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

After hearing Fang Xuanling's explanation, Li Shimin finally understood why these people came in with gloomy faces.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a mixture of emotions. Attacking aristocratic families—what a heavy and sensitive topic.

Throughout the dynasties, which emperor did not want to take action against these aristocratic families? Did they not dare? Of course not.

The real reason is that it is not possible!

Children of aristocratic families have books in their hands, which are a treasure trove of knowledge. In this era of limited cultural heritage, books mean wisdom and power.

If the imperial court wants to govern the world, the first thing it has to do is rely on the children of aristocratic families for help.

Killing may be easy, but once you kill indiscriminately, the consequences will be disastrous.

When the court is empty due to killing, the government will inevitably be neglected, and the aristocratic families will watch coldly from the sidelines. The overthrow of the dynasty is like the collapse of a building, which is only a matter of a moment.

This was just one reason. The emperor's decrees were often only effective in limited areas like Chang'an City, making them difficult to implement at the local level. Local governments were controlled by various small aristocratic families, who were responsible for disseminating the court's decrees to the people.

In this era, governing the country requires the assistance of the aristocratic families, disaster relief requires their resources, the selection of officials cannot avoid their recommendations, and paying taxes also requires their cooperation.

If the relationship between imperial power and the aristocratic families wasn't properly handled, the downfall of a great dynasty would be imminent. Even the always wise and powerful Li Shimin began to suffer a headache at the thought. He pressed his hands against his temples, trying to ease the pain.

"What's the situation now? How many people have been killed?"

Li Shimin asked with a frown, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Today, all those involved in the rebellion have been killed by His Highness the Crown Prince. They were immediately taken out of the Taiji Hall and beheaded at the Meridian Gate. These people come from all the major families."

Fang Xuanling spoke slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"As for the rest...I don't know either."

He shook his head helplessly, his face full of worry.

Li Shimin seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He collapsed in his seat, his eyes full of despair, and sighed helplessly.

"It's me. I didn't teach Cheng Qian well. I didn't tell him how to be a good emperor."

His voice was a little hoarse and full of self-blame.

"It seems that the Tang Dynasty will follow the same fate as the Sui Dynasty and perish in the second generation. The feud between my Li family and the aristocratic families now seems to be irreconcilable."

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, "Tomorrow you will follow me to the palace. Even if the Li Tang Dynasty is to perish, it must not be at the hands of Cheng Qian, who will bear the same eternal infamy as Emperor Yang of Sui.

Let me, Li Shimin, bear the guilt of this subjugation of our nation!"

Li Shimin's eyes flashed with brilliance, just like when he was the general of Tiance.

Even at this moment of life and death, he still has his own sense of responsibility, which is the responsibility of a king.

"Your Majesty!" Fang Xuanling and others could no longer bear it.

He knelt on the ground with a plop, tears in his eyes, which showed his admiration for Li Shimin and his worry about the fate of the Tang Dynasty.

At the time of Si, the ministers who were going to court rushed to the gate of the palace one by one.

Unlike yesterday, there are many new faces in today's team of officials.

They were dressed in official uniforms of various ranks, brand new and neat. The only thing these young officials had in common was their youth and vigor.

Their faces are as energetic as the rising sun, and their eyes sparkle with anticipation for the future.

Compared with the old ministers in the court who have experienced many vicissitudes of life, they are like a fresh spring breeze blowing into this ancient and dull officialdom.

Even Fang Xuanling, an old man, felt younger when he sat in the carriage and looked at the young officials outside.

The vibrant atmosphere seemed to have a kind of magic that made him temporarily forget the gloom in the court.