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

When he said this, his tone was filled with resentment and resentment, and his eyes flashed with the fire of desire for the throne.

He glanced at the three elegantly dressed men again and raised his voice, "Although I'm not sure, this opportunity is rare. I can only say that instead of letting my eldest brother take the position, you should help me take it. Once I take the position, the benefits to you will definitely be much greater than my eldest brother. One person helping me can increase my chances by 20%!"

His words were like tempting bait, thrown to the three people in front of him, waiting for their response.

The three leading men glanced at each other, their gazes meeting, a thousand messages seemingly conveyed. After a moment, their gazes settled slightly, as if they had reached some kind of consensus.

"Since this is the case, I, the Qinghe Cui family, am willing to lend a helping hand to Your Highness!" One of them said loudly, his voice full of confidence and determination.

"The Lu family of Fanyang is willing to lend a helping hand to Your Highness!" another person said immediately, with ambition flashing in his eyes.

"The Wang family of Taiyuan is willing to lend a helping hand to Your Highness!" The last person also expressed his attitude firmly. The voices of the three people echoed in the hall, making Li Tai's face bloom with joy.

With the help of the three great families, even without the support of those important officials in the court, his bargaining chips are enough! Li Tai was secretly proud in his heart, as if he had already seen the day when he would ascend to the throne.

The Duke of Ying's Mansion in Chang'an.

"Old Sun, your Turtle Breathing Pills will only be effective until midnight tonight. We must all go to the palace to fetch His Majesty and replace the dummy at midnight tonight."

Li Ji looked at Sun Simiao seriously and said, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and worry.

"Why does His Majesty do so many weird things? Faking an emperor's death is unprecedented in history!"

Yuchi Jingde's face was full of confusion. He spoke carelessly and looked with interest at the mannequin on the bed that looked 70% like Li Shimin.

This dummy was made extremely delicately. It was carefully crafted by the King of Medicine Sun Simiao using his superb medical skills, using pig skin and cowhide.

It lay quietly on the bed. At first glance, it was 70% similar to Li Shimin himself. If it rested for a while, it could reach 90% with luck, which was enough to be mistaken for the real thing in a dim environment.

Fang Xuanling glanced at Yuchi Jingde and said leisurely, "Jingde, you don't have so many complicated thoughts and can't see the current situation in the court clearly."

He sighed slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is obsessed with illicit arts and is unable to extricate himself. He is indifferent to the affairs of the court. His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei is eyeing that position covetously."

"His Majesty favors the Prince of Wei and allows him to reside in the Wude Hall. He practically grants every request. Even if we submit a petition, it has little effect. With such a signal, everyone in the court is at a loss as to what to do."

Fang Xuanling continued speaking, his brows furrowed, as if there was an unsolvable fog before his eyes.

"Your Majesty feared a repeat of the Xuanwu Gate Incident, so he faked his death and took a step back. I always feel like everything in the court is silently controlled by an invisible hand."

Having said this, Fang Xuanling closed his eyes and said no more.

Everyone present knew in their hearts that only those few thousand-year-old families could plot against the court and His Majesty!

Their power is intertwined and complex, like a giant python hiding in the dark, ready to devour its prey at any time.

Yuchi Jingde's face turned cold, and he slammed the table and shouted, "Don't worry. The King of Qin holds the bow, and Yuchi Jingde holds the spear. Who in this world can stop us? We were not afraid of the Xuanwu Gate Incident back then, so why should we be afraid of these conspiracies and tricks now!"

His eyes were full of heroism and fearlessness, which was the firmness that came from having experienced countless wars.

Changsun Mansion.