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

"If you had taken a look at what was in the logistics supplies beforehand, you would probably be even worse than me, Li Ji!"

Having said that, Li Ji puffed out his chest, his face full of pride.

It’s not easy for me to hold on for so long under such sugar-coated bullets!

When Li Shimin and the other two heard what Li Ji said, they suddenly realized that as the commander-in-chief, Li Ji naturally knew everything.

The three of them had been hiding and serving as personal guards before, and they ignored many things.

Li Shimin felt a little ashamed. He had only thought of it as a joke before, but had not really understood the deep meaning behind this expedition.

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde were also thoughtful.

Everyone is full of confidence in this expedition. The abundance of logistics for this expedition is indeed unimaginable. What lies behind this is His Majesty's high attention to this battle and deep concern for the soldiers.

Inside the Taiji Hall, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if the air had frozen.

The sunlight shines through the window, casting mottled shadows, as if peeking at the court storm that is about to unfold.

All the court officials lined up in the hall. The voice of the roll call broke the silence, but it was also like a stone thrown into a deep pool with undercurrents.

"Your Majesty, General Cheng Zhijie of the Left Garrison and Governor Yuchi Jingde of Fuzhou did not attend the court."

The resounding voice of the attendant in charge of roll call echoed in the hall, like a thunderclap out of nowhere, instantly causing an uproar among the court officials.

The ministers first opened their eyes wide in astonishment, and then like a hornet's nest that had been poked, buzzing discussions rose one after another, and the entire court was in chaos.

They were all secretly astonished: Your Majesty is so gracious, the court attendance has been relaxed to the utmost, how dare these two not come? Back then, the Dukes' attendance every five days was a great favor from the late Emperor. Now, only every seven days is an unprecedented privilege. What could they be dissatisfied with? Isn't this a blatant disregard for court etiquette?

Fang Xuanling stood among the ministers and felt as if he was on the edge of an abyss.

His brows were furrowed as if he could pinch a fly to death, and the blue veins on his forehead were throbbing slightly, showing his extreme inner tension.

The surging waves of discussion around him were like sharp blades piercing his eardrums.

But at this moment, he had no choice but to stand up and pray to God in his heart to help him get away with it.

"Your Majesty, General Cheng Zhijie of the Left Garrison and Yuchi Jingde, the Governor of Fuzhou, are ill at home. I have requested leave for them."

Fang Xuanling tried hard to make his voice sound calm, but the slightly trembling tone was like a candle flickering in a storm, which could go out at any time, exposing his panic.

As he spoke, he groaned in his heart: This excuse is even more fragile than paper. I hope Your Majesty will not pursue it too much. Your Majesty, please do not put me in a dilemma!

When Wei Zheng heard this, his thick eyebrows instantly raised and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like an eagle spotting its prey.

He waved his sleeves, and the wind brought by his sleeves seemed to carry his anger, and he stood out with his head held high.

He stared at Fang Xuanling, his eyes like two sharp swords, as if he wanted to pierce two holes in Fang Xuanling's body.

Wei Zheng was furious: "Humph, Fang Xuanling, ah Fang Xuanling, do you think I, Wei Zheng, am so easily fooled? Your lame excuse is a blasphemy to the dignity of the court!"

He asked loudly, "May I ask, Prime Minister Fang, are these two people suffering from a terminal illness? Are they unable to get out of bed?"

Fang Xuanling suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, his face turned as pale as paper, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his forehead, and the clothes on his back were instantly soaked with sweat.

He was in a panic: This Wei Zheng is such a difficult guy. I've stirred up a hornet's nest. How should I deal with it? But now that things have come to this, he can only bite the bullet and answer.