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

Song Jingshu's voice, as tender as a baby bird, kept echoing in the solemn and dignified Tai Chi Hall.

Her small body was trembling slightly, and her lips were quivering slightly. It seemed as if she had used up all her strength to squeeze out every word from her throat.

The voice was trembling and fearful, yet it also had an inexplicable firmness, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart again and again.

The faces of all the ministers were as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, leaving wet marks along their cheeks.

Their necks were twisted stiffly as they stared at Lu Jingsuo intently. The shock in their eyes was like a surging tide, as if it was going to swallow Lu Jingsuo whole.

Among them, Zhang Xianhuai's face was flushed red, and the veins on his neck were bulging. He took a step forward like an angry bull.

His body trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, his lips trembled a little with anger, and his teeth made a slight "clack" sound when they opened and closed.

Lu Jingsuo frowned, as if there was an invisible mountain between his brows, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

His lips were pressed into a line, their color slightly pale due to the force, the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, his eyes were full of a complex expression, including pain, helplessness, and a hint of determination.

He stood there quietly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white, and the veins on the back of his hands winding like a dragon.

He just stood there with his back straight, allowing Zhang Xianhuai to criticize him without any intention of refuting. Only his shoulders occasionally shrugged slightly, revealing his inner unrest.

"Lu Jingsuo, do you know what you are doing?" Zhang Xianhuai shouted loudly. The sound echoed in the empty hall, making people's ears buzz.

He roared and pointed his finger at Lu Jingsuo.

"Have you forgotten the miserable days when you went from house to house on Anning Street begging for food to pay for your mother's medical treatment?"

Who extended a helping hand to you when you were most desperate? It was His Majesty! "

His eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and pain, and his fingers trembled as he pointed at Lu Jingsuo, his fingertips turning slightly red from the force.

"You forgot that you were once a lonely refugee, without clothes to wear, without food to eat, struggling to survive like an ant in that chaotic world."

"It is His Majesty's kindness that has pitied your miserable life and allowed you to go to school, to learn to read, and to understand the principles of life."

"I have helped you grow from a refugee in Xianyang to someone who can now wear a Feiyu suit and hold the rank of a thousand-householder in my Jinyiwei!"

Zhang Xianhuai's voice gradually became choked, and every word seemed to use up all his strength, as if he was dragging a thousand-pound weight.

When he got excited, his chest heaved violently and he gasped for breath.

"How could you do this? Jing Suo..."

His eyes were full of disappointment, a kind of pain of betrayal by someone he once trusted. His eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at Lu Jingsuo.

"How could you, how could you treat His Majesty like this?"

Zhang Xianhuai's voice became hoarse, like an old bellows being pulled with difficulty. The hand pointing at Lu Jingsu seemed to have lost all support and slowly fell down powerlessly, with his arm drooping limply at his side.

There was deep sadness in his eyes, and the fire that had been burning in them gradually died out, leaving only a dimness, as if he saw the friendship that once existed shattered like bubbles at this moment.

"You are sorry to His Majesty! Jing Suo."

……

"Alright, Xian Huai, back off!"

Li Chengqian sat on the high dragon throne with a dignified look on his face. He raised his chin slightly and scanned the court with majestic eyes.

His voice was calm but held unquestionable authority. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a force that could not be disobeyed.