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

"Your Majesty, the king is the king and the minister is the minister."

Mr. Qi said respectfully, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "It's not that I don't want to be friends with Your Majesty, but I simply can't! Your Majesty, I said it all along: once you sit on the throne, you won't have any true friends!"

Li Chengqian glanced at Mr. Qi and said with a smile, "Aren't you, Mr. Qi, and Fatty Lin, my friends?"

Mr. Qi nodded first, then shook his head, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"We are Li Chengqian's friends, not your Majesty's friends."

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

"I understand. We will still be friends one day." He paused, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"Grand Master Qi, I'm a little tired. How about you accompany me on a private visit? Since I ascended the throne, I haven't even set foot outside the palace. Life in the palace is really exhausting!"

"Since Your Majesty wishes to go out and relax, I am most pleased to oblige."

Mr. Qi replied.

"Should we invite Fatty along?"

Li Chengqian suddenly asked.

Mr. Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, Xianyang is too far away, and I don't think Fatty Lin really wants to see you."

Li Chengqian was full of confusion and asked, "Why doesn't he want to see me?"

Mr. Qi's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "My former friend has become the emperor, and you ask him for money every now and then. In addition to the two wars and the betrothal gift from His Majesty, the starter of the seedling cultivation plan also came from him..."

Mr. Qi paused and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"He cheated... and extorted a fortune. I'm guessing he doesn't want to see me and Your Majesty right now. Not only is he busy using the Chamber of Commerce to make money for the Tang Dynasty, but he also has to ensure sufficient food reserves and the dispatch of various supplies. In fact, the stingy fat guy is busier than anyone else."

When Li Chengqian heard what Mr. Qi said, he smiled helplessly, feeling both distressed and amused.

"This fat guy is so funny and pitiful, he's so adorable."

At this moment, the fat man in Xianyang suddenly sneezed. "A-choo!"

He rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who is it! Who is secretly scolding me again!"

Grand Tutor Qi and Li Chengqian carefully selected two extremely inconspicuous sets of casual clothes. The colors and styles of the clothes were just like those of ordinary people on the street, without any sense of luxury.

After changing their clothes, the two of them slipped out of a secret side door in the palace with ease, like two birds that had broken free from their restraints, flying towards the world outside the palace with full of anticipation.

Zhang Xianhuai followed the two of them silently, his eyes alert but with a hint of excitement, always paying attention to the movements around him.

Chang'an, this ancient yet vibrant city, is indeed quietly undergoing rapid changes.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the cement road under Li Chengqian's feet is enough to make people amazed.

The cement road was as smooth as a mirror, with each stone slab fitting perfectly without any bumps or unevenness, yet it retained a simple and elegant beauty.

Two rows of green plants are carefully planted on both sides of the road, including tall and straight ginkgo trees.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree swayed gently in the breeze, like small fans, sparkling with golden luster.

Under the ginkgo trees, some unknown wild flowers are specially planted. They are colorfully intertwined together. The colorful flowers look particularly beautiful against the backdrop of green grass, like a natural painting slowly unfolding on the roadside.

As Li Chengqian walked, he fell into deep memories. He still remembered the first time he saw Chang'an, which was really disappointing to him.

Chang'an at that time was a nightmare to him, a man with aspirations. It was like the beautiful filter in the heart of a liberal arts student was ruthlessly shattered and completely broken.