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

Hearing Wang Yi call him a "villain," the crowd erupted in commotion. Several members of the Wang clan glared at him, their eyes blazing with anger that threatened to consume him.

"Wang Yi, you have completely ruined the pride of the Taiyuan Wang family!"

An old man with white hair and beard shouted angrily, his voice became hoarse with anger, and the wrinkles on his face were distorted by emotional excitement.

Zhang Xianhuai passed by Wang Yi and glanced at the tough old man with interest, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes: "Who are you?"

"Pooh!"

The old man spat on the ground.

But his provocative behavior immediately brought punishment from the Jinyiwei.

A Jinyiwei punched the old man in the face without hesitation.

Suddenly, blood flowed out of the old man's mouth, and two teeth fell to the ground mixed with blood.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xianhuai frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes: "He's already this old, don't do anything to him, how many years can he live?"

"Have we, the Jinyiwei, forgotten our tradition of respecting the elderly and loving the young?"

He said this in a mock angry tone, the teasing voice making the air around them tense.

The Jinyiwei who had just struck someone immediately bowed and said calmly, "Commander, I know I was wrong."

Zhang Xianhuai nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the old man again, his face changing to a gentle expression: "Old man, who are you from the Wang family?"

The old man looked at Zhang Xianhuai viciously, and the hatred in his eyes was as real as substance.

"Pooh."

He spat out another mouthful of blood onto the ground.

"I am Wang Rusong, the cousin of Wang Qizhao. What do you think of me, young man?"

"You are nothing but the tyrant's lackeys. Even if you have the upper hand today, you will surely be destroyed tomorrow!"

His words were full of provocation, and he completely ignored the Jinyiwei around him.

Hearing Wang Rushong's words, Zhang Xianhuai smiled and clapped his hands. The applause sounded particularly harsh in this depressing environment.

"As expected of the uncle of the Wang family's patriarch, he's even tougher than the young men in your Wang family."

"I heard that tough people like you care about face the most. You are so tough, maybe you want a reputation?"

"Then as a junior, I will do whatever it takes to help you."

He paused, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"I will definitely give you a death that will go down in history! You will be remembered forever by future generations."

"Then I'll give you an anal fissure death."

As soon as Zhang Xianhuai finished speaking, Wang Rushong's expression changed immediately.

His face, which had turned red with anger, instantly turned purple, and the provocation in his eyes was replaced by fear.

He was not afraid of death, but he could never accept such a humiliating death.

"What's wrong? Old man, why are you looking so blue? This is a good way to die."

"Don't you Wang family all use beauty paper? My method has the same effect."

Zhang Xianhuai laughed sarcastically.

"Be prepared for the ignorant big dog and the three-day tumbler."

"Then tie this old man to the pillar."

"Find someone to record it carefully. When I get back, I'll ask the historian to write it down for him and pass it down to future generations."

His tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, but the content was horrifying.

"Why are you just standing there? Send the old man west."

Zhang Xianhuai waved his hand as if to shoo away a fly.

Two Jinyiwei immediately stepped forward, one on each side, and dragged Wang Rushong away like a dead dog.

Wang Rushong struggled desperately, cursing constantly.

"You will die a miserable death, you bastard official!"

His old voice was sharp with fear and anger.

"I'm already this old! How could you do something worse than an animal?"

"You bastard! You will be punished by God!"

He continued to shout loudly, and his powerful curses echoed in the secret room.

Zhang Xianhuai just scratched his ears, as if he didn't care about the curses at all.