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

A bitter smile appeared on Li Chengqian's lips, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe it's the butterfly effect from my time traveling here. You died so early in this life. Eight years earlier than in history. I know you didn't do it on purpose. You simply doted on Qingque and didn't have any other intentions."

His voice was low, as if he was telling his father a secret.

"Qingque isn't inherently bad, but is easily deceived. Father, you don't know that in the last life, when Li Chengqian rebelled, you didn't kill him, but demoted him to a commoner. That's why I, as the eldest brother, didn't kill Qingque either."

"Zhangsun Wuji is your best friend, and I want him to enjoy his old age."

"It's really hard to imagine that my father is Li Shimin."

Tears welled up in Li Chengqian's eyes as memories flooded back like a tide. All the little things his father and mother had done for him when he was a child flashed in his mind like bright stars.

"Your son will take care of your affairs after your death, but everything will be kept simple, without any extravagance or waste. The country needs development now, and I hope you can understand."

"Your son has also prepared a posthumous title for you."

"Same as before."

"arts."

"Temple name: Emperor Taizong of Tang."

"Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin."

"I think the civil emperor is not as powerful as the military emperor, but who says civil emperors are better than military emperors? This is all I can do."

Li Chengqian's words were choked with sobs. He held back his tears and tried to keep his voice steady.

After saying that, Li Chengqian slowly stood up, turned around and left.

His footsteps were heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.

When he reached the gate of Daming Palace, Li Chengqian stopped. He raised his head slightly and looked towards the sky, his eyes full of determination.

"I will be far superior to all the emperors of the past!"

After saying this, he straightened his back and left the Daming Palace with a heart full of ambition.

Inside the Liangyi Hall, sunlight shines through the carved windows onto the ground, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.

Li Chengqian sat quietly at his desk, his brush dancing across sheets of Xuan paper like a nimble sprite.

The soft rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the Xuan paper was exceptionally clear in the silent hall.

Each piece of rice paper was filled with his thoughts on how the Tang Dynasty should be governed in the future.

The reform method of distributing the tax on land to households was like a sharp blade, aimed at breaking the traditional tax and labor service system.

Make taxation more fair and reasonable, and no longer place excessive burdens on the poor.

The unified tax payment by the gentry was like a blockbuster bomb, impacting the long-standing privileges of the gentry class and making tax payment no longer the exclusive privilege of ordinary people.

The public ownership of fire consumption was like a rein that strangled officials from corruption and standardized the tax collection process.

These three reform methods were later called the methods that time travelers must use, as if they were three magic keys to open the door to a prosperous era.

Li Chengqian knew very well that as long as these three reforms were implemented, the country would surely become strong, and then the national treasury would be truly full.

In fact, these three reforms were not unattainable fantasy for emperors of all dynasties.

We can already see some clues from Zhang Juzheng's "One Whip Method" in the Ming Dynasty.

However, throughout the long course of history, among so many emperors, only Emperor Yongzheng dared to stand on the side of the common people and openly confront the gentry and officials of the world.

With fearless courage and firm determination, he thoroughly implemented these three reforms.

It is a pity that this great feat of his was criticized by scholars after his death.

Those writers held their pens like sharp swords, ruthlessly stabbing his spine.

However, just one year after his son Qianlong came to power, he destroyed his father's life's work and abolished these three decrees in exchange for the support of the literati and officials all over the world. This is undoubtedly a great tragedy in history.