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

Stepping into the hall, he looked calm and slowly sat on the dragon throne that symbolized supreme power, exuding awe-inspiring majesty.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

All the officials paid homage, and the sound was like thunder, echoing in the hall for a long time.

Officials of all ranks came from all directions, filling the entire hall. It was crowded and solemn, and the air was filled with tension and solemnity.

Changsun Wuji's hands and feet were tied tightly and firmly with hemp ropes. The ropes were deeply embedded in his skin, leaving red marks.

He knelt in the center of the hall, his body trembling slightly, looking extremely embarrassed.

A group of officials from aristocratic families knelt tremblingly behind Changsun Wuji. They lowered their heads, but their bodies couldn't help shaking slightly, but they couldn't hide the joy in their eyes.

This will definitely be a great achievement!

Fang Xuanling stood at the head of the civil officials. His eyes were as gentle as water as he looked at the child sitting on the dragon throne with some satisfaction. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he sighed in his heart, "He has really grown up."

Li Chengqian sat on the dragon throne, looking down from above with a sharp gaze. He slowly looked around at the civil and military officials on both sides of the hall, feeling a myriad of emotions in his heart.

The people standing below are the backbone of the Tang Dynasty and the all-star lineup of the Tang Dynasty!

The God of War Li Jing stood at the head of the military officers, his posture as straight as a mountain, his face as calm as a rock. He was like a towering mountain, silently guarding the Tang Dynasty. This is what later generations said, "A good warrior has no glorious achievements."

He just stood there quietly, but he had an invisible aura that made people feel awe.

There are three people closest to the dragon throne, and everyone knows that these three people, who are unknown now, will become the most prominent figures in the Tang Dynasty in the future.

Military advisor Mr. Qi has a face as thin as a bamboo and eyes as deep as the abyss, shining with wisdom, as if all the changes in the world are within his calculations, and his eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

General Qin Ruzhao is as burly as a bear and as heroic as a sword. That is the domineering nature honed through countless battles. Every move he makes is fierce on the battlefield.

The guard Zhang Xianhuai has a sharp gaze like lightning. He is always vigilant and pays attention to the movements around him. He is like a cheetah ready to pounce, guarding Li Chengqian's safety.

Li Chengqian’s ability to accumulate such a huge family fortune is inseparable from the full support of these three people. They are like Li Chengqian’s left and right arms and his solid backing.

"Come here, untie Lord Changsun."

Li Chengqian gave an order in a loud and majestic voice.

Two soldiers from the third battalion stepped forward quickly. They were agile and moved like the wind, and they deftly untied the hemp rope on Changsun Wuji.

After being untied, Changsun Wuji knelt on the ground and slowly raised his head. His face was covered with tear marks and his turbid old eyes were full of regret.

Looking at his nephew sitting on the dragon throne, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer. Two lines of turbid old tears flowed down his face. The tears were like a river bursting its banks. His voice was choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, this old minister is foolish! This old minister fabricated the imperial edict and deserves death. I have no face to see the late emperor!"

As he spoke, he slammed his head against the ground, knocking it hard, over and over again, each time filled with endless regret, as if he wanted to pay for all his sins through this kowtow, and blood soon seeped out of his forehead.

Li Tai gritted his teeth, biting his lips until they bled. He stepped out of the crowd, walked heavily to Changsun Wuji's side, and knelt down with a thud. The sound was particularly loud in the silent hall.

"Your Majesty, I, your humble servant, colluded with Zhangsun Wuji to fabricate the imperial edict. I am guilty of the death penalty!"

Both of them buried their heads deep in the ground, waiting for Li Chengqian's decision.

None of their confidants spoke out to persuade them at this moment. The whole hall suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of everyone's breathing could be heard. The breathing was rapid and heavy, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed to be solidified, and the air seemed to become sticky.