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

The entire city of Chang'an was plunged into an unprecedented panic. The nine gates of Chang'an had long been tightly closed, and each gate was guarded by elite soldiers and generals.

At the city gate, soldiers were holding weapons, powerful crossbows and strong bows.

He watched every move in the city with a serious expression.

They were like a solid line of defense, isolating Chang'an City from the outside world, while also firmly locking away the fear and despair within the city.

On the streets of the city, the nobles, under the desperate protection of their own guards, ran around in panic like dogs that had lost their homes.

Their former nobility and dignity have long since disappeared, and there is only endless fear and escape from death in their eyes.

However, the Jinyiwei are chasing them like a shadow, how can they escape this pursuit that is like a dragnet?

Those usually pampered noble children had already lost their composure at this moment, running out of breath and in a mess.

"A tyrant! A tyrant!" Cui You, a member of the Cui family, was an extreme and impulsive person. His face was full of grief, anger and despair. He shouted this sentence with his last bit of strength.

However, before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed, and his head rolled to the ground. Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground red.

There was still fear of death and unwillingness to accept his fate in his eyes.

"Heaven is so unfair!" Li Boyang of the Longxi Li family was a pedantic and stubborn old aristocrat. He shouted tremblingly, his eyes full of tears.

"I've done good deeds all my life, why did I end up like this?"

He has always adhered to his so-called good intentions and principles, but he did not know that in the struggle between imperial power and the gentry, these could not be a reason to avoid death. What responded to him was the ruthless footsteps of the Jinyiwei.

"You bastard Cheng Qian! How dare you do this!" Li Qiwen of the Zhaojun Li family was a conceited and stubborn young aristocrat.

He roared and tried to rush towards the Jinyiwei, his eyes full of anger and disdain, but was stabbed through the chest.

He kept his eyes wide open and full of hatred until his death, and he was unwilling to accept the fact that the emperor had taken action against the aristocratic families.

"tyrant!"

"The Li Tang dynasty will end in your hands!"

"You will surely follow in the footsteps of Emperor Yang of Sui!"

When the nobles were about to die, they cursed and swore endlessly.

One after another, nobles uttered the most vicious curses against the young Majesty in the last moments of their lives.

Their words were filled with hatred, anger and despair, as if they were using these final cries to express their resistance to the disaster.

Of course, in this bloody and chaotic scene, many people knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Sir, please let me go. I am willing to be your slave!"

Cui Xianzhi of the Boling Cui family was a coward who was afraid of death. He shed tears and kowtowed frequently. His former pride and dignity had long been thrown out of the window. He only hoped to have a chance of survival.

The various aspects of life are vividly displayed in this scene where life and death, blood and tears are intertwined. It is nothing more than an interweaving of cruelty and helplessness.

But in the end, death is inevitable.

Amidst the chaos and bloodshed, Zhang Xianhuai's face was stern, his eyes revealing coldness and determination. He led a team of Jinyiwei troops to search the homes of dignitaries house by house.

He searched every room and every corner to see who dared to go against the will of the world and secretly keep the nobles!

Anyone who dares to go against Your Majesty will die!

"Brother Li, help!"

Outside the Prince of Hengshan's Mansion, Cui Lin's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were wide open with fear, veins bulged on his forehead, his lips trembled, and he knocked desperately on the heavy door of the mansion. The sound echoed in the silent street, seeming particularly abrupt.

Every move is about life and death.

His hands were already red and swollen from beating, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment. He kept shouting, and his voice was filled with tears.

As soon as the servant of the Prince of Hengshan's Mansion pulled open the bolt, the door creaked and opened a crack.