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

Zhenzhu Khan kept muttering to himself.

The doubts and anxieties in my heart grew wildly like weeds.

"But there's no news at all. What's going on? The one sitting in Chang'an now isn't the Heavenly Khan, but his son. The Tang Dynasty's attitude towards our tribes seems to depend solely on the Tang Emperor."

Thinking of this, Zhenzhu Khan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and even a terrible idea popped up in his mind.

Is the Tang Dynasty going to destroy all the tribes on the grassland?

Once this thought appeared, it was like the whisper of a devil, constantly echoing in his ears. The more he thought about it, the colder his back felt. Cold sweat soaked his clothes on the back and stuck to his body.

However, he couldn't think of any good way to deal with the current predicament, and could only continue to struggle in anxiety and fear.

……

In the Tang army's central tent, the atmosphere was equally solemn yet exuded a unique majesty.

Li Shimin was dressed in black armor, which shone with a cold luster under the candlelight in the tent.

Each armor leaf seems to be silently telling the glorious achievements on the battlefield in the past. There may still be traces of the blood of former enemies on it, witnessing one thrilling battle after another.

He sat upright in the command seat in the middle, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

Although he is no longer young and the years have left some marks on his face, the kingly aura he exudes is still as strong as before, making people dare not look directly at him.

Three fierce generals, Yuchi Jingde, Cheng Yaojin and Li Ji, stood beside him majestically.

Their armor clanked, their eyes were firm and sharp, revealing the calmness and dominance of veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time, which was intimidating.

Below, there was a Turkic Khan, Li Simo, sitting on the ground. He was watching everything in the tent quietly, with a look of caution and respect on his face, and a complex look occasionally flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to be thinking about the impact of this change in the situation on his tribe.

In the middle of the big tent, seven people had their hands and feet tied by the Tang army.

The rope was specially made of thick hemp rope and was tightly tied around their wrists and ankles, leaving deep red marks.

In some places, the skin was even worn off and blood was seeping out.

They knelt on the ground obediently and tremblingly, with their heads lowered, not daring to look up at all.

His body was still shaking slightly uncontrollably, as if he had sensed the impending doom. The trembling became more and more intense as time went by, like sifting chaff.

Li Shimin's eyes were like lightning, and he looked coldly at the seven people below, his eyes full of disappointment.

It was like an ice knife in the dead of winter, sharp and cold, stabbing straight at those people, making them feel uneasy, as if the deepest secrets in their hearts were seen through.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of suppressed anger in his voice. The voice was low and deep, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

"Is this how you will protect the Tang Dynasty after I die?"

As soon as these words came out, the air in the entire tent seemed to freeze instantly. It was so quiet that only the sounds of everyone's nervous or heavy breathing could be heard.

The breathing sound seemed particularly clear in the silent atmosphere, as if it was setting the rhythm for the depressing atmosphere.

The Khan of the Qiyan tribe knelt on the ground with a look of grievance on his face. His originally dark and rough face now looked even more distorted due to fear and tension.

The veins on his forehead bulged, his lips trembled constantly, and he shouted in a crying voice.

"Tian Khan, it's not that we don't want to protect the Tang Dynasty, but that Yinan founded the Xueyantuo Khanate, which is truly a powerful and influential country! We simply can't resist it."