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

"Can the Wang family really kill people at will and treat us civilians like pigs and dogs? I just want to ask His Majesty! Does he care?"

She shouted until her voice broke, her throat became hoarse, and her body felt a little weak from overexertion, but the anger and grievance in her heart prevented her from stopping.

"I want justice for my family, even if it means sacrificing my own life! I still want justice!"

She kept crying silently, and the tears were like beads with broken strings, sliding down continuously, and every tear carried her endless pain.

Lu Jingsuo stood in front of the bed, standing with Hu Bugui, without saying a word.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

"How dare you take human life so lightly!"

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, but the scene described by Song Jingshu kept appearing in his mind, making him feel heartbroken.

He turned around and was about to leave. Hu Bugui saw Lu Jingsuo was about to leave and hurriedly grabbed him with an anxious look on his face.

"Old Lu, don't be impulsive. This is not a problem you can solve alone."

He shouted, "Old Lu, what are you going to do? Stop!"

"I'm going to see His Majesty!"

Lu Jingsuo's voice was low and firm, with an unquestionable determination.

"Only His Majesty can uphold justice. I must let him know the suffering of the people."

"You can't see His Majesty because you are not of high enough rank. You can only pass the message up to Brother Xianhuai and have him report to His Majesty."

Hu Bugui held Lu Jingsuo tightly, trying to calm him down.

He was worried that Lu Jingsuo's impulsive behavior would bring disaster upon himself.

Lu Jingsuo stopped and looked at Hu Bugui with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He said with some pain: "Old Hu, even you won't help me?"

Hu Bugui slowly closed his eyes, a helpless look on his face.

"I know you're motivated by justice, but now is not the right time. You can't ruin yourself because of an impulse, nor can you cause trouble for His Majesty."

“I know what you’re going to do. His Majesty isn’t capable of dealing with these powerful families right now; doing so would cause a chain reaction. I won’t let you leave. I know you want to go and beat the drum for petitions, and you’re deliberately trying to get an audience with His Majesty for me to hear. Do you think I don’t know you?”

After listening to Hu Bugui's words, Lu Jingsuo calmed down, but the anger in his eyes was still burning.

"Are we really going to watch these noble families continue to do evil? Is there really nothing Your Majesty can do?"

He asked unwillingly, "Is it true that Your Majesty won't take care of it?"

Hu Bugui looked at Lu Jingsuo, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Old Lu, you are always so impulsive. Some things are beyond our control."

He said slowly, "You're a Jinyiwei. You don't understand. You even understand more than I do. Haven't the aristocratic families committed enough evil? Haven't we seen it before? Isn't it infuriating to both humans and gods?"

"Don't you know how much His Majesty hates the aristocratic families? It's not that he doesn't care, it's that he can't care now. He will naturally eradicate them in the future. Brother, I beg you, don't beat the drum, give me some face! If you beat the drum! You are disloyal! How can His Majesty live with himself? Think about how His Majesty treated us in Xianyang!"

He advised earnestly, hoping that Lu Jingsuo would give up this impulsive idea. Every word he said was filled with concern for his friend and helplessness about the situation.

Lu Jingsuo looked at Song Jingshu, who had cried herself to exhaustion, and then looked at the soles of her feet that had been rubbed to the point of being exposed. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Come! Come on my back, I'll take you to seek justice!"

After saying that, he directly carried Song Jingshu on his back and said in a firm tone: "Hold me tight!"

He felt that he was carrying not only a girl, but also a heavy responsibility.

When Song Jingshu heard what Lu Jingshu said, she hugged his neck tightly with all her strength, as if she had grabbed the last straw.

"You are confused! Lu Jingsuo!"

Hu Bugui shouted, he was anxious but helpless.

"Old Lu, you're putting yourself in danger by going. I hope you won't regret it."

Lu Jingsuo said nothing and walked out of the door with Song Jingshu on his back. His back looked particularly resolute in the sunlight, as if he was declaring war on the injustice in this world.

He silently said in his heart: "There is so much injustice in the world, blood attracts thunder!"

He had only one belief in his heart, to seek justice for Song Jingshu and those suffering people, even if it meant his death.

There was determination and fearlessness in his eyes, and every step he took was extremely firm as he walked towards the palace, which was the destination of justice in his heart.