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

The autumn wind was bleak, like an ancient and sad elegy echoing over the sky of Chang'an City.

The withered yellow leaves swirled in the wind, like helpless butterflies, drifting down the streets and alleys of the ancient city of Chang'an.

Each fallen leaf is like a trace of time peeling off, telling the vicissitudes and stories of this city.

Li Chengqian was wearing a plain robe, which swayed gently in the wind, as if echoing his heavy mood.

He was wearing a conical hat, and his face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only his tightly pursed lips and firm chin.

He walked silently towards Lu Jingsuo's grave. Every step was extremely difficult, and every step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight. His heart was filled with complicated emotions like a tangled mess.

The face of Lu Jingsuo kept appearing in his mind. That young man who was once full of vigor and loyalty was now separated from him by the Yin and Yang.

Zhang Xianhuai followed closely behind Li Chengqian, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and pain.

His mood was equally complicated. Lu Jingsuo was his brother who had shared life and death with him. They had sweated together on the training ground and faced the enemy's swords together on the battlefield.

But now, he didn't understand why Lu Jingsuo did something that was so unfair to His Majesty and why he wanted to put His Majesty on the fire.

Zhang Xianhuai has both a brotherly friendship and disappointment towards Lu Jingsu due to a sense of betrayal. These conflicting emotions constantly intertwine and collide in his heart.

He also didn't understand why His Majesty suddenly wanted to visit Lu Jingsuo's tomb today. In his opinion, all of this was full of mystery.

When they arrived at the tomb, Li Chengqian was stunned for a moment. He stared at the scene in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Zhang Xianhuai.

Zhang Xianhuai avoided Li Chengqian's gaze with some fear. His heart beat faster involuntarily, as if he had done something wrong and was caught on the spot.

Originally, Li Chengqian thought that this place would be deserted. After all, Li Chengqian executed Lu Jingsuo for the serious crime of disobedience and expressly prohibited anyone from coming here to commemorate him.

However, the scene before him was beyond his expectations. There were quite a few chrysanthemums in front of the tomb.

Some of the chrysanthemums are still bright and juicy, and their golden petals shine with the luster of life in the sun, as if expressing the remembrance of the deceased.

Some have dried up, their petals are slightly curled, and their colors have become dull, but they still stand stubbornly, as if holding on to some belief.

They were neatly arranged, and each bouquet was filled with the affection of the sender, and was obviously placed with care.

A hint of surprise flashed across Li Chengqian's eyes, and then he was shrouded in deep sadness. The sadness spread from the bottom of his eyes like a tide, almost drowning him.

"Xianhuai, you've also given flowers to Jingshuo, right?"

Li Chengqian's voice broke the silence, low and hoarse, like an old bellows being pulled with difficulty, and every word seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Zhang Xianhuai nodded, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "Your Majesty, although Lu Jingsuo has committed a serious crime, he is our brother after all. Besides the brothers have come to see him."

He paused, as if recalling something.

"Many people in Chang'an heard about his story and came to give him flowers."

When he said this, his expression became somewhat complicated.

"But there are many complaints among them about Your Majesty, saying that Your Majesty should not have executed Lu Jingsuo, because he was a good official who stood up for the people." Zhang Xianhuai bit his lip.

"But I know that Lu Jingsuo disobeyed Your Majesty and deserved his punishment!"

His lip trembled slightly as he struggled internally between loyalty and emotion.

Li Chengqian slowly squatted down, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the heroic spirit in the tomb.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the fresh chrysanthemum petals, feeling the delicate touch, with mixed emotions in his heart.

"Jing Suo, look, even though I gave that order, there are still so many people who remember you and refuse to forget you."

There was endless sadness in his voice, as if he was confiding his guilt to his students.

"I know you're willing, but the teacher is still wrong. The teacher made this decision for the sake of the balance of the court and to temporarily stabilize those aristocratic families."

Tears glistened in Li Chengqian's eyes.

"Now that Li Ji has won the battle, Master can free up his hands to deal with those aristocratic families. They have been riding high on the heads of the people and abusing their power for too long."

His eyes became sharp, like burning flames.

"The promotion of the newspaper has not yet progressed, and the teachers who fill the vacancies of local officials have not come up with a good solution. But the teacher is not afraid. Even if the world is in chaos, the teacher will lead the troops to fight once and for all."

His words were full of determination and helplessness. The wind whistled past his ears, as if telling endless sorrow. The sound of the wind and his words intertwined to form a tragic and heroic melody.

Li Chengqian's eyes were red and tears welled up in them. He tried hard to suppress his inner grief, his voice choking a little, "Being an emperor is so helpless. Those aristocratic families are like trees with tangled roots. Their influence has penetrated every corner of the Tang Dynasty."

He clenched his fists.

"Teacher, if you don't do this, the Tang Dynasty will fall into civil strife. I can't bear to watch the people suffer from war again."

His body trembled slightly.

"Even if you volunteered, the teacher did put the overall situation first at the time, and I feel sorry for you as a student."

He bit his lip to suppress the grief in his heart.

"But I see you in my dreams every night. Your eyes, full of trust and loyalty, have now become a source of worry for me."

Li Chengqian stood up, his figure seemed somewhat lonely and desolate in the wind. He looked at the distant sky, his thoughts drifting away.

The current situation is precarious. The imperial court is engaged in external wars, the aftermath of the epidemic is still lingering at home, and there are potential threats on the border. At this time, the aristocratic families are like swords hanging over their heads, constantly threatening the stability of the Tang Dynasty.

If the relationship with them cannot be properly handled, the Tang Dynasty will be in an irretrievable situation.

"Maybe I can only continue to loosen the knife on them."

Li Chengqian muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and struggle.

"Even though I know this is just a temporary solution, I don't have a better solution right now. I must first stabilize them, buy time to strengthen the imperial court, and then find an opportunity to completely resolve this hidden danger."

His eyes were a little confused, and he spoke two choices incoherently. He didn't know what situation his decision would bring the Tang Dynasty into. This unknown made him feel scared and helpless.

He stood in front of the tomb for a long time, as if he wanted to pour out all the words in his heart to the heroic spirit in the underground.

Finally, he bowed deeply and turned to look at Zhang Xianhuai.

"Xian Huai, Jing Suo did nothing wrong. He did it for the Tang Dynasty and for me."

Li Chengqian's voice was firm and powerful.

"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, and a destiny for the people!"

He tremblingly took out the suicide note that Lu Jingsuo had given him from his arms. The paper of the letter was a little wrinkled, but he had kept it very well.

"This is what Xiao Lu left behind before he died. Let me show it to you, so that you can all see what he did and feel ashamed."

There was a hint of determination in Li Chengqian's eyes.

"He wants to go down there and make a big move!"

He patted Zhang Xianhuai's shoulder hard, stuffed Lu Jingsuo's suicide note into Zhang Xianhuai's chest, and then patted his chest.

"Take it!"

His eyes were full of anticipation.

"Hold it for me!"

"Go show those students!"

Li Chengqian's voice gradually became louder.

"Show it to those officials!"

There was anger in his eyes.

"Show it to the people of the world!"

His voice echoed in the wind.

"I want to clear the name of my students!"

"Xian Huai! You! You go do it!"

Li Chengqian seemed to be in a state of frenzy.

He patted Zhang Xianhuai's chest madly.

"Xianhuai, mobilize all the manpower and arrest those merchants who are inflating the prices of medicinal materials."

His eyes grew fierce.

"Capture all those noble family members who are hoarding medicinal herbs!"

His voice was like thunder.

"Kill all those local officials who are loyal to the aristocratic families!"

His face turned red with anger.

"Kill them all!"

Li Chengqian shouted loudly to Zhang Xianhuai, every word was full of power.

Then he turned and looked at the sky, his arms outstretched.

The autumn wind blew his cuffs.

"This is bullying!"

Li Chengqian roared loudly towards the sky.

The voice seemed to break through the sky, venting all the anger, sadness and unwillingness in his heart.