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

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is young and promising. With the help of Your Majesty and the support of these troops, he will surely ensure the eternal stability of our Tang Dynasty."

He took a step forward and bowed slightly, as if expressing his respect to Li Shimin.

"Your Majesty, rest assured. I, this old minister, will definitely assist His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and live up to your trust."

……

"By the way, who should we send to attack Tubo?"

Li Shimin asked again with some curiosity.

"Your Majesty, it's Li Jing."

Fang Xuanling replied, a hint of confidence flashing in his eyes.

"General Li Jing is renowned for his bravery and strategy. If he leads the army against Tubo, we will surely achieve victory."

"Li Jing, the destruction of Tubo is not a big deal. We brothers should go find Xueyantuo to play with."

A hint of excitement flashed in Li Shimin's eyes, as if he had regained the passion he had when fighting on the battlefield in his youth.

"If I'm lucky, I might even be able to catch up and participate in the battle to destroy Tubo!"

"Your Majesty, you are a man of ten thousand gold. Now let the young generals lead the charge."

Fang Xuanling hurriedly advised him, as he was worried that Li Shimin might make a mistake on the battlefield.

"If anything happens to you..."

His eyes were full of worry, and his brows furrowed again. The deep wrinkles were filled with concern for Li Shimin's safety.

"Have the funds for destroying Tubo been calculated?" Li Shimin did not respond to Fang Xuanling's dissuasion, but changed the subject.

Fang Xuanling shook his head. "Your Majesty, we haven't had time to calculate it yet! The Ministry of Revenue has been extremely busy these past few days."

As he spoke, he gently stroked his beard with his hand. The beard was black and white, like a special mark left on him by the years.

"But rest assured, Your Majesty, I will urge the Ministry of Revenue to calculate the accounts as soon as possible to ensure the smooth progress of the war."

"That's good!"

Li Shimin nodded, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Fang Xuanling looked at the wrinkles at the corners of Li Shimin's eyes, his eyes couldn't help but warm up, and his voice choked.

"Your Majesty, you must take good care of yourself during this expedition against the Xueyantuo! You are old, and you are no longer young!"

His eyes were full of sincere concern, which was the embodiment of the friendship between the monarch and his subject over the years. His voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of losing this emperor who was both his king and his friend.

Li Shimin smiled, he walked forward and took Fang Xuanling's arm.

"Don't worry, my dear Lord Fang. I am the Grand General of Heavenly Strategy. My father has bestowed upon me the title of Grand General. There is no battle I cannot win!"

Li Shimin said this with great confidence, as if time had not taken away his bravery.

"Your Majesty, I know you are unparalleled in your bravery, but the battlefield is dangerous. I hope you will be more careful."

Fang Xuanling held Li Shimin's hand tightly, his eyes full of reluctance and worry.

"This old minister awaits your majesty's triumphant return."

"Lord Fang, what posthumous title did Cheng Qian give me?"

Li Shimin had been worried about the posthumous title because his coffin had not yet been buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum. He had wanted to ask about it before, but was afraid, fearing that his rebellious son would take revenge on him and give him a bad posthumous title.

Fang Xuanling saw the worry in Li Shimin's eyes and smiled slightly. The smile was like a spring breeze, warm and gentle.

"Your Majesty, your posthumous title has already been chosen, Wen!"

He said softly, a look of relief in his tone.

"This is the most wonderful posthumous title specially chosen for you by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Temple name Taizong!"

……

"Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin!"

Li Shimin muttered it to himself, tears gradually welling up in his eyes.

"Good, that's great, I'm satisfied!"

His voice was choked, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Fang Xuanling looked at Li Shimin with tears in his eyes. He was happy for the emperor and felt at ease about the future of the Tang Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, you have made outstanding contributions throughout your life and you deserve this posthumous title." His voice trembled slightly, full of respect for Li Shimin.

"Your Majesty, your coffin will be laid to rest tomorrow and buried in Zhaoling Mausoleum!"

"Got it. I'll have to take a good look around the streets tomorrow. There won't be many people who can see my funeral procession!"

Li Shimin said generously, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.