"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

There were cautious calls, and in the luxurious and magnificent palace, the emperor sitting on the throne slowly opened his eyes.

The extravagant indulgence that had soaked in for several years returned to the emperor's countenance.

He furrowed his brow and looked around.

This palace feels somewhat familiar, uncertain, let's take another look.

Li Shimin calmly launched an oppressive aura, and the people around him instantly knelt down in a rush.

Without paying attention to the silent palace maids, Li Shimin wondered in his thoughts.

Am I not dead?

The thought emerged, and a vast wave of memories rushed into his mind.

From a child with a yellow mouth to his death.

In an instant, Li Shimin, who had seen the ups and downs of Li Longji's life, became furious.

Misused relatives bring chaos to the court.

The An Lushan Rebellion causes turmoil in the country.

The Ma Wei Incident: troops mutiny, concubines killed, fleeing for life.

Worthless scum!

How could the prosperous era created by my hard work end up in the hands of a wasteful and reckless person like you?

In the first half of my life, I was still a person, so why did I become completely useless in the second half?

Indulging in pleasure, I won't say anything about it. After all, as an emperor, there are really not many who can govern diligently like me for a lifetime.

But actively pursuing my son's wife.

Throughout history, only you, this wasteful and reckless person, have done such a thing, right?

If it weren't for being accustomed to being an emperor and having the skill to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses in front of me.

Li Shimin was afraid that he would have to start by beheading a few heads to barely quell the anger in his heart.