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...
But as he lay down on the soft bed, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
If you bring along a few concubines and then have some fun on this soft bed, it will surely be a unique experience.
Li Shimin secretly decided that when he returned, he would order someone to make a replica of such a large bed!
No, we should have someone move this big bed away!
This is, after all, the bed I slept in. If I don't move it, who will dare to sleep in it?
Li Shimin fell into a drowsy sleep. The next morning, he was awakened by the chirping of birds in the forest. He got up, changed his clothes, and went to the corridor outside his room. Looking at the misty air in the distance, he felt refreshed and forgot all his worries.
However, just as he was immersed in the beautiful scenery, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle.
"One two one, one two one..."
More than a thousand soldiers from Sanglin Zhechong Prefecture ran past the post station in neat rows.
Li Shimin stood on the viewing corridor, straining to see the leader's face, but he couldn't make it out no matter what he did.
He knew he couldn't see clearly, not because of the morning mist, nor because of the dappled shadows of the trees, but because of something no one could change...
years!
Time is merciless and ages us all!
He's old, his eyesight is failing, and he's lost his former vigor.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to see Li Jue, but he didn't know if the bastard was angry or for some other reason. Since he entered the Zongshan territory yesterday, he hadn't seen the bastard's face yet.
Even when going to the cafeteria, this bastard would make sure to avoid me and only enter the cafeteria after I left.
Could it be that this grandson is really angry with me and harbors resentment towards me?