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

Li Chengqian was like a soul-lost statue, half-kneeling there quietly, his arms tightly hugging Song Jingshu's already cold body.

He was immersed in great grief and could not recover for a long time.

Doctor Wen sighed softly, stepped forward and bowed slightly, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences. This little girl is truly pitiful. You see, she has come a long way and probably didn't even have a hot meal along the way."

"Long-term hunger and exhaustion have already hollowed out her body. She is like an oil lamp. Before she met Your Majesty, she had already run out of oil long ago."

Doctor Wen's voice was low and slow, with a hint of pity, echoing in the quiet court.

He paused, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and then he continued: "It's just that this girl has a tenacious belief in her heart that has always supported her."

"It was with this breath that she managed to make it to Chang'an alive and see His Majesty."

"Now that her wish has been fulfilled and this last bit of support is gone, she has... passed away."

"Your Majesty, please be patient and don't be too sad and distressed."

Doctor Wen wiped his forehead and continued in a heavy tone.

"Your Majesty, I must tell you the truth. Even if she survives, the condition of her leg injury is extremely serious."

"I have been practicing medicine for many years, but for such a serious injury, other than the cruel method of amputation, I have racked my brains and can't think of any better treatment."

This leg disease is extremely dangerous and has tortured her beyond recognition."

"With her condition, even if she were to have her limbs amputated, there would be no way for her to survive."

Li Chengqian closed his eyes and nodded slowly as if he had used up all his strength.

His lips trembled slightly, and after a long time, he spoke with difficulty.

"I understand. Pass on my decree to posthumously confer the title of Princess Zhaosai on Song Jingshu and bury her with the rites of a princess in the Xianyang Cemetery."

"I want her to be able to look down upon the people of Xianyang living and working in peace and contentment even after her death."

"I will use my actions to show her that the peaceful and prosperous world she longs for will be realized. From now on, the whole world will be as peaceful and harmonious as Xianyang, allowing her soul to rest in peace."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

All the ministers responded in unison, their voices echoing in the court for a long time, with a hint of solemnity and awe.

……

Three days later, the sun shone on the streets and alleys of Chang'an. Today was the day when Li Jing's army set out to attack Tubo, and the whole city of Chang'an was in an uproar.

People flocked to the streets, holding colorful silks and beautiful flowers in their hands, their faces filled with pride and expectation.

The streets are decorated with lights on both sides, and the lanterns are like burning flames, illuminating people's excited faces.

Cheers and blessings intertwined together, making it as lively as a festival.

There was a gleam in people's eyes, and they looked forward to the royal army's early triumphant return to bring glory to the Tang Dynasty and defend its dignity and glory.

But inside Zhaoyu Prison, there was another depressing and desolate scene.

Lu Jingsuo was imprisoned alone in a dark and damp cell, surrounded by an atmosphere of decay and despair.

His Feiyu uniform, which was once bright and beautiful and symbolized the glory of the Jinyiwei, has now become dirty and covered with dust and stains.

The exquisite patterns were covered by dirt and their former splendor could no longer be seen.

He was unkempt, with his hair scattered across his face like messy weeds, covering his once bright eyes.

The high-spirited look he once had was long gone, replaced by a face full of fatigue and vicissitudes. His eyes also lacked the brilliance of the past, leaving only a dull and empty look, as if the vitality of life had drained away from him.

Those colleagues who had worked with him before, when they walked past his cell, acted as if they didn't see him, their eyes were cold and distant, like strangers.