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

Everyone was silent, their eyes shifting between Li Jingyou on the dragon throne and Li Chengqian below the steps. Fear was like an invisible mist, permeating every inch of the air.

It was obvious that Li Chengqian had lost his throne and power, but the ministers' inner trembling became more and more intense. They kept asking themselves in their hearts, what were they afraid of?

Are they afraid that the past in which they were suppressed by his iron fist will happen again, or are they afraid that his return will bring about unknown storms?

"Jinyiwei, where are Jinyiwei?"

Li Jingyou stood up abruptly, clenching the armrests of the dragon throne with both hands, his knuckles turning white, and shouted angrily. This shout, filled with the majesty of an emperor, echoed in the empty hall, but it also revealed a hint of panic that was difficult to conceal.

"Wang Can, take this man down from Taiji Hall. I'm going to start handling state affairs!"

He pointed at Li Chengqian.

Wang Can's body stiffened, but he didn't move at all.

He was wearing a commander's python robe and an embroidered spring sword on his waist. His eyes were fixed on Li Chengqian, with expectation in his eyes.

Li Jingyou also knew it when he saw this scene.

Wang Can has been his father's confidant from beginning to end. How could he obey his orders at this critical moment of power struggle?

But how could Li Jingyou show weakness so easily? He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and curled his lips into a sneer.

The Jinyiwei has never been his card.

"Somebody come!"

In an instant, Jiang Liuer led a team of imperial guards to rush in.

In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the Tai Chi Hall.

"His Majesty!"

Jiang Liuer clasped his hands together and saluted loudly. His voice was so loud that it stood out in this tense and solemn atmosphere.

"Bring these traitors and this demon who impersonated the late emperor down to me and await your punishment!"

Li Jingyou slammed the armrest of the dragon throne, stood up, and with a cold murderous look in his eyes, he glanced at Li Chengqian and the ministers behind him.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Jiang Liu'er received the order and stood up, pointing at Li Chengqian and others, shouting loudly for the imperial guards to take action.

Li Chengqian stood quietly from beginning to end, his expression as calm as water, his eyes showing the indifference of someone who saw through everything.

"Are you going to kill your own father again, You'er?"

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, echoing in the hall.

When Li Jingyou heard this, his steps towards the throne suddenly stopped, and his body trembled imperceptibly.

But he quickly steadied himself.

"My father is dead."

He gritted his teeth and spoke each word clearly without a trace of warmth.

After saying this, he waved his hand, signaling the imperial guards to take action.

Li Chengqian closed his eyes and sighed deeply. This sigh fell heavily on everyone's heart.

"Where is the Jin Yiwei?"

He asked softly, and although his voice was soft, it seemed to have an invisible power that could penetrate the tense atmosphere.

"Your Majesty! Here!"

Wang Can immediately responded with a bow, his voice firm and powerful. As soon as he finished speaking, teams of Jinyiwei came in one after another.

They were agile and well-trained, and in a blink of an eye they had Li Chengqian tightly protected.

Wang Can had previously received a secret letter from Li Ke, informing him that His Majesty had returned.

At this time, the court was filled with Jinyiwei who were loyal to Li Chengqian.

After all, although the Jinyiwei is a sharp sword in the hands of the emperor, the person who created this sharp sword is right in front of them. How could they betray easily?

Li Chengqian looked at the fully armed imperial guards and a faint smile appeared on his face.

He patted Wang Can's shoulder gently, signaling him to step back and he could handle it.

Wang Can looked at Li Chengqian, his eyes full of worry.

"Your Majesty, danger!"

He urged anxiously.

Li Chengqian shook his head and looked gently at the surrounding imperial guards. "They are all soldiers of the Great Tang. How could there be any danger?"

His voice was calm and powerful, like a spring breeze that could blow away all fear.

He slowly walked towards the imperial guards, without saying a word, just staring at them quietly. This silent gaze seemed to have a tremendous force, causing the soldiers' hearts to surge.

Li Jingyou sat on the dragon throne, looking at the stalemate, his heart burning with anger.

"You still won't take action?"

When Jiang Liuer heard Li Jingyou's words, he immediately shouted to the imperial guards, "Everyone, move! What are you standing there for? Take down these rebels!"

His voice was almost a roar, veins bulged on his forehead, and fine beads of sweat kept rolling down. In this tense and depressing atmosphere, he seemed extremely anxious.

At this moment, in the Tai Chi Hall, the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers were flashing, and the situation was already tense.

Xu Jingzong and others were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly retreated to the side like frightened quails.

Their bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were filled with fear, fearing that the flames of this fight would affect them.

They knew in their hearts that if Li Chengqian did not die today, they would probably be the next to die.

Their fate is now hanging by a thread, in jeopardy.

What no one expected was that in the face of Jiang Liuer's urging, none of the imperial guards dared to take a step forward.

Their faces were full of hesitation and struggle. Although they held the spears tightly in their hands, their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and they could not move.

"Come on! Why aren't you guys coming up yet?"

Jiang Liu'er was so anxious that his face turned red, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He could never have imagined that the imperial guards who usually obeyed orders would one day disobey them.

To him, this was like a nightmare, making him feel extremely shocked and desperate.

Even more shocking things happened one after another. The next moment, a soldier of the Imperial Guard slowly turned around and faced Li Chengqian with his back.

His movements were slow but firm, and then, as if cast by magic, all the imperial guards turned around and, together with the Jinyiwei, used the spears in their hands to strictly guard Li Chengqian behind them.

The Imperial Guards have rebelled!

Li Jingyou sat on the dragon throne, looking at the imperial guards who were supposed to be loyal to him but now had their guns pointed at him. He suddenly raised his head and laughed.

"The human heart is a truly terrifying thing."

He murmured in a low voice, his voice full of endless bitterness. Although he had anticipated this scene, when it actually happened, he was still filled with resentment and frustration.

The situation that follows is likely to get completely out of control and become increasingly difficult to handle.

At this moment, a dull and heavy sound of horse hooves was heard outside the Taiji Hall.

The sound was like the roar of a war drum, striking everyone's heart again and again.

Everyone involuntarily looked outside the hall, and saw a large mass of black-armored soldiers marching in uniform steps, slowly pouring towards the Taiji Hall like a torrent of steel.

Their heavy armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the spears in their hands were like a forest, looking fierce and fierce, like an unstoppable force.

The moment he saw the Black Armor Army, Wang Can's heart sank.

Heavy armor!

Even with the power of a musket, you can't gain any advantage!

Although the imperial guards had armor, it was light armor.

No one could have imagined that Li Jingyou had such great courage.

The entire Black Armor Army was hidden inside the palace!