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

Wei's house, this small mansion, has been shrouded in a haze in recent days.

Wei Zheng had been bedridden for quite some time, leaving this once upright and famous official of the Tang Dynasty emaciated.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the small table beside the bed was piled with various medicine bowls and herbs.

Outside the window, the sun shines, but it seems unable to dispel the depression in the house.

Wei Zheng lay quietly on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes sunken and his look revealed fatigue.

His breathing was weak and heavy.

On this seemingly ordinary day, a miracle seemed to happen quietly.

Wei Zheng moved his body slowly, then struggled to sit up.

This action seemed to break a long-standing balance.

Pei Lingxuan, who was busy boiling medicine outside, didn't notice anything unusual in the house.

She stood by the stove intently, her eyes fixed on the medicine jar, fanning herself intermittently with the fan in her hand, and silently praying in her heart that her husband's condition would get better soon.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of Wei Zheng sitting up out of the corner of her eye. She was stunned at first, and the fan in her hand stopped in mid-air for an instant. Then, she stood up in a panic and took a few steps to Wei Zheng's bedside.

"Husband, are you feeling better?"

There was a hint of surprise and a bit of worry in Pei Lingxuan's voice. She reached out and carefully supported Wei Zheng, her eyes eagerly searching for the answer on his face.

A faint red glow appeared on Wei Zheng's face, a kind of vitality that had not been seen for a long time.

He raised his head slightly, looked at his wife who had been with him for many years and never left him, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Madam, I'm much better. I want to ask you something."

Although his voice was still weak, it revealed a unique firmness.

Looking at Wei Zheng who suddenly became energetic, Pei Lingxuan felt an indescribable joy in her heart.

These days, she has been staying by her husband's side day and night, watching him suffer from illness and feeling extremely anxious.

Now, seeing that he could sit up and talk, how could she not be happy?

"My dear husband, you speak, I am listening!"

Pei Lingxuan held Wei Zheng's hand tightly.

Wei Zheng smiled gently, and that smile contained endless attachment.

He slowly stretched out his other hand, held Pei Lingxuan's hand, which was full of traces of time, and gently stroked it, as if recalling every little detail of the past.

"Madam, you are generous, kind, gentle and virtuous. Over the years, you have given so much to me."

"Being able to meet you, know you, and stay with you in this world is the greatest blessing in my life, Wei Zheng."

"But I know my body is in such bad condition now, I am afraid that I don't have much time left."

"If one day, your husband is really gone, you must live well and don't be too sad."

"Shuyu, Shuyu, Shuwan, and Shulin have all grown up and are promising. They will be filial to you and visit you often."

At this point, Wei Zheng's eyes revealed a hint of distant reminiscence, as if he had returned to the moment when he first met Pei Lingxuan. "How fast things have gone, Madam. When your husband first met you, you were just a young girl."

"Time flies by now. We have been through ups and downs together. You have also suffered a lot with me. Your former appearance has gradually aged and you have become the old woman you are today."

Hearing Wei Zheng's words, Pei Lingxuan's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

She suppressed the grief in her heart, forced a smile, and said in a feigned annoyance, "What's wrong, husband? Lingxuan has become an old woman, so you don't like her anymore, husband?"

Wei Zheng felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw his wife forcing a smile.

He gently pulled Pei Lingxuan to his side, stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly. He used his last bit of strength to give her a little warmth and comfort.