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

"What are you doing?"

Her voice was loud and echoed in the empty hall. The gong hammer in her hand flew up and down without any sign of stopping.

Di Renjie, Wu Meiniang and Zhang Xuanwei stood aside and witnessed the sickle officer's actions. They looked at each other in astonishment, all with stunned expressions on their faces.

Why would this Shadow Secret Guard act like this?

With such casual noise and bustle, where is the solemnity that a mysterious organization should have?

This was completely different from their previous imagination and understanding of the Shadow Secret Guard. The mysterious filter they had in their minds about the Shadow Secret Guard began to show cracks.

"Okay, okay, stop hitting me! It's coming, it's so noisy! I'll wear a mask!"

Following a hurried voice, a figure hurriedly flashed out from one side of the hall.

The man wore a mask with a lifelike hammer pattern carved on it.

Then, another more powerful voice rang out from the other side of the hall: "Sister Sickle, stop hitting! It's coming! It's too noisy!"

I saw a tall and burly man striding towards me. On his forehead was a unique mark of hammer and sickle patterns intertwined and combined into one, exuding a unique aura of majesty.

The clothes of these two people were a little messy, obviously they came in a hurry, and there was no order at all.

Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt and surprise.

From each other's eyes, they both saw disbelief at the scene before them.

Is this the legendary Shadow Secret Guard?

Are these two people who seem to act so casually really members of the Shadow Secret Guard who are carrying out confidential missions?

The awe they had felt for the Shadow Secret Guard had now largely dissipated, replaced by deep confusion.

"Let me introduce you."

At this moment, the clear voice of the sickle officer broke the brief silence.

She pointed at the man wearing the hammer mask and said, "The one with the hammer on the mask is Officer Hammer, and he's at the same level as me."

Then, she turned her gaze to the man with the unique pattern on his forehead, and said with a hint of respect, "As for that man, he's the immediate superior of our Shadow Secret Guard. He reports directly to His Majesty. You can just call him Marshal."

The man called the Marshal seemed a little dissatisfied with the sudden noise.

He casually straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, then strode towards the dragon throne with his head held high.

Under the gaze of everyone, he turned around without any hesitation and sat down steadily on the dragon throne, naturally and without any sense of incongruity.

This sudden scene made Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang open their eyes wide, with surprise written all over their faces.

They never imagined that this so-called marshal would be so presumptuous as to dare to sit on the dragon throne casually.

This was not only a blasphemy against the imperial power, but also a strong blow to their inherent ideas.

Compared to them, Zhang Xuanwei, who was following behind, reacted even more violently. His body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened instantly, and he stared at the Marshal and the Hammer Officer intently, his expression frozen in an instant, motionless.

His mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something, but it seemed like something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.

Because he clearly saw that the Marshal was faintly emitting a unique aura - the appearance of a true dragon!

This is a facial feature that only emperors have, symbolizing the power that is destined by heaven.

And that hammer officer frightened Zhang Xuanwei so much that he almost cried out.

Above him, the true dragon and all living beings appeared clearly!

That look, that demeanor, is exactly the same as that of the current emperor, without any difference!

Zhang Xuanwei only felt his head buzzing, and everything went blank in an instant.

His heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably, and the "thump, thump" sound of his heartbeat was particularly clear in his ears.

His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his mind was in chaos, countless thoughts flooded in like a tide, but dissipated in an instant, leaving only a huge question mark.

what is happening?

Hasn’t Your Majesty already gone to lead the army in person?

This true dragon is unique in appearance and is a special mark bestowed upon Your Majesty by God. How could there be a second one?

In his entire life, Zhang Xuanwei had only seen His Majesty possess such a unique destiny, and this had become a deeply ingrained perception in his mind.

But now, another person with the same destiny actually appeared before his eyes.

His body began to tremble slightly, not because of fear, but because the shock deep in his heart had reached its peak.

For a moment, Zhang Xuanwei was completely stunned. He stood there, unable to extricate himself.

His eyes kept moving back and forth between the Marshal and the Hammer Officer, trying to find some answers from them.

Could it be that it wasn't His Majesty who led the army in person?

Could it be that the hammer official in front of me is the real Majesty?

But how is this possible?

Your Majesty is extremely noble, how could you be inferior to others?

Even if there is another person who possesses the true dragon appearance, then Your Majesty should be the commander-in-chief!

What is going on here?

Zhang Xuanwei was struggling in his heart. He didn't know whether to believe his own eyes or stick to his long-held beliefs.