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

Li Jiming's face was full of helplessness at this moment, and his originally bright eyes had lost their luster.

When the school's exam results were announced, she was ranked last again.

This resulted in her pocket money being severely deducted by her husband. Now she even had trouble filling her own stomach, so how could she have any money left to buy snacks?

She bit her lip and reluctantly took out a crumpled test paper from her schoolbag, on which were written the four big words "Three-Year Simulation".

She said with a hint of pleading in her voice, "Little Auntie has no money! But I've given you my summer homework. If the teacher asks about it, Jingyou, you can say on my behalf that you accidentally lost my homework. Okay? Got it?"

Li Jingyou's little eyes were filled with great confusion. He seemed not to understand why his little aunt gave him this strange thing, but he still nodded obediently.

Li Mingda watched this scene from the side and couldn't help but chuckle with his hands covering his mouth. He thought to himself that this little nephew was forced to bear such a "big pot" at such a young age, which was really cute and funny.

Li Shimin stood aside, watching all this quietly, without saying a word, but with a smile on his face.

His eyes revealed an unprecedented contentment and peace, and he just indulged Li Jiming's mischief and ignored it.

At this moment, he was filled with emotion. The Battle of the Western Regions had become the last battle in his glorious life.

Looking back on the past, those years of war and battle seem to be still before his eyes, but now, he enjoys this simple and warm life very much.

In the sanatorium, every month Sun Simiao would bring a group of highly skilled doctors to perform detailed physical examinations for everyone. From emperors and generals to ordinary servants and guards, everyone could enjoy this meticulous care.

Thanks to the contributions of those Japanese pirates, Xianyang's medical field has made great breakthroughs and achieved a qualitative leap.

Surgery, a medical skill that was once despised, has gradually become popular in major medical clinics, bringing new hope to countless patients.

The headache that once troubled Li Shimin and Li Mingda has not recurred for a long time under such good medical conditions and careful nursing.

Li Shimin thought that this might be because he was in a good mood and had a peaceful state of mind.

If there was anything in this seemingly perfect life that made him feel a little dissatisfied, it was Wei Zheng, the stubborn and loyal old man.

Today, the traces of time are clearly visible on Wei Zheng's body. His steps have become unsteady and heavy, and every step seems extremely strenuous.

But even so, every time he saw Li Shimin, he would try his best to straighten his bent spine, and talk to Li Shimin in a slightly trembling voice. After he finished speaking, he would never stay, but turn around and leave slowly.

Li Shimin no longer felt the anger and impatience he had felt towards Wei Zheng. On the contrary, he began to worry about Wei Zheng's physical condition.

After the results of his last physical examination came out, he learned that the old guys who had fought side by side with him and jointly created the prosperous Tang Dynasty were no longer in good health.

Li Jing, the famous general, is already 76 years old. Since returning from the battlefield, his health has been deteriorating. Now it has become extremely difficult for him to even get out of bed and walk. His former heroic spirit has long been worn away by the years.

The same was true for Fang Xuanling. He was drowsy and listless all day long. Most of the time he could only sit quietly in the yard, basking in the sun. He was already 68 years old this year.

Although Wei Zheng was in good mental condition, he was already 67 years old after all.

Time is like a ruthless blade, leaving indelible scars on them.

Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh in his heart that time flies like a white horse. In the blink of an eye, he would be fifty years old next year.

Sometimes, when he thought back to the days when he was the King of Qin, he felt as if it were a distant dream.

At that time, he was full of ambition and was determined to pacify the world and create an unprecedented prosperous era.

However, he is now graying and entering old age.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would occasionally think that even he, Li Shimin, who was respected as the "Heavenly Khan", would one day face death. Whenever this thought flashed through his mind, a sense of inexplicable fear would inevitably well up in his heart.

However, whenever the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the window, he opened his eyes and felt the warmth and tranquility of his old age, that fear would gradually dissipate.

He silently hoped in his heart that he could at least live another twenty years, right?

He longed to see with his own eyes his two beloved daughters, Ayuan and Sizi, wearing phoenix crowns and bridal robes, getting married in a grand ceremony, and living a happy and fulfilling life.

He also hoped to pass on the imperial knowledge and statecraft accumulated throughout his life to his grandson without reservation, so that the Tang Dynasty could continue to prosper and maintain long-term stability in the hands of future generations.