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

"I guess I'm your only hope."

"You are free, Wu Meiniang. You can go home or anywhere else."

"All of you will go to the government office tomorrow to register and get your household registration, so you can live a good life from now on."

After Li Chengqian finished speaking, he took Mr. Qi away without looking back.

Zhang Xianhuai followed closely behind.

Even if I walked a long way.

I could also hear the echo of "Long live His Majesty" coming from behind me.

The Mobei grassland is like an endless green carpet, stretching towards the horizon.

The vast expanse of heaven and earth has always been a place where horses gallop freely and shepherds sing to their heart's content.

The wind of freedom blows across this land all year round, bringing with it the wildness and unruliness unique to the grassland.

However, at this moment, the harmony and leisure of the past have long disappeared, replaced by a tense and depressing atmosphere.

It's like a thick dark cloud weighing heavily on everyone's heart, making it hard to breathe.

As the Tang army's iron-barrel-like encirclement continued to shrink, the area where the Xueyantuo tribe could move was becoming smaller and smaller at a desperate rate.

They were like a group of prey trapped in an invisible yet extremely tough net. No matter how they struggled, their originally vast living space was disappearing bit by bit.

Zhenzhu Khan Yinan was riding on a tall horse, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and his deep eyes were full of haze.

He led his 120,000 fierce cavalry and galloped back and forth on the grassland, trying to find even the slightest chance to break through.

The horse's hooves dug the ground frantically, raising clouds of dust that flew behind it, as if it was about to break through the suffocating encirclement at any moment.

But beneath this seemingly majestic appearance, it was difficult to conceal the burning anxiety and uneasiness in his heart. Every time the horse's hooves landed, it seemed to hit his uneasy heart.

"Father Khan, the Tang army has too many people!"

Datushe's face was full of anxiety, and his tightly furrowed brows were almost twisted into a knot, as if they could pinch a fly to death.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, mixing with the dust on his face, leaving muddy marks on his cheeks.

He urged his horse hard to follow Zhenzhu Khan, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice revealing uncontrollable despair.

"Wherever we go, there are Tang troops! We have nowhere else to go, Father Khan!"

The shouting sounded a little thin amid the sound of horse hooves, but it carried a hint of sadness.

When these words reached Zhenzhu Khan's ears, they were like sharp thorns piercing his heart and making him upset.

The already irritable mood was like a lit powder keg, ready to explode in an instant.

Zhenzhu Khan's expression became increasingly ugly. His face, which originally exuded majesty, now seemed to be completely covered by a thick layer of haze. It was dark and gloomy, and exuded a chilling aura.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes full of anger, and yelled at his eldest son.

"Shut up!"

This roar seemed to carry with it a tremendous force.

"We still have 120,000 brave warriors in our headquarters! What are we afraid of?"

While roaring angrily, he waved the whip in his hand vigorously. The whip made a crisp "pa pa" sound in the air, as if he was cheering himself up, or as if he was demonstrating to the invisible but omnipresent Tang army.

"Li Shimin is dead! The one on the throne now is just his son! There's nothing to be afraid of! Got it?"

There was a stubborn unwillingness in his eyes, as if his gaze could penetrate the current predicament and reach the unreachable victory.

"We live on the grasslands! They can't find us! We're not afraid of fighting guerrilla warfare against the Tang army. We can't afford to outlast their large army!"