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

Yuelai Inn in the East City of Chang'an is a lively place that hides stories from all over the world.

That day, just after daybreak, the innkeeper Wang Fu got up early as usual, humming a tuneless little tune while wiping the counter.

His eyes would occasionally glance towards the stairs, waiting for the familiar boy to come down.

Li Jingyou has been staying in the inn these days.

Normally at this time, he would stumble down from upstairs, his face drenched in drunkenness, and shout at the top of his lungs, "Manager Wang, give me a jug of your strongest liquor!"

But today, the footsteps coming from the stairs were particularly steady.

Wang Fu looked up and his eyes widened instantly, and the rag in his hand stopped in mid-air.

Li Jingyou was wearing a snow-white robe made of high-quality fabric, which flowed gently like moonlight as he walked.

The jade sword at his waist has a translucent jade on the hilt and the scabbard is carved with delicate and intricate patterns. It is obvious that it is an extraordinary item.

Compared to the disheveled and drunken boy of the past, he is completely different.

"Young master, you're not drinking today? Are you planning to go out and find a proper job?"

Wang Fu's face was full of curiosity, and he joked with a smile.

Li Jingyou raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, and there was something unfathomable hidden in that smile.

"Indeed, it's time to find a job."

As he spoke, he casually took out a silver note from his pocket and gently placed it on the counter, "Manager Wang, this is the money I owe you for the wine."

Wang Fu's eyes fell on the banknote, and his whole body froze instantly as if he was cast under a spell.

That’s a silver note worth one thousand taels!

For him, this was almost all the wealth he had accumulated from years of hard work in running the inn.

But this young man in front of him, who looked ordinary and even a little down and out, actually took out such a large sum of money casually.

Wang Fu picked up the banknote with trembling hands, his mind going blank.

When he came to his senses, his first thought was to return the banknote. It was too much money and he really didn't deserve it.

He walked around the counter and hurried towards the door.

But as soon as he reached the door, he was stunned by the scene before him.

On the street outside the inn, a large number of soldiers and horses were densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The soldiers were dressed in armor that gleamed coldly in the morning light, with spears in their hands, and a murderous aura filled the air.

Li Jingyou swiftly climbed onto the horse and sat firmly on the saddle. He turned to look at Wang Fu, who was stunned at the door, and said loudly, "Manager Wang, I said this is money for your wine, so there's no need to refuse."

After saying that, he pulled the reins hard and shouted, "Go!"

The horse neighed and galloped away like an arrow. Behind it, the soldiers followed closely in an orderly manner and marched towards the palace in a mighty force.

Li Jingyou invested countless efforts and financial resources in the establishment of his six guards in the Eastern Palace.

The six guards of the Eastern Palace have a total of 20,000 people, 8,000 of whom are stationed in Chang'an City and scattered in various key strongholds. They closely monitor every move in the city and can respond quickly to any slight disturbance.

Twelve thousand men were stationed outside the city of Chang'an, forming an indestructible line of defense that could not only resist foreign enemies but also quickly enter the city to provide support at critical moments.

Moreover, the six guards of the Eastern Palace are treated extremely well, with generous military pay and excellent equipment. They are all elite soldiers who have been screened and strictly trained.

Li Jingyou, Xu Yuan and Jiang Liuer have a very secret way of communicating with each other.

They communicated with each other through special secret letters, and all kinds of important intelligence were quietly passed between them.

These days, Li Jingyou has been waiting, waiting for the best opportunity.

Now, news came from the palace that the emperor was seriously ill and in critical condition and could die at any time.

Li Jingyou realized that the long-awaited opportunity had finally arrived.

The fire of ambition in his heart burned fiercely. He was no longer willing to endure or wait. He wanted to lead his troops into the palace, ascend the supreme throne, and end these years of frustration.

Outside Chang'an City, the Black Armor Army and the Sixteen Guards of the Southern Yamen, the garrison of Chang'an City, were confronting each other.

The Black Armor Army was majestic, their heavy black armor gleaming coldly in the sun, and their tall and strong war horses neighed from time to time.

The Sixteen Guards of the Southern Court were not to be outdone. They were on high alert, holding their weapons tightly and staring at the opposite side with determined eyes.

They had not received any orders from their superiors, and would never let them pass easily even if they were facing the powerful Black Armor Army. Protecting the safety of Chang'an City was their mission.

Zhai Huo was the leader of the Xuanjia Army. At this moment, he was riding on a tall horse, looking at the closed gate of Chang'an, with a lot of emotions in his heart.

His father, Zhai Changsun, was a legendary figure who fought alongside Qin Qiong and had made great military achievements.

Now, I am in the same critical position and shouldering an important mission.

The standoff didn't last long before a decree from the Crown Prince arrived. A messenger, riding a fast horse, galloped along, shouting, "By order of His Royal Highness, open the city gates!"

"By order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, open the city gates!"

The order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?

When the soldiers of the Sixteen Guards of the Southern Court heard the order, they began to waver for a moment.

Li Jingyou is Li Chengqian's only son. No matter what the situation in the palace is or whether the emperor has passed away, the throne is destined to be his in terms of succession order.

"Open the gate! Open the gate!"

Finally, someone took the lead and shouted.

"Let the Black Armor Army enter the city!"

Amidst the shouts, the heavy city gate slowly opened with a dull sound.

The fully armed Black Armor Army marched into the city in neat and powerful steps. The Tang people on both sides of the street were terrified and hid back in their homes, cautiously looking at the scene outside through the cracks in the doors. They were full of confusion and anxiety. They didn't understand why so many troops had to pour into Chang'an every time the throne changed. They were worried that this would bring war and disaster to Chang'an.

Li Jingyou rode a tall horse and led the army to the gate of Xuanwu Gate in a majestic manner, standing opposite the Jinyiwei.

He rode on his horse, his posture upright, without saying a word, looking down at the Jinyiwei commander Zhang Xianhuai below, with majesty in his eyes.

"Commander Zhang, how are you?"

Li Jingyou was the first to break the silence, his voice steady and powerful, echoing in the empty Xuanwumen Square.

Zhang Xianhuai's face was solemn. He bowed to Li Jingyou and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Your Highness, I wonder why you have brought so many troops into the palace today. Are you trying to force the emperor to abdicate?"

There was a hint of questioning in his words, and at the same time he secretly winked at his Jinyiwei, indicating that they should prepare for battle. The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Whether I bring troops or not is my business, but Commander Zhang hastily sealed off the palace. What is his intention?"

"I'm not worried about my father's safety, Commander Zhang, do you dare to stop me? I'm the crown prince."

"Even if my father passes away, it is still the son who inherits the throne. Commander Zhang, why are you stopping me?"