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

In the spring in Chang'an, willow catkins fly like snow, covering the entire city in a hazy veil.

Zhuque Street is bustling with traffic. Camel caravans carrying silk and spices are moving alongside horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods. The shouts of merchants, the clatter of horses' hooves and the laughter and play of children are intertwined to create a unique symphony of prosperity.

This capital city, carrying the glory of the Tang Dynasty, is welcoming visitors from all directions with its unparalleled grandeur. Even the Arab Caliph Muawiyah I, who was a prisoner, could not help but be shocked.

Queen Wang gently stroked the exquisite embroidery on the hem of her clothes, her thoughts drifting away.

She was born into the main branch of the Wang family in Taiyuan and grew up in the family's glory and rules. Family background brings not only respect but also responsibility.

As one of the Five Surnames and Seven Aristocrats, the Wang family of Taiyuan has gone through many dynasties and has a deep foundation. The children of the family have always occupied important positions in the court.

She used to think that she could live a peaceful life with the help of her family, but things in the world are unpredictable.

If it weren't for the marriage between Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun, she might have become a victim in the undercurrent against the noble families during the Qianwu period.

Even so, whenever she thought of the aristocratic families that were suppressed during the Qianwu period, she still felt a lingering fear.

Inside the Hanyuan Hall of the Daming Palace, Li Zhi was holding a scroll of memorials with a deep look in his eyes.

His desk was filled with documents sent from various places, and between the lines were scenes of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

Although the Five Surnames and Seven Families have undergone changes, their foundation remains.

The emergence of Wang Bo was like a shining new star, proving once again that these aristocratic families were full of talented people.

Li Zhi couldn't help but sigh: the fact that these aristocratic families had endured for centuries and influenced government was no accident. Their emphasis on education, the knowledge and family traditions passed down from generation to generation, had nurtured countless talented individuals.

Even if it declines at certain times, it can always rise again with its deep roots. Wang Bo is the best example.

The fourth year of Yonghui was a very significant year for both the Arab Empire and the Tang Dynasty.

Muawiyah I was once a powerful figure. He led the Arab army to fight everywhere and established a vast empire. Its territory spanned Asia, Africa and Europe, and it was famous in the Middle East.

But now, this once-mighty Caliph had become a prisoner of the Tang Dynasty. As he was escorted to Chang'an, he was filled with resentment and anger, yet also with curiosity about this legendary Eastern power.

During the thousands of miles of journey from the border to Chang'an, Muawiyah I's state of mind underwent a huge change.

As the journey progressed, the scene before him completely overturned his cognition.

In the past, he had only heard about the wonders of the Tang Dynasty from merchants, but those descriptions seemed to him to be exaggerations.

Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he realized how shallow he had been.

The flat and wide concrete road winds across the vast land without any potholes.

The road is lined with green trees on both sides, and there are post stations at regular intervals for pedestrians to rest.

The pedestrians on the street are well-dressed, with happy smiles on their faces, and the scene is one of peace and prosperity.

The streets are neat and orderly, with shops lined up one after another and a wide variety of goods.

What shocked him most were the steam-belching factories, with white smoke billowing from huge chimneys and the incessant roar of machinery. He saw workers in uniform, walking in and out with high spirits, while boxes of exquisite porcelain and silk were transported out of the factories and loaded onto horse-drawn carriages for shipment to various locations.

When the "giant monster" with white smoke and huge roar appeared before his eyes, Muawiyah I was completely stunned.

He had never seen anything so magical and didn't know how to describe it.

Under the slightly contemptuous gaze of the escort, he learned that this thing was a train.

The force of the train when it started made the earth tremble, and the speed it was running at left him dumbfounded.

Sitting on the train, watching the scenery passing by quickly outside the window, he felt an indescribable shock in his heart.

All of this was far beyond his imagination. He even began to doubt whether he and the Tang Dynasty were really living in the same era?

The train arrived at Chang'an Railway Station.

When Muawiyah I got off the train, the city of Chang'an in front of him looked like a huge dream city.

The city walls towered into the sky, the towers were majestic, the gates bustled with people. On the streets, all sorts of novel things constantly struck his vision: jugglers on the street, storytellers in teahouses, vendors selling exquisite handicrafts, every place was full of vitality.

Muawiyah I felt a strong sense of inferiority in his heart. He once thought that his empire was strong enough, but now standing on the land of the Tang Dynasty, he felt like an uncivilized savage.

The Jinyiwei followed the order and took Muawiyah I to Zhaoyu.

As the caliph of the Arab Empire, his treatment was naturally different from that of ordinary prisoners.

Deep in Zhaoyu Prison, a specially set up cell has already been prepared. It was originally prepared for those convicted provincial governors. It is spacious and bright, with complete facilities.

Daily meals are carefully prepared according to the specifications of the six ministers of the imperial court, and all kinds of delicacies are available.

But Muawiyah I was not interested at all.

He didn't speak Chinese, and in this unfamiliar environment, there was no one he could communicate with. He could only wander alone in the cell every day, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and his life was like a walking corpse.

As the days passed, Muawiyah I gradually lost the concept of time in loneliness and confusion.

Until one day, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps and low conversations outside the prison.

The prison door slowly opened, and a man walked in surrounded by a crowd of people.

He stood tall and straight, his eyes revealing wisdom.

Muawiyah I was shocked. He realized that the person in front of him was extraordinary. This feeling became even stronger when he saw the Jinyiwei retreat one after another at his signal, leaving only the two of them.

"Hello, Caliph of the Arab Empire."

The man smiled and spoke in fluent Arabic.

This greatly surprised Muawiyah I. He stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief.

In his opinion, people of high positions and power in the Tang Dynasty have always disdained to learn foreign languages, and such matters are usually done by translators.

But the person in front of me not only speaks Arabic, but also has pure pronunciation and natural intonation.

"This should be the first time we meet, right?"

The man continued, his eyes gentle yet seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

Muawiyah I calmed down and asked, "Who are you?"

The man nodded slightly, his eyes full of confidence: "I am the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Zhi."