Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

"Grandpa, you've now even got to hold the Emperor's grandson! I wonder, Brother, does this mean you've fallen out of favor? Hehe..."

In the garden behind the Xiande Hall of the East Palace.

Compared to when they parted last time, the Fifth Prince, Prince Chu, Li You, was noticeably thinner and darker, but his eyes were clearly brighter, and his demeanor was more composed. He spoke while letting out a teasing laugh.

This prompted Crown Prince Li Chengqian to roll his eyes.

In the distance, not far away, the one-year-old grandson of the Tang Dynasty, Li Yutong, who would become the crown prince of Li Chengqian, was being carried on the shoulders of the retired Emperor Li Yuan, sitting astride his neck.

I let this little guy run around the garden with me.

It occasionally let out strange monkey-like cries to coax children.

The old man and the young man were quite happy.

The little guy, Li Yutong, who already had white baby teeth, rosy cheeks, and a tattered red cotton robe with dragon patterns that exuded a festive New Year's atmosphere, was amused and giggled.

He kept calling out "Aye" repeatedly.

This made Li Yuan, the retired emperor of the Tang Dynasty, even more energetic.

The Crown Princess's personal maid, who was following behind, was quite frightened. She nervously kept up behind, constantly making lifting motions, afraid that she might drop the only grandson of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and cause him any harm...

Before Li Chengqian could say anything, the sixth prince, Prince Liang, Li Yin, chuckled twice.

"Is Fifth Brother jealous of his nephew Xiangyu? He finally made some achievements in Lingnan Province. In the past, he would have been richly rewarded and honored. Now, although he has achieved this glory, the Emperor Emeritus only has eyes for my brother Xiangyu."

Perhaps because he had been playing the role of the Great Demon King in front of Princess Kim Seung-man in Silla for so long, Lee Yin himself did not realize that his tone of voice had also taken on a strange and peculiar quality.

This left the surrounding brothers speechless.

Li You sighed helplessly, "Sixth Brother, I advise you to stay in Chang'an for a while longer, otherwise I'm really worried that you'll turn into something strange the next time I see you."

Li Chengqian and the others burst into laughter instantly.

This caused Li Yin's face to flush instantly.

"I, Li Yin, have always spoken like this, Fifth Brother, please don't insult me... In Silla, I was known as the Wise King!"

The laughter grew even louder.

Aren't you the wise king?

With tens of thousands of troops under your command and the support of the Tang Dynasty, and now the Queen of Silla has become one of the Crown Prince's concubines, would any of the ministers in Silla dare to call you a tyrant?

This year, the Tang Dynasty royal family was reunited on this rare occasion, even though it was a traditional festival.

Although the Third Prince, Prince Li Ke, is still in Arabia, he spent some time with Consort Yang in Chang'an before leaving. Now that Consort Yang sees that her youngest son, Li Yin, is also in good health, her smile is noticeably brighter.

Meanwhile, Li Chengqian was chatting with his brothers in the Eastern Palace.

Empress Zhangsun, Consort Yang, Consort Yin, and other concubines of Emperor Zhenguan were busy in the inner palace with His Majesty.

"Your Majesty, that's not allowed..."

"Your Majesty, wouldn't it look better this way?"

"......"

The sweet, melodious voices of the imperial harem, coupled with the backdrop of the palace where many bawdy jokes and anecdotes have been passed down through the ages, make it seem as if His Majesty the Emperor is doing something absurd again, enjoying the pleasures of separation.

however.

At this moment, He Ding, the emperor's personal eunuch who was guarding outside the palace, knew very well that His Majesty the Emperor was indeed doing important business.

Moreover, it was a rare and important matter that Empress Zhangsun and many of the concubines collectively supported.

Qin, the female official in charge of the Imperial Clothing Bureau in making royal robes, was sweating profusely and holding a small notebook in her hands.

She looked hesitantly at these important people in front of her, each one of whom was someone she couldn't afford to offend.

Consort Yang bit her red lips lightly and reached out to stroke the shoulder of the mannequin in front of her.

"The blue embroidered brocade on the shoulder scales seems a bit too aloof, sister. Why not change the color?"

The female official's expression froze again, and she turned her head blankly to look at Empress Zhangsun, the "Chief Supervisor of the Dragon Robe".

The latter also paused for a moment, pondered for a while, and then nodded slightly.

"Indeed, it's a bit too colorful. While the blue background might give off a somewhat aloof feeling, adding gold patterns and golden birds and beasts makes it quite noble..."

She turned to look at Lady Qin: "Lady Qin, do you have a blue that is more approachable yet still aloof than this one?"

Qin female official: "......"

Consort Wei suddenly interjected, "It would be best if it could also give people a sense of broad-mindedness and heroic spirit."

Qin female official: "......"

Before she could even figure out what kind of blue this "blue" meant by the clients who could control her entire clan, she was already in a predicament.

The Emperor Zhenguan, who had been frowning as he surveyed the eunuchs and examined the crowns on their trays, grew increasingly impatient.

"Is this all the skill I have in employing these royal craftsmen, whom I spend so much of my own money on every year?"

"Look at all this! Just because I said I wanted a golden crown, does it have to be made of gold? Does my crown prince wear such vulgar and materialistic things?"

"Replace them all! Replace them all with unparalleled gold, gold that is as high as the heavens!"

Qin female official: "......."

In the end, even the female official from Qin didn't know how she walked out of the Lizheng Hall.

Back at the Imperial Wardrobe, she looked up at the twilight sky, another day drawing to a close, as if in a dream.

His empty eyes were filled with doubt.

What is the approachable yet aloof blue?

What is gold that is unparalleled in the world and equal to the heavens?

After His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Empress personally warned and instructed them, Qian Lou, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and Li Junxian, the commander of the Hundred Cavalry Division, two secret agents who were openly and secretly under the Crown Prince's command, were appointed to their posts.

They all chose to remain silent.

The Emperor and Empress wanted to give the Crown Prince a surprise, but it wasn't anything particularly important. As his subordinates, they could still tell what was important and what wasn't.

This torment lasted for more than a month, almost two months.

It mobilized the efforts of thousands of top embroiderers and numerous gem and royal craftsmen.

After Emperor Li Shimin activated his financial power and passive imperial skills, the royal craftsmen, whose power was activated by the nine generations of their clan, finally managed to produce a dragon robe that was "barely acceptable" in the eyes of the emperor and empress, under the extreme conditions available.

When does Your Majesty plan to give it to Gao Ming?

A brand-new dragon robe, even more luxurious and elegant than the one worn by Li Shimin, was displayed on the shelf.

The air in the Ganlu Palace seemed to be filled with a dragon aura.

Empress Zhangsun awaited the question.

Li Shimin stroked his chin, having already decided on the timing.

"I originally planned to give this to Gaoming on his birthday in June, but after much thought, I'm certain that rebellious son won't accept it, and in the end, I'll still be the one who loses face..."

Emperor Taizong's self-awareness left Empress Zhangsun and the others with an indescribable, strange feeling.

I wanted to laugh, but I felt it wasn't quite appropriate.

"Why not just send the things to the Crown Prince's Palace, without even telling him to wear them? That rebellious son is, after all, the future emperor. Surely he'll be willing to give it a try?"