Zhang Jiuling, who had met Li Shimin, regained his full power.

One child per day.

The officials inside and outside the court, throughout Chang'an City, were crying and screaming.

Now, Li Linfu's lackeys are once again becoming restless.

Are they going to kill or torture him!

Can't we get a definite answer!

Li Linfu, exhausted, took leave and rested at home, imitating Zhang Jiuling from before and shut himself off from guests.

But he was not Zhang Jiuling after all, even if he intended to receive guests.

Those officials who still relied on him would not let him easily escape the whirlpool.

Li Linfu's residence.

One faction after another fell.

Those who have not yet been affected.

Either they are cunning old foxes or they are insignificant.

"Lord Li, since His Majesty has lost interest in court affairs, isn't it time to deal with that old fox Zhang Jiuling?"

Someone couldn't help but make an unreasonable suggestion.

The cunning old fox naturally had to speak up: "Deal with him? We are retreating step by step now. How can we deal with an old geezer?"

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

The impatient one asked.

The cunning old fox remained silent because he didn't know what to do either.

In the end, everyone turned their gaze to a weak-looking Li Linfu.

"Lord Li, please come up with a plan soon. Zhang Jiuling has gone mad recently. Anyone who has had contact with us, whether big or small officials, is being relentlessly pursued by the Imperial Censorate. We can't afford any more losses!"

The impatient one continued to spread negativity.

A crimson light flashed in Li Linfu's eyes. He closed his eyes, pinched his brow, and when he opened his eyes again, only fierceness remained.

He exhaled slowly and, under the eager gazes of everyone, calmly said:

"To be honest, a few days ago, I received a letter from Youzhou."