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

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the cold moonlight falls freely among the villages.

I don’t know what Wang Wen said that offended Cui Wanying, but I saw Cui Wanying’s brows frowned instantly, and her originally bright eyes were now full of anger.

Before Wang Wen could react, Cui Wanying had already taken action.

She had been struggling since she was young. Although she was petite, she was extremely agile. She suddenly raised her leg, exerted all her strength, and kicked Wang Wen in the chest with a "bang".

The kick was so powerful that Wang Wen had not expected her to attack suddenly. Before he could even think of dodging, he was knocked away by the impact.

He fell backwards uncontrollably, hitting the ground hard with his butt, sending up a cloud of dust.

"Ouch, it hurts me so much!"

Wang Wen covered his chest tightly with his hands and couldn't help wailing loudly.

He never expected that the seemingly fragile Cui Wanying had such great strength in her feet.

Cui Wanying put her hands on her hips, her eyes wide open, and angrily scolded, "You little brat, you look handsome and decent, but when you open your mouth, you just keep spouting sour words like they're free. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Her chest heaved violently, and she was obviously still angry.

Then, she took another step forward and warned fiercely, "You remember this, this won't happen again. If you dare say such disgusting things again, don't blame me for being ruthless. I will beat you to a pulp!"

After saying that, she didn't forget to glare at Wang Wen, her eyes seemed to say, if you do it again, I will never let you off easily.

After venting her anger, Cui Wanying put her hands behind her back and turned away with a brisk yet somewhat arrogant step.

But she had not walked far, halfway through, when she seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around abruptly, and humphed softly at Wang Wen who was still lying on the ground, her face full of smugness.

Wang Wen lay on the ground, grimacing in pain, with beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.

But strangely, he had a faint smile on his face, and in that smile there was a hint of doting, as well as some emotions that others could not understand, as if he was actually overjoyed by Cui Wanying's kick.

These days, Li Chengqian and his entourage have been living in this quiet and peaceful Kaiyuan Village.

Every morning, he would see villagers carrying farm tools and humming songs as they walked towards the fields.

In the evening, you can see them returning home with full loads, their faces filled with the joy of harvest.

Looking at the busy and satisfied figures of the villagers while harvesting crops, Li Chengqian couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

He seemed to have gradually integrated into this simple and real life, and the scenes of power struggles and intrigues in the court seemed to become extremely distant.

He completely put aside the mountains of trivial matters in the court. At this moment, he just wanted to immerse himself in this tranquility.

Sometimes, Li Chengqian would lie on a bamboo chair in the yard, looking at the clear blue sky above his head, his thoughts drifting away.

He thought more than once how wonderful it would be if he could stay like this and spend the rest of his life in this paradise-like village until he died.

There is no open or secret struggle in the court, no flattery from the ministers, only this plain and yet extremely precious life.

Time passed quietly, and before we knew it, the end of autumn of the seventeenth year of Qianwu had arrived.

The chilly autumn wind blows through every corner of the village.

Li Chengqian received three letters, breaking this brief peace.

The first letter was sent by Qin Ruzhao.

In the letter, Qin Ruzhao reported his itinerary in detail and said that he had arrived in Beijing safely.

Between the lines, Li Chengqian saw Qin Ruzhao's busy figure.

Qin Ruzhao also mentioned that he would come and meet him as soon as he finished the work at hand.

After reading it, Li Chengqian nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

The second letter was from Li Ji, whose handwriting was slightly shaky, revealing his frail health.

In the letter, Li Ji said in a heavy tone that his health was deteriorating and he was afraid that he would not have much time left.

Even so, he was still concerned about the court.

At the end of his life, he was still thinking about recommending a person to His Majesty - Wu Tianyan, the young man who had made his mark in the anti-bandit campaign.

After reading it, Li Chengqian felt full of emotion and bitterness.

Li Ji devoted his entire life to the court. Even in this situation, he was still thinking about the future of the court. It is truly admirable.

The third letter was written by his son Li Jingyou.

Li Jingyou wrote a sincere letter, saying that he was interested in Li Jingzong's daughter, Li Mingmei, and hoped that his father would come forward to grant them a marriage. Li Chengqian held the letter and his brows gradually furrowed.

Li Chengqian knew Li Jingxuan very well.

Li Jingxuan was upright, incorruptible, and a man of unyielding integrity. In Li Chengqian's mind, such a person was the most suitable person to serve as the Minister of Personnel.

However, Li Chengqian knew very little about Li Jingxuan's daughter Li Mingmei.

Li Chengqian read Li Jingyou's letter over and over again, and his mind was as clear as a mirror.

The son's words in the letter were vague and evasive, and his main purpose was probably to gain more power by marrying Li Jingxuan's daughter.

Li Chengqian really didn't understand why his son was still so obsessed with power, even though he had spent countless efforts to raise him and had done everything he could.

Li Chengqian knew very well that his son was still too young and found it difficult to handle many things properly.

The power in the hands of Mr. Qi and Lin Dafu is so complex and complicated that it would be difficult for anyone else to handle it as easily as they do.

In Li Chengqian's view, if his son and Li Jingxuan's daughter were truly in love, and the husband had feelings for the wife, he, as a father, would naturally not interfere, let alone care about power, and would definitely agree to the marriage with joy.

After all, it is so rare to meet someone you truly love in this world.

But now it seems that Li Jingyou has obviously hit a wall with Li Jingzong, so he wants to use the authority of his father to force Li Jingzong to agree to this marriage.

Thinking of this, Li Chengqian couldn't help but sigh heavily and slowly folded the letter again.

"Xianhuai, please send this letter back to the palace."

Li Chengqian spoke with a slightly tired voice to Zhang Xianhuai who was waiting quietly on the side.

His eyes were full of helplessness.

Zhang Xianhuai bowed respectfully, took the letter with both hands, and carefully put it in his arms. Then he straightened up and nodded in response: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

After saying this, he turned and left with steady steps, leaving Li Chengqian sitting alone in the room, lost in deep thought.

The house was silent, with only the autumn wind outside the window still blowing.