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

The glazed palace lanterns hanging high on the ceiling emitted a soft yet cold light, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day, yet with a hint of chill.

Qin Ruzhao stood there with an upright posture, listening quietly to every word Li Jingyou said, with his lips tightly pursed, like a silent statue.

"Your Majesty, General Su did not mean to do this. Please show some mercy."

Li Jingyou nodded slightly upon hearing this, a faint smile appearing on his face. The smile did not reach his eyes, and with a somewhat elusive meaning, he said softly: "General Qin, I know. I will not do anything to General Su. Please rest assured, General Qin."

His tone was calm, but beneath these seemingly gentle words, there was a hint of the alienation of a superior.

Qin Ruzhao nodded gently at this, then turned around and slowly returned to his seat. His hand slowly touched the jade belt bestowed by Li Chengqian, his fingertips caressing the smooth jade.

After a moment, he put the jade belt back on his waist.

Then he picked up the robe embroidered with names.

Those names were carefully embroidered stitch by stitch.

He slowly put on his robe and gently slid his fingers over each name. Behind those names were living lives, brothers who shared life and death with him on the battlefield.

In an instant, a warm current surged into my heart, and the heart that was originally filled with loneliness was dispelled by these strands of warmth.

The owners of the names on the robes were now surrounding him and standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

However, when he thought of Lai Mei and the children at home, his eyes dimmed instantly.

I'm sorry to my sister and the kids.

For a moment, everyone's eyes in the hall were focused on Qin Ruzhao.

Qin Ruzhao, this legendary figure who was born with supernatural powers since childhood, fought on the battlefield throughout his life and experienced many brutal battles.

Whether he was facing a massive enemy force or competing with others privately, he had never been defeated thanks to his extraordinary strength.

On the battlefield, he charged forward with a spear in hand, as if he were in an empty space, and the enemy was terrified by the sight of him.

On weekdays, when competing with others, he is always at ease and wins easily. His reputation as the "Godly General" has long spread far and wide.

But now, when his hands tightly grasped the cold and hard ears of the tripod, an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

His mind was screaming wildly, telling him that the weight of the tripod was enough to crush his body and end his life.

But he had no choice but to face the challenge.

But he had to lift this tripod.

He lifted the tripod not to please Li Jingyou's wishes, nor for the so-called glory of the Tang Dynasty.

Qin Ruzhao has been a proud man all his life. No one in the world can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do.

But Li Chengqian treated him with great kindness, and this kindness had long become an unshakable belief in his heart.

Now, Li Jingyou asked him to lift the tripod, how could he refuse?

From the moment Li Ke stepped into his mansion, Qin Ruzhao had a premonition.

I am afraid that my life will end in this Chang'an city.

He knew in his heart that in Li Jingyou's eyes, he had long become a thorn in his side, like a thorn stuck in his throat that would not go away until it was removed.

But he also knew that if he left at this point, Li Chengqian would probably fall into an irretrievable situation.

He was well aware of the late emperor's declining health. Even though the late emperor was frail and his mind was occasionally unclear, as long as he was still alive, the Tang Dynasty had a backbone. The Tang Dynasty would still be the one that commanded respect and power.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. He hugged the cauldron tightly with both hands, his teeth clenched and his cheeks bulged. The veins on his hands bulged like small, serpentine snakes dancing under his skin. He used all his strength and pulled it up with one breath.

As the tripod lifted slightly off the ground, Qin Ruzhao's face flushed red, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, sliding down his resolute cheeks and wetting the ground beneath his feet.

Everyone widened their eyes in shock, staring at Qin Ruzhao with disbelief in their eyes.

They had all heard that this mighty general was extremely powerful and unbeatable on the battlefield, but when such a heavy tripod was actually shaken by human power, the shock they felt before their eyes was beyond their imagination.

Everyone knows that in the past, there were King Wu of Qin who lifted the tripod, and Xiang Yu who lifted the tripod. Those were all feats that went down in history. But today, someone in their Tang Dynasty actually challenged this almost impossible task, and this person was standing in front of them at this moment, challenging the limits of strength with his flesh and blood.

Qin Ruzhao's face became redder and redder, so red that it seemed as if blood could drip out, with a breathtaking beauty.

Tiny drops of blood kept bursting out from the capillaries on his face, dotted all over his face, like a strange and shocking painting.

His waist was bent like a fully drawn bow, but he still gritted his teeth and slowly raised the tripod in his hand above his head.

Then, he used up his last bit of strength and slowly straightened his back. At that moment, he stood tall and upright, emitting an awe-inspiring aura.

His body was covered with a thin layer of blood mist due to the unbearable weight of the Dragon-patterned Red Cauldron, emitting a terrifying aura.

Everyone stared at Qin Ruzhao in amazement, their mouths wide open, even Li Jingyou was no exception.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and the expression on his face gradually changed from initial surprise to fear.

He had never imagined that Qin Ruzhao could actually lift the tripod. Looking at the blood mist on Qin Ruzhao's body, for some reason, Li Jingyou felt a chill from the depths of his heart. His back was already drenched in cold sweat. He felt fear from the bottom of his heart, an unspeakable fear.

He realized that he might have done something wrong, but it was too late. The mistake had already been made, like spilled water, which could not be taken back.

For a moment, the palace was silent, as if time had stopped.

Everyone was immersed in this shocking scene and dared not breathe.

No one could speak, and the whole world seemed to be filled with only Qin Ruzhao's heavy breathing.

Zhang Xuanwei watched as the aura on the Dragon-Patterned Red Cauldron suddenly dissipated the moment Qin Ruzhao raised it. He couldn't help but mutter at the scene before him, "General Qin is truly a god!"

Qin Ruzhao slowly put the tripod in his hand back to the ground. Every movement seemed extremely difficult. He did not speak and his whole body was extremely stiff.

He slowly turned his head and glanced at Rutherford with a cold look.

Rutherford felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Qin Ruzhao's face was covered with a layer of blood mist. In the dim light, he looked like a resurrected ghost, which made people shudder.