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

In this ancient and prosperous city of Chang'an, the originally noisy and bustling atmosphere seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand overnight, and the air in the whole city became solemn and subtle.

In the streets and alleys, the original laughter and hawking sounds have disappeared, replaced by a chilling silence, like the suffocating depression before a storm.

"What's going on today? Looking at the situation, I'm afraid something big is going to happen."

An old man on the street frowned and whispered to the person next to him.

"Be silent, for the mouth brings disaster."

Others hurriedly pulled his sleeves.

Teams of Jinyiwei, dressed in Feiyu uniforms and with embroidered spring swords on their waists, were fully armed and rode tall horses as they galloped freely on the streets of Chang'an.

The "clattering" sound of horse hooves on the bluestone road was like the beat of a life-threatening drum, making people tremble with fear.

Even the common people of Chang'an, who were busy making a living all day and were most sensitive to changes in the world, could clearly see from this unusual scene that something big was about to happen in Chang'an again!

The red doors that symbolize the glory and majesty of the aristocratic families were brutally broken into by the ferocious Jinyiwei.

Those people from the aristocratic families who usually lived in high and mighty luxury looked at these court lackeys coming in.

Each of them looks high and mighty, with their eyes wide open and angry!

They didn't understand how these people dared to break into the mansion of the gentry so openly?

Cui Yuanhong of the Qinghe Cui family was a stubborn and self-righteous man who always relied on the prestige of his family.

"Wang Bi, you bunch of bastards! Do you know who I am?"

His eyes were wide open, and his arrogant look seemed to say that he was inviolable.

But he was unaware of the changes in the times and still tried to overwhelm the Jinyiwei with his momentum. As a result, he was kicked to the ground by Wang Bi, a captain of the Jinyiwei. The Embroidered Spring Knife instantly cut across his throat and blood splattered on the wall.

Yang Chongli, a member of the Hongnong Yang family, was timid and cowardly by nature, and usually submissive. At this moment, he was terrified.

"Master Zhao, please spare us. We have never made any mistakes. This must be a misunderstanding!"

His voice was trembling, his eyes were full of fear, and he kept begging, but the only response he got was the cold blade. He never understood until his death that in this cruel situation, weakness could not buy life.

Lu Jing of the Fanyang Lu family was a reckless man who was brave but not wise.

"We will fight you!"

He tried to resist with a sword in hand, but he had no strategy and was only relying on his passion.

In front of the well-trained Jinyiwei, they were vulnerable. He didn't know that acting rashly would only lead to the destruction of the family faster.

There were screams in the mansions of the nobles. The sound was like the wails of evil spirits, echoing in the mansions, then breaking through the courtyard walls and spreading in all directions.

Every scream represents the loss of a life, and every drop of blood tells of this brutal killing.

The Jinyiwei who were in charge of the killing had already been soaked in blood, and their bright and shiny Feiyu uniforms had now turned into dark red blood-stained clothes.

Blood continued to drip from the corners of clothes and the blade, gathering on the ground into shocking pools of blood.

However, they seemed to have no mercy or hesitation at all. Without even having time to clean the blood off their bodies, they jumped back on their horses and galloped towards their next target, leaving behind only the smell of blood in the air and the lingering screams.

After the Jinyiwei left like a gust of wind, the soldiers from the Five Army Camps who were responsible for confiscating the property marched in neat and heavy steps, quickly and orderly surrounding the entire mansion.

They are well-trained and act in an orderly manner.

The soldiers went in and out of the mansion, carrying out priceless gold, silver, treasures, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, silks and satins, and other valuables one by one.

Boxes of valuables were carried out of the mansion. Each box carried the wealth accumulated by the aristocratic families in Chang'an, and also witnessed their current catastrophe.