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

In this vast world, no matter which dynasty or era, or which land, if there is someone who is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and dares to say that a person who is not an emperor actually has the appearance of a real dragon, such outrageous remarks, once heard by others, will inevitably bring about fatal disaster no matter where and when he is, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his entire clan will be implicated.

That is a blatant blasphemy against imperial power and is unacceptable to the world.

At this moment, in this underground palace, at the headquarters of the Shadow Secret Guard, when Zhang Xuanwei blurted out "The Marshal is the true dragon!", everyone's reaction was truly surprising.

Everyone seemed to be exceptionally calm, and what Zhang Xuanwei said did not stir up too much waves in their hearts.

If Zhang Xuanwei knew that Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang were secretly pondering and discussing his remarks in their hearts.

Zhang Xuanwei would probably walk up to Di Renjie without hesitation and whisper to him, "Little Di, did you know that your sister Wu is actually a true dragon?"

After hearing Zhang Xuanwei's answer, the Marshal was silent for a moment.

His eyes revealed a complicated expression. After a while, he slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he laughed: "Not bad, Mage."

"Back then, Yuan Tiangang also told me that I had the appearance of a true dragon."

"But in this world, only Your Majesty is the one and only True Dragon Son of Heaven, ruling the rise and fall of this vast country."

"In front of Your Majesty, a true dragon is nothing but a loach."

"I was just asking casually just now, just as a little joke, Master, don't take it too seriously."

Having said that, the Marshal's tone paused slightly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, staring straight at Zhang Xuanwei, and then he suddenly pointed his finger at the hammer officer standing beside him.

"Now, I'd like to hear, Master, what do you think of this Hammer Officer? How does his luck compare to that of Your Majesty?"

The Marshal's voice was oppressive, locking Zhang Xuanwei tightly, making it impossible for him to escape and forcing him to face this sudden problem head-on.

When Zhang Xuanwei heard the Marshal's words, especially the last question, his heart skipped a beat and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. Although he tried his best to hide his inner panic, his pupils dilated for a moment and inadvertently revealed his inner uneasiness.

In this brief moment, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Xuanwei's mind quickly, but in the end, he still didn't dare to speak easily. He just lowered his head slightly and nodded gently with extremely obscure movements to avoid causing more trouble.

A smug smile suddenly appeared on the Marshal's face.

He stood up suddenly, raised his hands high, looked up at the dome of the hall, and let out a deafening, almost crazy laugh: "Ahahahahahaha, it's done! I've finally done it! With the power of science combined with metaphysics, who in the world can compete with me! Ahahahahahahaha!"

The Marshal's laughter was filled with an indescribable excitement.

Di Renjie and Wu Meiniang stood aside, quietly watching the Marshal's sudden crazy behavior. Although they did not show too much surprise on their faces, their eyes revealed the helplessness that they had long been accustomed to.

After a long while, the Marshal's laughter finally died down, and the lingering sound that echoed in the hall gradually dissipated.

Seeing the time had come, Di Renjie stepped forward and, with a hint of doubt, expressed a question that had been pent up in his mind for a long time: "General, there is something I have always been unclear about, and I would like to ask you for your advice."

"Why did His Majesty choose Sister Wu and me, two insignificant county magistrates?"

"I am really puzzled. I hope the Marshal can help me solve this puzzle."