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

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In the Liangyi Hall, Li Chengqian leaned tiredly on the armchair with his eyes closed, as if he was in deep thought or taking a nap.

His face looked a little haggard. The hard work of recent days and the heavy pressure inside and outside the court had left traces on his face.

After a while, Eunuch Zhang walked in with small, light steps. He bowed slightly and reported, "Your Majesty, Commander Zhang and Commander Qin are waiting outside the palace."

Li Chengqian didn't open his eyes, but tiredly uttered a word from his tightly closed lips: "Xuan!"

Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Biwu quickly walked in cautiously.

They were well aware of the pressure and fatigue His Majesty had been under in recent days, so they moved extra slowly, fearing to disturb His Majesty.

As soon as they entered the hall, they said in unison: "Greetings, Your Majesty!" The voice echoed in the empty hall.

Li Chengqian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on the two men for a moment before finally looking at Qin Biwu and asking, "Biwu, how is the General?"

There was a hint of concern in his voice. Li Shimin's safety was of vital importance to him.

Qin Biwu bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the general is doing well! The army will be back in Chang'an within two weeks."

Upon hearing the news that Li Shimin was safe, Li Chengqian nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

In this complex and changing situation, Li Shimin's return may be able to share some of the pressure for him and bring more stability to the court.

"Have you brought back all the Jinyiwei?"

Li Chengqian frowned slightly, a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes, and asked in a flat tone.

Although his face looked a little tired at this moment, the majesty of a king remained undiminished.

"Your Majesty, I have brought them all back."

Qin Biwu answered respectfully with his fists clasped together. He lowered his head, not daring to look Li Chengqian in the eye. His tone was firm and steady, and every word echoed clearly in the empty hall.

"Okay," Li Chengqian nodded slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"You two will be responsible for one thing these days. Ask the Jinyiwei to sharpen the knives for me. I want to use them."

His voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable momentum, as if behind these simple words, there were important decisions and actions hidden.

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Zhang Xianhuai and Qin Biwu responded in unison. They knew in their hearts that His Majesty's order must have a profound meaning. Although they were not clear about the specific reasons, they knew that they only needed to listen to His Majesty.

Zhang Xianhuai felt a pang of sadness when he saw Li Chengqian's haggard appearance.

His Majesty has obviously lost a lot of weight these days, and his once bright eyes are now bloodshot, which are the traces left by countless days and nights of hard work on government affairs.

His lips trembled slightly, and he said with concern in his eyes: "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!"

His voice was a little hoarse and choked with sobs, but in this cold hall, these simple words were full of warmth.

Li Chengqian nodded, forcing a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, Xian Huai, I know."

There was a hint of relief in his eyes. In this complicated and difficult situation, there were still ministers who cared so much about his health, which made him feel a little warm.

But he also knew that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. The situation inside and outside the court was turbulent, the dysentery epidemic had not yet completely subsided, and the aristocratic families were stirring up trouble behind the scenes. He could not slack off in the slightest, and he had to persevere even if his body was extremely exhausted.

This is the emperor's responsibility!

In Chang'an, amidst the prosperous scene, a large mansion is located in Yongningfang.

The housing prices in Yongningfang are extremely high, and it is the favorite place for dignitaries to live.

The rust on the door knocker seems to be the mottled traces left by time, showing the weight of history.

The stone lion in front of the door is majestic, with its mouth wide open, as if declaring to the world the inviolable status of the owner of the house.