Transmigrated into Li Chengqian, he effortlessly ascended the throne and became emperor.

In the first month of the first year of the Zhenguan era, the Tang Dynasty had just emerged from the ruins of the war at the end of the Sui Dynasty. On the third day of the first month, Li Shimin held a grand banquet for his officials.

Taiji Palace, outside the Liangyi Hall.

The warm winter sun shines on the white marble steps, reflecting a dazzling halo. Compared to the solemnity of Xiande Hall, Liangyi Hall appears even more magnificent and luxurious today.

The vermilion pillars are entwined with dragons and phoenixes, and hundreds of palace lanterns illuminate the hall as if it were daytime. The floor heating is scorching hot, and the swirling incense makes one feel as if they are in a warm spring.

Today, Li Chengqian wore a very festive scarlet brocade robe with dragon patterns, and the collar and cuffs were trimmed with snow-white silver fox fur, which made his delicate and exquisite face appear even whiter and more translucent.

As the "mascot" of the Tang Dynasty and Li Shimin's beloved eldest son, his position was naturally very special—a small table covered with thick cushions was placed right below Li Shimin's dragon throne.

This is against the rules, but Li Shimin is the rule now.

"Yu Nu, are you cold?"

After receiving the congratulations from his ministers, Li Shimin turned around and shook his son's little hand.

"Father, it's warm in the palace." Li Chengqian obediently returned the handshake, blinking his big eyes, and lowered his voice, "But Father, this crown looks heavy, aren't you tired?"

Li Shimin felt a warmth in his heart, laughed heartily, and casually pinched his son's cheek: "With Yu Nu's words, even if I were carrying Mount Tai, I wouldn't be tired."

The assembled officials watched this scene of filial piety and parental love, some with envy, some with jealousy, and others with thoughtful expressions.

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui exchanged a glance, their eyes full of smiles: "The Crown Prince is benevolent and filial, His Majesty is compassionate and loving. The Tang Dynasty is as stable as a rock."

Only Wei Zheng, sitting in the corner, kept a straight face, but after looking at the festive day of the Lunar New Year, he ultimately swallowed his advice.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the dancers took the stage.

The once noisy hall suddenly fell silent, followed by a burst of deep and rapid drumbeats. As the drumbeats quickened, the hall doors swung open, and 120 dancers clad in silver armor and wielding long halberds surged in.

The powerful singing echoed throughout the hall, moving from left to right, from side to side, like fish swimming in formation and geese flying in a line, like winnowing baskets spreading their wings.

Li Chengqian's eyes widened, and he forgot to eat the half-peeled orange in his hand.

It was absolutely stunning.

He actually saw the "Qin King's Battle Song," a piece that had long been lost in the modern world.

He secretly glanced at his cheap old man beside him.

At this moment, Li Shimin had completely lost his usual gentle and refined imperial demeanor.

His hand gripped the armrest of the dragon throne tightly, his knuckles white, his eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he stared intently at the dance performance below.

His body leaned forward slightly with the beat of the drums, as if he were about to draw his sword at any moment and jump down to charge into battle with his old comrades.

That was his glory, an immortal monument he forged with half a lifetime of blood.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall reached its peak.

The generals who followed Li Shimin in conquering the world all had red eyes and were breathing heavily.

This is their youth, this is the achievement they risked their lives for!

Although the civil officials had not experienced such a life-or-death moment, they were also intimidated by this overwhelming momentum, and each of them wore a solemn expression, not daring to utter a sound.

Even the usually picky Wei Zheng looked solemn at this moment, with a hint of awe in his eyes.

Finally, with the last deafening drumbeat, the 120 dancers knelt down with a thud, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they were one person.

"May the Great Tang Dynasty prosper! Long live His Majesty!"

Li Chengqian let out a long breath and then realized that his palms were covered in sweat.

No wonder Li Shimin became the "Heavenly Khan"; this martial spirit and self-confidence ingrained in his bones were the true essence of the Tang Dynasty's golden age.

Li Shimin snapped out of his reverie, looked at the kneeling soldiers in the hall, and then at the moved ministers, a proud smile playing on his lips.

"My lords," Li Shimin began, "this melody was created by the soldiers and common people themselves. Although it is a war song, the lyrics are not ornate, unlike the elegant and refined 'Ode to Wende,' which conforms to the musical scale. But..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those who had once risked their lives alongside him, his tone becoming solemn: "My achievements, the foundation of the Tang Dynasty, are built upon this. The reason I had this music displayed at the grand banquet is to remind myself, and also to all of you—building an empire is difficult; never forget your roots!"

As soon as he finished speaking, both civil and military officials were moved.

Just then, an elderly man dressed in a purple robe with white hair and beard stepped forward.

He was Feng Deyi, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

This person served under three emperors: the Sui Dynasty, Li Yuan, and Li Shimin. He was a well-known figure in the officialdom, and his greatest skill was reading people's expressions and taking advantage of their positions.

Feng Deyi, his face beaming, bowed deeply, his posture utterly humble, yet his voice betrayed an undisguised fawning: "Your Majesty is too modest! In my opinion, the magnificence of this music is a true symbol of Your Majesty's divine might!"

He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Li Shimin, and loudly proclaimed, "Your Majesty has pacified the realm with divine martial prowess; how can any praise of your virtue compare to such a magnificent display!"

This flattery was perfectly timed, and Li Shimin was very pleased, but humility was still necessary.

Li Shimin then smiled and said, "Civil virtue and military prowess each have their own time. For you, Feng Qing, to say that civil virtue is inferior to military prowess is a bit of an exaggeration."

Feng Deyi was a shrewd man and reacted instantly.

His Majesty is making it clear that the Tang Dynasty will prioritize civil administration from now on!

"Your Majesty is wise!" Feng Deyi reacted swiftly, immediately prostrating himself on the ground in a gesture of utter trepidation. "Your Majesty was short-sighted, only admiring Your Majesty's divine might, forgetting Your Majesty's virtue and wisdom in governing the country! Your Majesty's words have enlightened me, and I am filled with shame!"

Seeing that he had given enough of a warning, and not wanting to embarrass his old minister during the New Year, Li Shimin waved his hand and said with a smile, "Alright, Minister Feng is sincere. There's no need to be so formal at this grand banquet. Rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Feng Deyi felt as if he had been granted a pardon, wiping away cold sweat as he returned to the ranks.

"Yu Nu, what are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."

Suddenly, Li Shimin's gentle voice reached my ears.

Li Chengqian came to his senses and found that Li Shimin had already sat back down and was looking at him with great interest.

"Father," Li Chengqian blinked, offering Li Shimin a neatly peeled orange, without a single white pith, "Chengqian is thinking, Father, what you said just now was really good. But..."

"But what?" Li Shimin ate the orange from his son's hand and immediately found it sweet and refreshing, which put him in a great mood.

"But Chengqian thinks that Father looks the best whether he's wielding a sword or a pen!" Li Chengqian looked up at his father with admiration. "When Father was watching the dance, his eyes were as fierce as a tiger's; and when he was explaining things, he was as learned as a teacher. Chengqian wants to be like Father in the future, skilled in both literature and martial arts!"

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin paused for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter. He then scooped Li Chengqian up in his arms, placed him on his lap, and pointed at the assembled officials below, saying, "Did you all hear that? The Crown Prince must learn from me and become a wise ruler skilled in both literature and martial arts! This is a blessing for the Tang Dynasty!"

Upon hearing this, the courtiers all raised their cups, shouting, "Long live Your Majesty! Long live His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Amidst the jubilant chants of praise, Li Chengqian leaned against Li Shimin's broad embrace, when suddenly something occurred to him.

Since the "Qin King's Battle Song" is so amazing, why not... have the system copy the score and arrange an enhanced version another day?

For example, could you add some cigarette light effects or something?

After all, as the number one green tea in the Tang Dynasty, she naturally had to be careful to keep her father happy.