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

Songtsen Gampo immediately sensed that something was wrong. His brows furrowed involuntarily, a hint of doubt and worry flashed in his eyes, and an ominous premonition quickly spread in his heart.

Lu Dongzan gave Songtsen Gampo a look.

I hope Songtsen Gampo can understand what I mean.

Songtsen Gampo saw Lu Dongzan like this.

I had a rough guess in my mind.

On the vast plateau, Songtsen Gampo stood there quietly, his eyes solemn and deep, staring intently at Lu Dongzan and the wedding procession, walking slowly towards him step by step.

His heart felt as if it was weighed down by a heavy stone, and every breath became heavy. The wedding procession should have been full of joy and anticipation, but at this moment the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

He knew that things might not go as they wished, and this result might plunge the entire Tubo into an unprecedented crisis.

He silently prayed in his heart that it was not the worst possible outcome, but an ominous premonition lingered in his mind.

"Zanpu."

Lu Dongzan walked closer and lowered his head slightly. His voice was low and respectful, with a hint of imperceptible uneasiness.

His heart was filled with guilt. As a key figure in this wedding reception, he was well aware of the mission he shouldered.

But now it has not been completed. Facing the Zamp, he was afraid to see the disappointed eyes, and even more afraid that his failure would bring disaster to Tubo.

At this moment, the humiliation he suffered in the Tang Dynasty kept flashing through his mind, and every scene pierced his heart like a knife.

Songtsen Gampo looked at Lu Dongzan with his deep eyes, which were like a cold pond, making it difficult to understand.

In fact, his heart had already been in turmoil. The marriage was a major event he had been planning for Tubo for a long time, and it concerned the future of Tubo.

If they fail, the morale of Tubo will fall to the bottom.

Now such a grand decoration has become a complete joke.

But when he heard Lu Dongzan's low tone, he knew that things might have developed in the worst direction.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke, "Did the Tang Dynasty reject our marriage proposal?"

He tried to keep his voice calm, but his clenched fists revealed his inner anger and unwillingness.

Lu Dongzan nodded implicitly, his body trembling slightly, as if this result was an extremely heavy blow to him.

"Zanpu, I have failed in my mission. I beg you to punish me."

His voice became even lower, and he buried his head deeper, constantly blaming himself in his heart.

"But the most urgent task at this moment should be to disperse the crowd to prevent the Zamp's reputation from being damaged!"

As Lu Dongzan spoke, he looked up at Songtsen Gampo, his eyes full of anxiety. He knew very well how important the Zamp's reputation was to Tubo.

I must not be harmed by this failure, even if it means I have to bear more punishment.

Songtsen Gampo nodded expressionlessly. He gently patted Lu Dongzan's shoulder, his tone calm but with a different kind of majesty.

"No need."

Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, he was quickly weighing the pros and cons. Dispersing the crowd might preserve his reputation temporarily, but it was not a solution to the problem.

He needed to let the people of Tibet know the truth, and more importantly, he needed them to unite.

With that, he walked past Lu Dongzan with steady steps, heading towards the cheering crowd below. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and every step seemed to tread on the hearts of the people, while in his heart he was thinking about how to guide the people to face this setback.

Songtsen Gampo walked to the edge of the platform and waved to the cheering crowd below.

The cheers of the crowd gradually died down as if an invisible hand slowly covered their mouths.