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

Li Shimin stood on the top of Jiuyi Mountain. The mountain breeze was blowing, carrying strands of memories of the past, and lingering around him wantonly.

This wind blows through the long river of time, bringing with it warmth and endless melancholy.

"Jingyou, the Zhaoling Mausoleum is just ahead."

Li Shimin leaned over slightly, held Li Jingyou's little hand, and walked slowly. His voice was soft, but also revealed a bit of solemnity.

That gaze penetrated through the layers of mountains and fell directly on the cemetery under construction.

"Aweng!"

Li Jingyou raised his head, his eyes sparkling with intelligence, and nodded obediently.

He was no stranger to Zhaoling. Every year in the past, his grandfather would bring him here to worship his grandmother devoutly.

But recently, the frequency of these worships has become more and more frequent.

Although Li Jingyou is still young, he is delicate and sensitive.

He knew that Aong's good friends had passed away one after another, and Aye and Aong were very sad every day during that period.

In Aong's memory, those old friends of his are all very kind people.

They once held him in their arms lovingly, and magically pulled out delicious snacks to make him happy, and occasionally they would gently pinch his little, no, little thing.

Once upon a time, Li Jingyou was ignorant of the concept of "death".

Until one day, Aung told him solemnly that death meant that the person would never come back, and they could only meet again after he passed away.

At that moment, an indescribable sour fear surged in the little boy's heart.

Li Shimin's eyes were fixed on Zhaoling Mausoleum in front of him.

Under the skillful hands of the craftsmen, large and thick blue bricks are being stacked and covered with cement in an orderly manner.

The cold stone was silent, yet it seemed to be carrying a tremendous weight.

Li Shimin slowly closed his eyes. Every time he came here, the feeling of loneliness that penetrated deep into his bones would overwhelm him like a tide.

His thoughts drifted back to the glorious past, where the stone statues of six horse horses stood beside him, lifelike.

These six horses had accompanied him across the battlefields, fighting north and south. Amidst the glare of swords and spears, they stood by him through thick and thin, serving as his most loyal companions and witnesses of his glorious military exploits.

And Changsun Wuji, the best friend who followed him all his life, even though he committed an unforgivable mistake, Li Shimin still kept the softest corner of his heart for him.

He ordered Zhangsun Wuji to be buried with him in Zhaoling Mausoleum, simply because he was full of hope that in the next life, in that unknown world, they would be able to meet again, drink and talk, and reminisce about the past.

Guanyinbi, his beloved Empress Zhangsun, has been lying quietly in this cemetery for too long.

Her voice, smile, and appearance often appeared in his dreams as if it happened yesterday.

There were also Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Wei Zheng, Li Jing, Tang Jian... Their faces flashed through Li Shimin's mind one by one like a kaleidoscope.

Every face carries a turbulent past, and every past is inlaid with their unwavering loyalty to the Tang Dynasty and to him.

Li Shimin's lips trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be choked by something. Thousands of words surged on the tip of his tongue, but eventually turned into a silent sigh.

He actually just wanted to say softly: "I miss you guys so much!"

Time is merciless, and the heroes of the past have withered away like leaves in the wind.

The ancients are dying one after another, like leaves falling in the wind!

Li Shimin subconsciously held Li Jingyou's hand tightly, as if he wanted to draw a bit of warmth from the vigorous vitality conveyed by this tender little hand to comfort his heart which was becoming increasingly cold under the erosion of time.

At this time, the craftsmen who were working hard on the construction noticed the figures of the old man and the young man.

In an instant, the originally noisy construction site became quiet, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up.

"The emperor is here! Brothers!" a young craftsman shouted at the top of his voice.