In the eighteenth year of Zhenguan, Li Jue, who transmigrated and became the son of the废太子 (cancelled crown prince) Li Chengqian, secretly returned to the longed-for Chang'an from Qianzho...
"Da Sun, you can cook?"
Of course!
"I'm a great cook, Uncle Pan Hu loves my cooking the most!"
"This...this..."
Li Shimin wanted to say that the distinction between master and servant was blurred, and that the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches were reversed. But seeing his eldest grandson's happy face, he swallowed his words back.
He secretly thought that when he returned, he would definitely select a few older palace maids to take care of his eldest grandson!
Li Jue happily led Li Shimin to a small courtyard located in the center of the village.
The courtyard was small and no different from other villagers' courtyards, except that there were two stone lions with drums at the entrance, symbolizing noble titles, to show the extraordinary status of the owner.
"Is this your residence?"
"yes!"
"Oh, by the way, without asking Mr. Li for permission, my grandson took the money the court allocated for me to build my mansion and used it to build a school. I hope Mr. Li won't be angry with me?"
Upon hearing this, Li Shimin immediately put on a stern face, picked up Li Jue, and then placed him on the stone lion with drum-shaped handles, slapping his bottom repeatedly.
"Uncle Li, why did you hit me? Ahhhhh..."
"How dare you say that!"
"Unauthorized misappropriation of public funds is a serious crime, tantamount to treason!"
"ah?"
Upon hearing this, Li Jue immediately dared not shout anymore, and could only helplessly endure Old Li's beating.
After hitting him for a while, Li Shimin saw that Li Jue was neither crying nor shouting, and thought that he had hurt the child. So he immediately lifted him off the stone lion.
"What's wrong? Did Grandpa hit you too hard?"
"without……"
"I really didn't know this matter would be so serious. I even asked the magistrate of Xianyang County, and he said that temporarily diverting the funds wasn't a big deal, as long as the mansion was built when the money was available later..."
"Old Li, your grandson really didn't know, sob sob sob..."
Li Shimin was heartbroken to see his grandson crying so hard he looked like a cat with a stained face.
"Silly child, Grandpa was just teasing you!"
"Don't tell me you're only temporarily misappropriating the funds. Even if you burn Xianyang down, your grandfather can still keep you safe!"
"ah?"
"Old Li, what exactly do you do to have such great power?"
"You wouldn't happen to be the emperor, would you?"
When Li Jue said this, he subconsciously took a step back, and the way he looked at Old Li was different from before; he became somewhat afraid and even evasive.
Seeing Li Jue's fearful and terrified expression, Li Shimin felt a pang of pain in his heart.
What is this child afraid of?
Is he afraid of his own grandfather, or of the emperor?
Oh, right!
Back then, it was his own grandfather, who was the emperor, who banished him to Qianzhou when he was only six years old, and he almost died of illness on the way...