I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

He paused, then continued, "Not a single ripple has been reported. Lord Changsun has sealed the palace gates and kept the news of the death a secret. I'm afraid the officials in the court still don't know that His Majesty has passed away."

"I guess only a few people know that His Majesty has passed away!"

Hearing Fang Xuanling's words, Li Shimin felt a little relieved. He nodded and said, "Fuji is indeed a seasoned and experienced strategist. He has arranged my affairs after my death so well. I wonder if the Crown Prince knows about my death."

After hearing Li Shimin's words, everyone looked at each other with a complicated look in their eyes.

Seeing their expressions, Li Shimin probably knew the answer. His face suddenly darkened. "That rebellious son hasn't reacted yet, has he? He has no interest in state affairs and spends his days idling around."

There was a flash of anger and disappointment in his eyes.

"But I don't understand. It's been a day since I passed away, and that rebellious son is in Xianyang. Even if Zhangsun Wuji had sent someone to notify him, he should have known by now and rushed back to the palace to inherit the throne. Why is there still no news?"

As he spoke, Li Shimin's face became terribly gloomy, as if a storm was about to come.

Seeing Li Shimin's bad expression, Cheng Yaojin hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, perhaps the news won't arrive until tomorrow. Why don't we wait and see?"

After hearing Cheng Yaojin's words, Li Shimin's expression improved slightly, but there was still a trace of gloom in his eyes.

A bowl of hot millet porridge exudes an enticing aroma. Each grain of millet is plump and round, trembling slightly in the bowl.

Li Shimin picked up the bowl, blew on it gently, and then drank it all in one gulp. The warm feeling spread through his throat and throughout his body.

Then, he slowly drank a bowl of steaming chicken soup. The oil floating on the chicken soup was shining, and the chicken was tender and stewed just right, melting in his mouth.

After drinking the chicken soup and millet porridge, Li Shimin's face gradually turned rosy, as if a withered flower had been nourished and regained vitality.

His originally weak body gradually regained some strength. He could feel his limbs beginning to warm up, no longer as cold and numb as before.

"No matter how unruly that rebellious son is, he is still the crown prince." Li Shimin frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

After eating, Li Shimin spoke with full energy.

"After I die, he should have rushed to take the throne the moment he received the news. Until now, he hasn't come. Can you tell me, what does Zhangsun Wuji want to do?"

His voice was low and majestic, and every word he said was like a hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

This question was very sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, pointing directly at Changsun Wuji.

Who is Zhangsun Wuji? He is the most meritorious official in the Xuanwu Gate Incident, the elder brother-in-law of Li Shimin, and holds a pivotal position in the court.

His power and prestige were at their peak, and no one was willing to challenge him in court; that would be like hitting a rock with an egg. Everyone looked at each other, not daring to speak.

Li Shimin looked at everyone who was speechless and felt annoyed.

He began to miss Wei Zheng, the outspoken minister who always expressed his thoughts at critical moments.

But this time he couldn't let Wei Zheng know that he faked his death. Li Shimin knew Wei Zheng too well. If this old guy knew about this, his first reaction would definitely be to rush to him, point his finger at his face, and scold him endlessly. Li Shimin didn't want to face that scene now. He wanted to have a few more days of peace and quiet.

Seeing that these confidants were silent, Li Shimin felt extremely bored, as if he was punching cotton, unable to exert any strength.