a glimmer of stubborn hope in her heart. She walked eagerly to Li Chengqian with her short legs.

She raised her tear-stained, tender little face, tears glistening in her eyes, and asked earnestly and persistently, "Father, if Mother doesn't come back, and Yi'er dies in the future, can she be buried with Mother?"

When Li Chengqian heard this, he felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain came over him.

He slowly leaned over and picked up his daughter. His voice was full of fatigue as he said softly, "Yier, you can't be with your father and mother. Father, I will build you your own mausoleum in the future. Do you understand?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jingyi's heart was filled with grievances that instantly burst out like a flood. The tears that had been accumulating in her eyes burst out. She looked at Li Chengqian and cried loudly, "Father, why can't Yi'er be with you after she dies? I want to be with you! I want to be with you!"

Li Chengqian looked at his daughter like this, his heart filled with pity. He raised his hand and gently touched her head, saying softly, "Okay, then you will be buried with your father and mother, okay? Come, say goodbye to your mother."

Li Jingyi choked with sobs.

"Father, didn't my brother say that we would never see Mother again? Why did we have to say goodbye?"

Li Chengqian was slightly startled, a look of melancholy in his eyes. He slowly said, "Because, even though Father knew he would never see your mother again, he still hoped to see her again after his death."

"You'er, Yi'er, the coffin is about to be closed." "Everyone, stay away. Your mother is too tired, too tired. Let her have a good rest. Let her have a good rest."

"Okay, from now on, if you have any problems, just tell Father."

Everyone slowly retreated, and as the lid of the sarcophagus slowly fell in silence, a "creaking" sound was heard, and then the mechanism was sealed, isolating all the thoughts and reluctance forever in this small space.

This matter was finally settled with the closure of the sarcophagus.

Li Chengqian watched the lid of the sarcophagus close completely. He felt dizzy and his head spun. His legs went weak and he could no longer stand.

He subconsciously placed Li Jingyi gently on the ground, and then sat down directly on the ground.

Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Ruzhao had been paying close attention to Li Chengqian's condition. Seeing this, they immediately rushed to Li Chengqian's sides like arrows.

Li Chengqian's vision gradually became blurred, double images intertwined, and the whole world was shaking wildly.

All he could hear was Zhang Xianhuai's anxious shouting, "Someone come! Someone come! Your Majesty's headache is coming back, Your Majesty's headache is coming back!"

In the first month of the seventeenth year of Qianwu, in Ganlu Palace.

The wind was biting cold outside the hall, and the atmosphere inside was so heavy that it seemed suffocating. The ministers looked solemn, with furrowed brows, and paced back and forth anxiously at the door, not daring to breathe, for fear that His Majesty would make any mistake.

Li Jingyou was in extreme inner conflict and struggle.

Reason told him that if his father could not withstand this disaster, the throne would easily fall into his hands, which should be the moment he had always dreamed of.

But as a son who had just lost his mother, he really couldn't bear the heavy blow of losing his father, and he was extremely conflicted.

His eyes flashed with desire for the throne, but were sometimes replaced by deep worry.

Zhang Xianhuai's face was filled with worry, beads of sweat covering his forehead. He turned to look at Hu Bugui and asked anxiously, "Bugui, take a look. How is His Majesty? Is it serious? How long will it take for him to wake up?"

Hu Bugui finished his diagnosis with a focused look, then slowly raised his head and glanced at everyone in Ganlu Hall.

Li Mingda's face was full of worry, his eyes showing concern for his brother; Li Jiming kept pacing on the spot, with his hands behind his back, looking extremely anxious.

Zhang Xianhuai frowned, his eyes full of anxiety. Li Wei rubbed his hands anxiously and paced back and forth. Mr. Qi twirled his beard, looked solemn, and shook his head slightly. Lin Dafu stood nervously by the side, not daring to breathe, with his hands clenched tightly together.

Qin Ruzhao looked anxious, his body leaning forward slightly. Li Jingyou and Li Jingyi had tear marks on their faces, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness, and they snuggled up to each other.

Almost all of Li Chengqian’s important people gathered here today.

Seeing everyone's anxious and worried eyes, Hu Bugui slowly shook his head.

Qin Ruzhao was extremely anxious when he saw this. He immediately stepped forward, held Hu Bugui's head firmly with both hands, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Tell me clearly, what happened to your Majesty?"

"If you dare to say anything stupid, don't say that I, Qin Ruzhao, am bullying you. I will train you alone."

After hearing Qin Ruzhao's words, Hu Bugui wanted to struggle, but Qin Ruzhao's hand was as hard as an iron clamp.

He couldn't struggle free.