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

In the Taiji Hall, an exquisitely carved dragon throne is placed upright. The chair body is made of precious red sandalwood, and the armrests and backrest are carved with lifelike golden dragons with winding bodies and flowing whiskers.

Li Jingyou stood quietly in front of the dragon throne. His breathing unconsciously became rapid, and the heart in his chest was like a trapped beast, beating wildly against his chest.

The dragon throne in front of us is not just a chair, but also a symbol of supreme power.

As long as he sits on it gently, he will become the master of the vast mountains and rivers of the Tang Dynasty, and the fate of thousands of people will be written by him from then on.

Li Chengqian was standing beside him. He turned his head inadvertently and his eyes fell on Li Jingyou's face.

There was a fiery light flashing in Li Jingyou's eyes, which was a fanatical desire for power, and his whole face was slightly flushed with excitement.

Li Chengqian was very familiar with this expression. Recalling the first time he stood in front of the dragon throne, he felt the same irrepressible desire in his heart. That yearning for power was like a fire, burning in his heart.

"You'er,"

Li Chengqian spoke slowly, his voice low.

"Your mother, on her deathbed, held my hand tightly and repeatedly urged me to take good care of you."

At this point, Li Chengqian raised his head slightly and looked towards the ceiling of the hall, tears glistening in his eyes. "Your grandfather, Emperor Taizong, also repeatedly told me that he firmly believed that only by handing the Tang Dynasty over to you would he be able to leave with peace of mind and feel that the world could continue to prosper and enjoy long-term peace."

Li Chengqian paused and sighed softly, his sigh filled with years of helplessness. "Father, every time I think of these instructions over the years, I feel a deep sense of responsibility and dare not slack off in the slightest."

"Now that you have grown up and possess sufficient abilities and responsibilities, I can finally hand over this heavy burden that has weighed on my shoulders for so many years to you with confidence."

When Li Chengqian said this, he felt relieved, and the pressure he had been under for many years was briefly released at this moment.

Behind these seemingly light-hearted words lies Li Chengqian's resentment towards Li Shimin.

Li Shimin doted on this grandson and placed extremely high hopes on him, as if as long as Li Jingyou ascended the throne, the Tang Dynasty would enjoy eternal peace.

Li Shimin's wishes, coupled with Su Zhi's earnest instructions on her deathbed, weighed heavily on his heart like two heavy mountains, subtly exerting immense pressure on him. One of them worried about his grandson, the other about his son, yet they treated Li Chengqian as a vicious tiger who would harm their loved ones.

But how could Li Shimin understand that he, Li Chengqian, had lived an upright life, and was sincere to his family and the Tang Dynasty, and had never had a single evil thought.

"Father, I understand."

Li Jingyou answered respectfully. Li Chengqian looked at his son in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

"You'er, this dragon throne was once sat upon by Emperor Gaozu, who laid the foundation for the glorious Tang Dynasty. Emperor Taizong used it to usher in the Zhenguan Reign, which made our Tang Dynasty famous and renowned, attracting tributes from all quarters. I, too, have served in this position, toiling day and night, exhausting all my energy to expand this vast land. From now on, it will be your turn."

Li Chengqian said as he slowly walked forward and gently patted Li Jingyou on the shoulder. "Father, it's time for me to take a break. These years of busyness should finally come to an end."

When Li Jingyou heard Li Chengqian's words, his eyes instantly became moist and tears welled up in his eyes.

Looking back on his daily life, he often complained that his father was too strict with him and always felt that his father did not understand him enough.

But at this moment, looking at his father's slightly weathered face, the complaints in his heart instantly disappeared, and were replaced by immense admiration.

He secretly vowed to govern the Tang Dynasty well, live up to the expectations of his father and ancestors, and continue the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

In the following days, Li Jingyou devoted himself to the affairs of state.

In the court, he had heated discussions with the ministers on state governance strategies. He listened humbly and analyzed carefully the suggestions put forward by the ministers.

At the same time, he was also secretly cultivating his own party members. If he wanted to gain a firm foothold in this complex and ever-changing court, successfully ascend the throne and govern the Tang Dynasty well, he had to establish his own power and form a force that could support himself.

The peaceful days did not last long, as His Majesty had to go on a secret visit.

Soon, a special list was delivered to Li Jingyou.

He sat in the study, slowly unfolding the list. When he saw those two familiar words, his originally calm brows unconsciously tightened.

"Wang Wen," he silently repeated the name in his mind, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

His own father, the emperor, actually brought Wang Wen with him when he went out this time.

Recalling the last time Wang Wen was sent as an envoy to India, he became famous in India with his outstanding diplomatic skills and extraordinary courage, and won supreme glory for the Tang Dynasty.

He thought that after he came back, his father would reward him greatly, but surprisingly, after he came back, his father did not reward him at all.

Li Jingyou had always been concerned about Wang Wen, and this incident made him even more suspicious of Wang Wen's existence. But now, his father wanted him to accompany him on a secret visit. What exactly did this mean?

Since ancient times, the level of official position is not the most important thing. Being able to accompany the king at all times is the real opportunity.

As long as Your Majesty is willing, high positions and generous salaries are just a matter of a flick of the hand.

And this Wang Wen was like a thorn, deeply embedded in Li Jingyou's heart, and he would not feel relieved until it was removed.

He has already obtained the position of crown prince he wanted, and the future throne of the Tang Dynasty is also beckoning to him.

However, at this moment, he inexplicably felt as if he had lost something important.

Accompanying his father should have been the privilege of him as his biological son, not of Wang Wen, an outsider.

But he also knew that he was the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, the only prince, and had too many government affairs to handle and the future of the entire Tang Dynasty to plan. He was destined not to be able to accompany Li Chengqian all the time like Wang Wen.

In the early summer of the seventeenth year of the Qianwu reign, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was gentle. A group of people dressed in coarse linen quietly emerged from the side door of the imperial palace.

This group of people looked like ordinary people, blending in unnoticed into the bustling crowd.

They came to the post station and bought tickets to Wang Wen's hometown.

This action made Wang Wen so excited that he could hardly control himself. He had never thought that His Majesty would follow him home.

This was his first time going home after leaving his hometown to make a living. Recalling the scene when he left his hometown, his heart was filled with emotion.

At that time, he left his hometown and stepped into this prosperous capital city as a representative of the people.

Now, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has been almost two years!

And this time, he was able to return home with His Majesty, and the joy in his heart was simply beyond words.