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

The grooms who were just stuck in the middle of the road and moving slowly suddenly changed their expressions when they saw the iconic flying fish uniforms.

They hurried to make way, their faces filled with awe and flattery, and they kept shouting.

"My Lord, please take care. My Lord, please take care."

He let the Jinyiwei officials go first, fearing that any carelessness would bring disaster upon himself.

When the girl heard the sound of horse hooves and flying dust not far away, she subconsciously wanted to hide.

But the Puzhen Pass Road is so small, and there are wilderness on both sides of the road, and there are no small paths to hide.

She could only squat on the ground helplessly, holding her head tightly with both hands, her body shaking constantly, hoping that this group of people would pass by quickly and not notice her.

But as she waited, the sound of horse hooves seemed to disappear all of a sudden. When the girl lowered her hands and raised her head, she found a young man sitting on a horse, staring straight at her.

The man had a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and the flying fish suit he wore only added to his heroic aura.

There was no contempt or indifference in his eyes, but rather a hint of curiosity and concern.

All the others stood behind him on their horses, and their eyes fell on the girl.

The merchants around pulled back the carriage curtains and saw that the Jinyiwei had stopped and surrounded a beggar. They immediately became interested.

They all asked the coachman to slow down and stretched their necks to get a better look at the show.

There was a look of schadenfreude in everyone's eyes, as if they were expecting the girl to be harassed by the Jinyiwei.

Seeing this, the girl's eyes were filled with fear that almost overflowed from her eyes.

She quietly found an opening and ran towards Chang'an with all her strength.

But she hadn't eaten for several days, and her body was already very weak, so she didn't have much strength.

Coupled with the extreme thirst and the scorching sun, every step I took seemed to use up all my strength.

Sure enough, after running a few steps, she fell heavily to the ground due to exhaustion, raising a cloud of dust.

When the leading Jinyiwei saw this situation, he frowned and immediately dismounted.

He trotted to the girl's side in a few steps, squatted down, and held the girl in his arms.

He looked at the girl's cracked lips and weak appearance, and a wave of pity welled up in his heart.

He quickly opened the water bottle he carried with him, carefully brought the bottle to the girl's mouth, and poured the water into her mouth bit by bit.

The cool water flowed down the girl's throat, as if the dry land was welcoming the sweet rain.

The girl, feeling the sudden coolness in her mouth, felt the hope of survival. She drank the cold water from the kettle desperately as if she had grabbed the last straw.

He looked so anxious, like a person dying of thirst in the desert.

After a while, the girl found that there was no water, and she slowly opened her eyes.

What caught her eye was a handsome face, full of concern. The girl had never seen such a handsome person. In her eyes, people like this were what others often said, immortals from a storybook.

"Would you like some more water?"

The young man asked softly, his voice gentle and pleasant.

The girl shook her head weakly, her eyes fixed on the man's face.

The man smiled, shook his empty kettle, and said jokingly.

"The little girl is really good at drinking. She drank up half of my pot of water."

After hearing this, the girl blushed slightly and felt a little embarrassed.

The man continued to ask.

"Why, are you going to Chang'an?"

When the girl heard the immortal say this, a gleam flashed in her eyes. She nodded stubbornly. Although her voice was weak, it was extremely firm: "I want to go to Chang'an."