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

The mood was so grief-stricken that even the eunuchs and maids guarding the door could not help but feel deeply saddened by the death of His Majesty. They also sobbed softly, and the entire Daming Palace was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

Fang Xuanling took Sun Simiao to the front of Li Shimin's body. Sun Simiao looked solemn. He first pressed a few acupoints on Li Shimin's body with skillful and precise techniques.

Then, he pulled out the antidote for the Turtle Breathing Pill from his pocket. He carefully placed it in a small, delicate bottle. He opened the bottle cap and poured the antidote into a small bowl. After gently rinsing it with water, he used a small spoon to gently pour it into Li Shimin's mouth, moving with great care, fearing even the slightest mistake.

In a moment, Li Shimin, who was supposed to be a corpse, began to cough slightly. The sound was particularly clear in the silent hall.

His pale face slowly began to soften and turn rosy, as if life had returned to his body.

Until he opened his eyes, he saw Fang Xuanling making a hushing gesture to him. Li Shimin understood, nodded gently, and then slowly crawled out of the coffin.

Cheng Yaojin was still crying loudly. While crying, he took out the dummy from the sack quickly and covertly.

He put on Li Shimin's mourning robe on the mannequin, and the mannequin looked quite lifelike under the candlelight.

After changing, he handed Li Shimin a piece of silk clothing to change into. The whole process was completed in one go.

When everything was done, Cheng Yaojin's cries gradually faded. He took advantage of Li Ji's cries and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for putting you in the sack. I, Old Cheng, will carry you out of the palace!"

Li Shimin nodded, his eyes full of gratitude. He patted Cheng Yaojin on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, my dear!"

By the time the group swaggered out of the palace and returned to the Duke of Ying's Mansion, it was already getting light. At five o'clock in the morning, Chang'an City began to come to life, and the early risers had already begun to prepare for the new day.

Everyone quickly untied the sack on Cheng Yaojin and released Li Shimin.

Fang Xuanling's eyes filled with tears. He fell to his knees with a plop, his voice choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"

Li Shimin smiled and shook his head. His smile was filled with a hint of fatigue and relief. "My dear Lord Fang, please get up quickly. Li Ji, go get me something to eat. I'm starving!

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will have my servants bring some food right away."

Li Ji replied respectfully.

He turned around and was about to go out to prepare meals for Li Shimin, but was stopped by Sun Simiao.

"General Li, please prepare some liquid food for His Majesty. Soup or porridge would be best. His Majesty cannot eat meat right now!"

Sun Simiao said with a serious expression.

He stroked his gray beard and looked at Li Ji seriously.

Li Ji nodded solemnly: "Understood, Divine Doctor Sun."

Then he gently pushed the door open and went in to arrange the meal.

Li Shimin sat on the bed, feeling weak all over and without any strength.

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde stood on either side, one on the left and the other on the right, like two door gods, watching Sun Simiao taking the emperor's pulse without blinking.

Sun Simiao stroked his graying beard and said, "Don't worry, everyone. His Majesty is fine. He just hasn't eaten for a long time and his body is weak. As long as he eats something, he will be well in two days!"

His words undoubtedly gave everyone a reassurance, and everyone's anxious hearts were finally relieved a little.

Li Shimin looked at Fang Xuanling and asked slowly, "Lord Fang, has there been any trouble in Chang'an since my death?"

Fang Xuanling frowned, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes: "Your Majesty, you can say there is trouble, or you can say there is no trouble. The whole of Chang'an is too peaceful, so peaceful that everyone thinks Your Majesty is still alive."