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

He said to Wen Ruchu, "National affairs are of paramount importance now. Funerals should be simple. We must not follow the old ways and waste people's time and money."

Wen Ruchu nodded and said, "Your Majesty is wise. I will make the arrangements right away."

Li Chengqian looked at the figure going away and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

The person is gone, and no matter how luxurious the ceremony is, it is just a passing cloud and has no real meaning.

Only when the Tang Dynasty becomes strong and prosperous can my father's spirit in heaven truly rest in peace."

He knew very well that his simple handling of Li Shimin's funeral would inevitably cause an uproar.

Those aristocratic families would certainly seize this opportunity and would soon attack his unfilial behavior in front of the whole world.

Li Chengqian was even too lazy to hold his own coronation ceremony. He didn't care about the rumors, nor was he afraid of the ambitions and conspiracies against him that the aristocratic families might have.

He doesn't care about those empty formalities, he still says the same thing!

The Son of Heaven should be represented by men with strong soldiers and powerful horses!

Instead of relying on Confucian etiquette to maintain status.

He wanted to save more money to develop the military, expand the territory, and make the territory of the Tang Dynasty larger. This was his real goal.

……

On the other side, Li Shimin in Songhua Courtyard was enjoying a relaxing foot bath on the second floor.

The room was steaming hot, and two middle-aged women who still had charm were busy beside him, skillfully helping Li Shimin to clear his blood and qi.

One of them said with a smile: "Sir, you must take good care of your body."

Another echoed, "Yes, our method is sure to make you feel comfortable."

Li Shimin squinted his eyes in comfort and responded with a smile: "Haha, your cooking skills are really good."

The perfect amount of force made Li Shimin feel comfortable all over, as if every pore was cheering.

The lychee wood below continued to burn in the brazier, emitting bursts of warm heat. The whole room was enveloped in this heat, like a fairyland on earth.

Li Shimin was enjoying the comfortable foot bath and sauna at the same time. The feeling made him shiver with comfort. He felt as if he was the number one in health preservation. There was nothing more wonderful in the world than this.

But for some reason, Li Shimin, who was immersed in comfort, suddenly sneezed. He himself felt a little strange and muttered, "It must be a ghost. Why would I sneeze?"

At this moment, the waiter at Songhelou knocked on the door and said respectfully, "Sir, the funeral procession from Chang'an has returned! Please put on your clothes quickly and return to Chang'an!"

Li Shimin, who was dozing off with his eyes closed, enjoying himself to the fullest, suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "What time is it now?"

The waiter replied, "Sir, it's not even noon yet!"

Li Shimin frowned, feeling somewhat unhappy, and thought to himself, "The funeral procession is back so soon?"

According to his own estimation, a round trip from Zhaoling, plus all the complicated ceremonies, would take him until tomorrow.

He didn't expect them to come back today, which completely disrupted his plans.

He said to the waiter dissatisfiedly: "I know."

Although Li Shimin was somewhat reluctant, he slowly put on his clothes.

As he put on his clothes, he muttered, "Really? I haven't enjoyed myself enough yet."

However, it must be said that after this massage and sauna, he felt refreshed, with a warmth emanating from his whole body, as if he had become several years younger.

The two women's massage techniques were indeed quite good, which made him very satisfied.

After putting on his clothes, he left Songhe Tower contentedly, returned to his room, sat on a chair, and waited leisurely for his three old friends to come back.

However, what he didn't notice was that after he left, the owner of Songhelou came out from the corner with a small notebook in his hand.