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

"It's not a terminal illness."

When Wei Zheng saw Fang Xuanling's response, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer, and he became more certain that there was something fishy going on.

He pressed on step by step, and every step seemed to step on Fang Xuanling's heart. His words became more and more sharp, like a dense rain of arrows shooting at Fang Xuanling.

"Since he's not terminally ill, what kind of serious illness could he have that would prevent him from attending court meetings?"

"And they're both here together, which is truly bizarre! Could it be that they're too proud of their achievements to be at home, unwilling to attend the court and work for the welfare of the people?"

His words were like heavy hammers, hitting the silent court hard. Every word echoed in the air, shaking the hearts of the court officials.

The ministers held their breath, their eyes wide open, and all their attention was focused on Fang Xuanling, their eyes full of curiosity and suspicion.

Fang Xuanling felt like a small boat caught in a strong wind and huge waves, which could be swallowed up at any time.

His mind was blank and his lips trembled like leaves in the wind. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

He was filled with helplessness: This Wei Zheng is really relentless, but I can't disobey His Majesty's instructions. What should I do? At this moment, he could only choose to remain silent, his eyes dodging in panic, not daring to meet Wei Zheng's blazing gaze, as if that gaze would devour him.

The ministers were horrified at the sight. They watched Fang Xiang, usually eloquent and steady as a rock, become speechless like a child who had done something wrong, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.

Some ministers secretly wondered: Could it be that Cheng Zhijie and Yuchi Jingde were truly blinded by fame and fortune, becoming arrogant because of their achievements? What should we do?

Wei Zheng looked at Fang Xuanling, and the disappointment on his face became more and more intense, as if he had seen the person he trusted most betray him.

He was filled with anger at this possible shirking of responsibility, as if a fire was burning in his chest, burning more and more vigorously.

Afterwards, he stopped looking at Fang Xuanling and, with a respectful yet resolute expression, bowed to Li Chengqian and said, "Your Majesty! This matter is serious!"

"This concerns the discipline of the imperial court and the dignity of the Tang Dynasty! Your Majesty, please send someone to the residences of these two to investigate the true situation!"

"If they are truly unemployed and unwilling to attend the court meeting, Your Majesty, please punish these two people swiftly!"

Wei Zheng's voice echoed in the hall with an unquestionable majesty.

He was wholeheartedly concerned about the imperial court. In his eyes, the dignity of the imperial court was as heavy as Mount Tai and would not tolerate any slightest desecration.

Over the past seven days, he had witnessed the various changes brought about by Li Chengqian's new policies, and his heart was filled with admiration for the young emperor.

In his view, Li Chengqian was the sage monarch of the Tang Dynasty, leading the Tang Dynasty towards the bright road of prosperity.

He would never allow anything to destroy this hard-earned good situation, not even two veteran generals with outstanding military achievements.

Li Chengqian sat upright on the dragon throne, which shone with a mysterious and majestic light under the sunlight.

As he listened to Wei Zheng's advice, his brows slightly furrowed, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

His heart was in turmoil. On the one hand, he understood Wei Zheng's concerns. The rules of the court could not be abolished and discipline must be strictly enforced.

On the other hand, Cheng Zhijie and Yuchi Jingde were not just subjects to him, but more like elders, the backbone of the Tang Dynasty. He knew very well that they had devoted their entire lives to the Tang Dynasty. Now that they were old, they might have some unspeakable secrets.

Today, he was wearing a dragon robe that was made by the craftsmen of the Shangyi Bureau who worked overtime.

The dragon robe can be called a peerless work of art. Every stitch and thread seems to contain the breath of power and exude awe-inspiring royal majesty.