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

His son was able to fill the vacancies of Chang'an officials accurately and quickly within one day, like a magical chess player. This was indeed his ability.

But Li Shimin was still a little worried, as he didn't know the abilities of these newly appointed officials.

But what frightened Li Shimin was the rules his son changed. It was like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, causing huge waves.

This approach of speaking the truth reminded him of Emperor Yang of Sui in the previous dynasty. Similar scenes kept appearing in his mind, making him worried.

But on closer thought, something seemed different. His son seemed to be very rich, with a wealth that seemed endless, even the national treasury could not compare to it.

It is precisely because of this that the son speaks with full confidence, and perhaps those seemingly absurd policies can actually be implemented.

Li Shimin thought that many of the policies coincided with his own ideas, such as road construction.

He had the idea of ​​building roads a long time ago. Roads are like the blood vessels of a country. Only when they are unobstructed can the Tang Dynasty prosper.

But unfortunately, the money in the national treasury had to be used for more important things, so the road construction had to be postponed again and again.

Seeing Li Shimin's silence, Fang Xuanling interrupted and said, "Your Majesty, I think the Crown Prince is a great leader."

There was a firm belief in his eyes.

Li Shimin looked at Fang Xuanling and smiled, with a hint of ridicule in his smile.

"Why, Lord Fang? My son has improved the salaries of officials. Does that make him a great ruler?"

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Fang Xuanling shook his head seriously.

"No, the scourge of aristocratic families has always been considered a stubborn disease by emperors of all dynasties. It is incurable, like a cancer in the bone, corroding the very foundations of the dynasty."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince has such ambition and the means. If he can eradicate the scourge of the aristocratic family, history will record the Crown Prince's achievements."

"The chaos hasn't started yet, so don't worry. If chaos does start, we'll see what His Royal Highness will do."

"If it is resolved with lightning speed, the scourge of the aristocratic families might actually be resolved during the Crown Prince's reign. The official vacancies can be filled. If the new officials are truly capable and do not come from aristocratic families, then the court will not be paralyzed, and the aristocratic families will not be so troublesome."

When Li Shimin heard Fang Xuanling's words, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, as if he saw the glorious future of the Tang Dynasty.

"If the trouble with the aristocratic family is truly resolved, then it won't matter if there are some disturbances."

"Cheng Qian is right. The emperor is not elected by officials."

"The one with the strongest army and the most powerful horses is the emperor."

I agree with Cheng Qian's point of view.

"As long as the court isn't paralyzed, some disturbances are to be expected."

"If the noble families dare to cause trouble, then at worst I will just serve as General Tiance of Cheng Qian for once."

"Xuanling, call them over tonight to discuss matters."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Fang Xuanling took the order and left...

Daming Palace.

It is solemn and dignified here, yet there is a hint of sadness.

Li Shimin's coffin was placed quietly here, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Li Chengqian dismissed all the eunuchs and palace maids around him, and he was the only one left in the huge palace.

He slowly moved a chair, which made a slight friction sound, which was particularly clear in the silent hall.

He sat silently in the hall, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Father, long time no see."

Li Chengqian's words echoed in the empty hall, his voice trembling slightly, as if traveling through time and space, carrying his deep longing for his father.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad, and that sadness came like a tide, drowning his heart.

In any case, the person lying in the coffin is his biological father in this life, the one who was once an incomparably tall and god-like existence in his heart.

"Father, Cheng Qian has become the emperor. He didn't kill Qing Que and Zhang Sun Wuji. Isn't that enough to give you face?"