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

"It's really the Emperor Emeritus!"

Exclamations rang out one after another in the crowd, and then everyone saluted Li Shimin in unison with respectful expressions.

Li Shimin came often, and over time, these craftsmen had become familiar with the appearance of the retired emperor.

Li Shimin smiled gently and raised his hand to wave at them.

The entrance to Zhaoling is now open, as if silently calling out.

In the corridor, the eternal lamp flickered, and the faint light struggled in the darkness, as if it could go out at any time.

This light is just like Li Shimin's mood at the moment. Although he perseveres tenaciously in the torrent of time, he can't hide his fatigue and vicissitudes.

Li Shimin stood quietly at the entrance of the corridor, like a solidified statue, standing there for a long time.

Li Jingyou hugged Li Shimin's thigh tightly, raised his head, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Aunt, are we not going in this time? When can I go in to see Grandma?"

Li Jingyou really couldn't understand why his grandfather would go through so much trouble to climb up Mount Jiuyi, but would always stop at the gate of Zhaoling Mausoleum.

He could clearly feel that Grandpa's hands were trembling slightly. Grandpa looked like this every time he came here. The complex emotions contained in the trembling made the little boy feel confused and distressed.

It wasn't that Li Shimin didn't want to go in, but the emotions deep in his heart were too turbulent. He was afraid that once he stepped through that door, the strong line of defense he had painstakingly maintained would collapse in an instant.

The doctor had solemnly warned him that his physical condition was worrying and he must not be too happy or too sad, otherwise his condition would recur and no medicine could cure it.

Now he no longer fears death. At certain moments, he even feels a desire to be reunited with his deceased relatives as soon as possible.

But he didn't dare to die, and couldn't die.

Jingyou has not yet grown up, and Li Chengqian often does things that are hard to understand. The future of the Tang Dynasty now rests entirely on his shoulders.

How could he leave with peace of mind?

He must persevere, to see Jingyou ascend to the supreme throne with his own eyes, to ensure that the Tang Dynasty can be smoothly inherited and prosper.

Li Shimin slowly reached out his hand and gently touched Li Jingyou's little head, muttering to himself in a soft voice: "Guanyinbi, did you see that? Jingyou is one year older. I brought him to see you again. Are you doing well there?"

His gaze passed through the long corridor and seemed to see the gentle face of Empress Changsun. She was smiling sweetly, just as always.

"I still remember you staying by my side, giving me advice and sharing my ups and downs."

“Those days are the most precious memories of my life.”

"Now, although I own the whole world, the prosperity of this palace can never be exchanged for your company."

"After you left, I often saw you in my dreams, but every time I woke up, I was faced with only this empty palace."

"How I wish I could hear your voice again and feel your gentle touch once more."

"The Tang Dynasty is now back on track, and the people are living and working in peace and contentment, but I know that all this is inseparable from your contribution.

"Jingyou is a very intelligent and kind-hearted child. I believe that under his rule, the Tang Dynasty will become even more prosperous."

"I only hope that you can protect him from heaven and let him grow up safely and smoothly."

"I often wonder what it will be like when I meet you again a hundred years from now."

"I will tell you every detail of these years. I think you must be looking forward to that day too."

Li Shimin's words were gently lifted up by the mountain breeze and drifted away slowly.

Li Jingyou snuggled up to him quietly. Although he couldn't fully understand the deep meaning of Aong's words, the affectionate tone made him feel lost.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually fell on Zhaoling Mausoleum.

Li Shimin glanced at Zhaoling, took Li Jingyou's hand, and slowly turned around.