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

In the early spring of the eighteenth year of Qianwu, the capital was still wrapped in the chill of spring. The sunlight could not dispel the chill that permeated the streets.

Zhang Xianhuai, at this moment, was carrying a letter from Xianyang, and was walking hurriedly with a serious expression as he shuttled through the numerous palaces of the imperial palace.

He held the letter tightly against his chest, causing his back to bend slightly.

At that time, the palace was quiet and peaceful.

Li Chengqian was taking a nap in Ganlu Palace. The sunlight came through the window, casting a mottled light and shadow in front of the couch.

A burst of hurried footsteps suddenly broke the silence.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Zhang Xianhuai rushed into the bedroom.

Li Chengqian suddenly woke up from his sleep, his brows tightly furrowed with sleepy eyes because of the sudden intrusion.

But when he caught a glimpse of the letter in Zhang Xianhuai's hand, an ominous premonition suddenly came to his mind, and his tiredness disappeared without a trace.

After he finished reading the letter, no one knew what happened. But that day, the emperor did not even have time to tidy up his clothes and put on his shoes in a hurry as he ran towards the train station outside the palace. His hurried back showed his inner anxiety.

Tiance Mansion, a sanatorium in Xianyang, is a courtyard that is usually surrounded by green trees and is quiet and peaceful. However, it is now shrouded in a heavy and depressing haze.

Li Chengqian almost jogged all the way to the Tiance Mansion. His forehead was covered with sweat, his chest was heaving violently, and his breathing was rapid.

When he reached the door, he pushed it open without hesitation, and the door creaked open with a heavy sound.

"What's wrong, what happened?"

Li Chengqian's voice became rough and trembling with anxiety.

The moment the door opened, what caught his eye was Li Jiming slumped in a chair.

Li Jiming's eyes were red and swollen, her clothes were already soaked with tears, and she looked extremely desperate.

When she saw Li Chengqian come in, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in her dull eyes.

"Brother, you are finally here. Sizi, Sizi, she is dying!"

Li Jiming sobbed as she uttered these words with difficulty. Each word seemed to be squeezed out from her broken heart, filled with sorrow.

Hearing these words, Li Chengqian felt a buzzing in his head, as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and his whole body was shaking.

"How is this possible? Wasn't Sizi still fine during the Chinese New Year? Jumping around and full of life, how could he suddenly become unwell?"

He muttered to himself, his voice full of disbelief, and his steps stumbled involuntarily, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Bugui, Hu Bugui, come quickly, go see my sister, and cure her no matter what! You must cure her at all costs!"

Li Chengqian seemed to have grasped the last straw and placed all his hopes on Hu Bugui. His eyes were full of urgency, almost begging.

The emperor never asks for help from others, but even Li Chengqian has forgotten how many times he has asked for help from others.

Hu Bugui, at this moment, faced with His Majesty's earnest request, couldn't help but look stern and his face became extremely solemn.

He bowed solemnly and said in a deep voice, "Yes, Your Majesty!" Then, turning to Li Jiming, he said, "Princess Xincheng, please lead the way."

Several people walked towards Li Mingda's house together.

Along the way, Li Chengqian's footsteps were heavy and full of fear.

When we arrived at Li Mingda's house, a group of doctors from Xianyang Medical College had already gathered inside.

These doctors, who usually have their own expertise in medicine, now all looked troubled, with frowns on their faces, and were talking in low voices in the corner of the room, but their words revealed a deep sense of powerlessness.

Seeing Hu Bugui coming, the doctors came forward, bowed, and respectfully called out, "Senior Brother."

Hu Bugui nodded slightly, his eyes looking straight at Li Mingda lying on the sickbed, his expression instantly becoming more solemn.

Li Mingda was lying quietly on the bed at this moment, his face was very swollen. His previous appearance had disappeared, replaced by a lifeless paleness.

The eyes that were once as bright as black gemstones were now tightly closed, and the breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Hu Bugui slowly walked to the bedside and carefully took Li Mingda's pulse.

His fingers rested lightly on Li Mingda's slender wrist. At first, his expression was solemn, but as time went on, his face became uglier and uglier. Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, and the hand holding Li Mingda's wrist began to tremble slightly.

The more he felt, the more frightened he became. Princess Jinyang's pulse was almost too weak to detect, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. It could be said that she was on the verge of death.

Li Chengqian stood aside, holding his breath, not daring to even breathe, for fear that even the slightest movement would disturb Hu Bugui's medical practice.

His eyes were fixed on Hu Bugui's every move, as if he could see Li Mingda's vitality from his face.

Hu Bugui suddenly stood up, his expression distraught. He bowed to Li Chengqian and said, "Your Majesty, my medical skills are limited. I'm afraid Princess Jinyang is..." He paused and uttered a few words with difficulty, "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to save her!"

When Li Chengqian heard Hu Bugui's words, he felt his eyes go dark, his legs went weak, and he lost his balance and sat down on the ground.

Seeing this, the people around him quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Take care, Your Majesty!"

The shouts of the crowd echoed in Li Chengqian's ears, but at this moment he only felt dizzy, and the whole world was spinning. For a moment, he could not hear what the people around him were saying. He could only see them above him, constantly opening their mouths, but the sound seemed to come from a distant place, vague and unreal.

Hu Bugui was quick-witted and immediately pressed Li Chengqian's acupoints, using his internal energy to soothe him.

After a while, Li Chengqian finally came back to his senses. He stared at Hu Bugui, his eyes red and his voice choked with sobs: "Bugui, what happened to my sister? What is the disease? Why did she suddenly become like this? Is it a stroke?"

Hu Bugui slowly shook his head, his expression gloomy. "Your Majesty, I have never seen such a serious disease in my many years of medical practice. It doesn't look like a stroke."

"Is there any other way? No matter what it is, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, you must try to make her wake up. I want to talk to her, I want to talk to her!"

Li Chengqian said almost pleadingly, holding Hu Bugui's sleeves tightly with both hands.

"Bugui, I know you have a way. Just give it a try. No matter what the result is, I won't blame you."

"I just want to see my sister one last time."

Li Chengqian's eyes were red and tears were welling up in them. His look was heartbreaking.

Seeing His Majesty like this, Hu Bugui felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Your Majesty, I know. I will definitely try my best!"

Even so, he knew in his heart that this hope was too slim. But seeing His Majesty's grief-stricken appearance, how could he not give it his all...