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

Feeling the familiar warmth of his wife, Wei Zheng's heart was filled with reluctance. He lowered his head slightly and gently rubbed Pei Lingxuan's graying hair with his chin, murmuring, "I like you, I like you so much, but this time together is too short. When I think about parting with you soon, I feel so sad, my lady."

After a pause, he raised his head again, his eyes filled with earnest requests, "Madam, I have one more thing to trouble you with. Please help me ask the Emperor and my old friends. I have a lot to say to them. Please."

Pei Lingxuan leaned in Wei Zheng's arms, unable to hold back her tears any longer.

She nodded vigorously and said with a sob: "Okay, husband, you must wait for me to come back, you must wait for me!"

After saying that, she slowly stood up, wiped the tears from her face hastily with her sleeve, and walked quickly towards the door.

Her steps staggered a little, but she did not stop at all.

Looking at Pei Lingxuan's departing back, Wei Zheng smiled helplessly and shook his head, his eyes revealing deep reluctance.

He knew that his life might be coming to an end, and all the glory and honor, setbacks and hardships he had experienced would become a thing of the past.

But at this final moment, what he couldn't let go of most was the country and people of the Tang Dynasty, as well as those old friends who had gone through the ups and downs with him.

In Tian Ce Mansion, Li Shimin was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, teasing the young Li Jingyou with a loving face.

The little guy was amused and giggled, waving his hands happily in the air. His clear laughter echoed throughout the yard, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet afternoon.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence. Pei Lingxuan rushed into Tiance Mansion like a madman, completely disregarding the rules and etiquette that a woman of the Pei family always respected. Her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and despair.

"Retired Emperor, Retired Emperor, please go and see my husband! He is dying and he wants to see you!"

Pei Lingxuan cried out loudly, her voice filled with tears, "Please ask the Emperor to go see him!"

As she spoke, she looked at Li Shimin, tears welling up in her eyes, and her eyes were full of helplessness.

When Li Shimin heard Pei Lingxuan's words, his face turned pale instantly and he almost dropped the toy in his hand.

He stood up suddenly, his heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and it suddenly skipped a beat.

A sense of fear came over me.

"Madame Sun, please take good care of the prince for me!"

After saying that, he didn't care about his appearance anymore, turned around and rushed out of the house.

In his panic, his shoes and socks fell off, but he was completely unaware.

Before leaving, he shouted to his attendants, "Go and call everyone else!"

Li Shimin ran all the way, the wind whistling past his ears, his mind was blank, only Wei Zheng's seriously ill figure kept flashing.

He recalled the heated arguments he had with Wei Zheng in the court over the years. Although those outspoken advice often embarrassed him, he knew better than anyone that Wei Zheng was the backbone of the Tang Dynasty and his indispensable friend. He was the one who could mercilessly pour a basin of cold water on him and keep him sober when he was overwhelmed by victory.

The small house of the Wei family was filled with a depressing and solemn atmosphere.

Fang Xuanling was sitting in a wheelchair and was slowly pushed into Wei Zheng's room.

He looked quietly at Wei Zheng, whose face was flushed, without saying a word.

Their eyes met, and it seemed as if thousands of words were flowing in this silent gaze.

They have known each other for many years and have assisted Li Shimin in creating the prosperous Tang Dynasty. After going through many ups and downs, they are now in their twilight years. Looking at Wei Zheng's current appearance, Fang Xuanling feels emotional and sad. Those days when they had struggled together seem like just yesterday.

Li Shimin's anxious voice came from outside: "Xuancheng, Xuancheng. I'm here to see you!"

There was a hint of trembling and panic in his voice.

Li Shimin rushed all the way into the room and saw Wei Zheng sitting on the bed with a flushed face and a radiant look. He was stunned at first, then he breathed a sigh of relief and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He gasped for breath and looked at Wei Zheng with concern in his eyes: "Xuancheng, you...you scared me to death!"

Wei Zheng looked at Li Shimin's flustered appearance and noticed his lost shoes and socks. A warm feeling surged in his heart and turbid old tears flowed out unconsciously.

"Your Majesty, you are here! I have been waiting for you. I have so much to say to you!"

Li Shimin walked quickly to Wei Zheng's bed, sat down, reached out and held Wei Zheng's somewhat cold hand tightly.

"Xuancheng, you say, I'm here, I'm listening!"