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

Luoyang, late autumn.

The cold air carried dust through the streets and alleys, and the withered yellow leaves swirled and fell on the bluestone slabs.

The palace wall in the distance winds in the twilight, like a sleeping dragon, quietly telling the story of its past glory.

In this silent atmosphere, a mysterious underground Han Palace is quietly hidden deep in the city. The heavy stone door is tightly closed, isolating it from the outside noise and guarding the unknown secrets.

Inside the underground Han Palace, candlelight flickered, and the dim light cast mottled shadows on the stone walls, as if they were marks left by time.

On the surrounding walls, the ancient murals have been eroded by time. Although the colors have faded, people can still feel the majestic momentum of the past.

In the picture, thousands of troops are galloping and flags are fluttering, as if they can roar out from the mural at any time, recreating the wars of the past.

Li Ke, with a head full of white hair, stood in the center of the Han Palace. His tall and straight figure could not hide the vicissitudes of life.

His white hair shone silver in the candlelight, and each strand seemed to carry endless stories.

The wrinkles on his face were crisscrossed like ravines, recording the wind, frost, rain and snow he had experienced over the years.

Those deep eyes, once full of sharpness, now contained a bit of fatigue and worry. They were staring at Wang Can in front of him, revealing a hint of expectation and uneasiness.

"Your Majesty, do you want to send all these back?"

Li Ke's voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Wang Can bowed respectfully, his posture as straight as a pine tree and his eyes firm and solemn.

He nodded, his voice steady and powerful: "Marshal, His Majesty said that all this information should be sealed by the Shadow Guards."

“Until it is circulated in later generations.”

"Among them, all the historical annotations from the Zhenguan period to the present time have been sealed in the underground palace."

Li Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to see through these words and see through the deep meaning behind them.

He pondered for a moment, his mind racing over the intentions of His Majesty's decision.

These materials carry the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Tang Dynasty over the years, and every word may be related to the fate of the country.

Are they sealed and preserved for future generations to protect some secret, or is it to leave guidance for the future?

"How is your Majesty's health? Is it really that bad?"

Li Ke's voice, with a hint of concern and worry, broke the brief silence.

Hearing Li Ke's words, Wang Can's expression became even more solemn. He nodded again and said in a heavy tone, "General, it is true that His Majesty is critically ill. I'm afraid he won't live long."

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Li Ke's heart hard.

His body shook slightly and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes.

The younger brother who once followed him closely, the monarch with great ambitions who vowed to create a prosperous era, is now about to reach the end of his life.

Li Ke took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and said slowly: "I understand. You go down first and release all the hidden pieces."

"Yes, Marshal."

Wang Can bowed again, turned and left. His footsteps echoed in the empty underground palace and gradually disappeared into the depths of darkness.

After Wang Can left, Li Ke stood there alone for a long time without moving.

His eyes fell on the ancient and majestic Han emperor's chair, as if he saw the figure of the former Han emperor sitting on it, directing the country and making strategies.

After a long time, he slowly walked to the seat, sat down gently, feeling the remaining warmth on the seat, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Ke finally reached out slowly and carefully opened the secret compartment on the left side of the seat.

The moment the secret compartment was opened, a faint stale smell wafted over.

What was contained inside was not any confidential information, nor any priceless treasures, but red bags.

The red bags are brightly colored and stand out in the dim candlelight.

Li Ke picked up the red bags one by one and looked at them carefully with trembling hands.

Although the fabric of the red bag is a bit worn, you can still see the exquisiteness with which it was sewn.

He gently opened a red bag and poured out a copper coin from the Zhenguan period. The writing on the coin was clearly visible, as if it still carried the residual warmth from when it was minted.

Next to the copper coin was a yellowed piece of paper that read: "Happy New Year, brother."

Just a few words made Li Ke's eyes moist in an instant.

This simple blessing carries his elder brother's love and concern for him.

He picked up another red bag, which contained gold and silver from the late Qianwu period, flickering faintly in the candlelight.

The handwriting on the note was still familiar: "Brother, it's a new year again. Work hard so far away from home."

Li Ke's fingers gently stroked the note, as if he could feel the concern of his elder brother when he wrote these words.

As each red bag was opened, warm messages came into view.

"Brother, this year everyone is together for the New Year, but you're not here. I've prepared a big red envelope for you, bigger than anyone else's."

"The bag was sewn by your sister-in-law herself. I'm in Chang'an, waiting for the day you come back."

Between the lines, there is a strong sense of family affection and longing, which makes Li Ke seem to see the lively reunion scene at home in Chang'an, but he himself cannot reunite with his family due to his duties.

"Happy New Year, brother. My health is getting worse day by day. I'm afraid I won't live long. Zhinu is a steady and calm person. I'll leave the world to him. Don't worry."

Seeing these words, Li Ke could no longer hold back his tears, which slid down his cheeks.

The elder brother who was once as strong as a tiger is now suffering from illness and is in critical condition.

What he was most worried about was the Tang Dynasty and its people.

"If after my death, Zhinu makes Wu Meiniang the empress, then the prophecy of the heroine Wu will come true."

"If by then Zhinu's son has grown up and has the potential to be a wise ruler, you can contact Mr. Qi and Lin Dafu. They hold all the military commands of the Tang Dynasty."

"You can raise an army and eliminate the demon queen."

"If the Crown Prince is young or doesn't have the potential to be a wise ruler, then let nature take its course. If Wu Meiniang does a good job, then follow her. If she brings disaster to the country and the people, then get rid of her."

"This is an important matter that Big Brother entrusted to you."

"Also, Happy New Year. I hope Big Brother can wish you a Happy New Year again next year."

Li Ke held the note tightly, feeling mixed emotions.

Not only did the eldest brother entrust him with the important affairs of the country after his death, but he also remembered to send him New Year's greetings at the last moment of his life.

This brotherhood and this responsibility to the country made him feel extremely heavy.

No matter what the future holds, he will do his utmost to protect the Tang Dynasty and fulfill his elder brother's instructions.

The candlelight gradually dimmed, and the underground Han Palace fell into a deeper silence.

"My brother Li Ke, the Han Dynasty fell, leaving us its bones."

"One day, our Tang Dynasty will also fall. I hope that the Tang Dynasty can leave behind its spirit, vitality, and confidence for future generations."

"Don't read it."