The rebellious grandson of Emperor Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty: Please, Your Majesty, be called Cro

Chapter 127 Li Shimin: That brat only wants to avenge his father.

The emperor roared in extreme anger, causing the dust floating on the Liangyi Hall to fall in a flurry.

However, no one was even shocked by Li Shimin's sudden roar. All eyes were on the woman's dress that had rolled out of the box and was now lying on the ground, thrown directly by Li Shimin.

On the day of the Xia sacrifice, first, the emperor is humiliated with poems, then he is humiliated again by wearing women's clothing — screech —

Even those relatives who initially looked down on Li Xiang now felt a surge of admiration for him.

It can be said that even after Li Xiang finished writing the antithesis, he turned into a wisp of smoke.

Or perhaps, he could simply ride away on a crane.

It would be much more acceptable than suddenly pulling out a set of women's clothing to humiliate the emperor!

Is someone even human who would go to such lengths to court death?

Li Xiang stood there, pointing to the floor-length dress, his expression calm and composed, and said in a clear voice: "Since Your Majesty is indulging in banquets and pleasures, and reveling in past glories, and has no heart to worry about the suffering of the people, you may emulate the women in the deep palace, sitting comfortably in the deep palace, accompanied by music and banquets every day."

"Why should one occupy such a high position, controlling the fortunes and misfortunes of the people?"

"This gesture perfectly complements the occasion."

"If Your Majesty truly cares for the nation, then you should accept this other gift," Li Xiang said.

Only then did everyone realize that besides the woman's clothing, a black book had rolled out of the box. In the hall, Li Tai's fat face suddenly stiffened; he had already recognized what the book was.

"Injustices in the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river."

"This is far from the time for Your Majesty to indulge in pleasure."

After saying that, Li Xiang pulled Li Jue along, and amidst the respectful farewells of the clan members, they ran off after showing off.

Before leaving, he nodded slightly to Princess Chang Le, who was filled with worry and fear, as a way of acknowledging her kindness in pleading for him.

He turned to Princess Gaoyang, who was still stunned and in shock, and raised an eyebrow playfully, with a hint of mischievous provocation.

"Brother, brother!" Li Jue looked up at his brother as he stepped out of the hall.

Just now, having witnessed his elder brother argue righteously in court and leave the furious emperor speechless, the little fellow was both frightened and excited. His cheeks flushed red, and he clung to Li Xiang's sleeve, refusing to let go.

"I want to study and learn from you! The poem you just composed, brother, was truly beautiful!"

Li Xiang was secretly pleased, but he smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing to mention, nothing to mention."

The poem I just wrote was already deliberately subtle, out of consideration for Princess Chang Le's feelings.

Originally, he had planned to deliver a hellish speech: "Shang Yang knows the strength of a horse, Bi Gan sees the heart of a person. Li Yuan has no eldest son, Shimin has no elder brother."

Although I didn't manage to get Li Er to kill Sun Quan today, my favorability towards Li Er must have dropped significantly. It should be negative by now, right?

Moreover, he successfully tossed the booklet of incriminating information to Li Er in full view of everyone.

The purpose of the blacklist of aristocratic families that Li Chengqian presented was to sow discord between these families and Li Tai. Although it covered many figures from these families, the charges were merely listed in detail, lacking concrete evidence.

Therefore, when the booklet was in Sun Fujia's hands, it couldn't be used immediately because Sun Fujia didn't have time to collect evidence.

If a great deal of time and energy is spent secretly collecting relevant evidence, it might indeed be possible to divide and control a group of powerful families and form a force.

But Li Xiang had no intention of winning over or manipulating those aristocratic families. In his hands, this booklet could at most be used to intimidate those naive young masters from powerful clans. He neither had the leisure nor the ability to collect evidence of their crimes one by one.

Those powerful and influential families are incredibly shrewd; as soon as they notice the slightest clue, they will definitely clean up any mess.

It would be better to hand this book of incriminating information to Li Er and force him to oppose the powerful clans. After all, the only person who can convict someone without evidence is the emperor.

As long as the booklet is in Li Er's possession, the aristocratic families will be filled with anxiety, fearing that one day the emperor's sword will be held to their necks.

Even if Emperor Taizong of Tang (Li Er) is still a coward and doesn't dare to touch the powerful clans, he can still make them more alienated from him and hate him even more for the guy who handed the book to the emperor.

Moreover, most of the powerful families were Li Tai's faction, so his loss undoubtedly threw Li Tai into a panic.

This is killing three birds with one stone. Not only did it anger the emperor, but it also offended the Prince of Wei and the powerful clans. Aren't these two forces now desperately trying to get Li Er to kill me?

Feeling confident that his plan to court death was on track, Li Xiang smiled and was expelled from the palace under the watchful eyes of the strange-looking imperial guards.

Taiji Palace, Liangyi Hall.

The summer sacrificial banquet, which was supposed to last until night, ended abruptly. Emperor Li Er was so angry that he suffered another headache, and all the imperial relatives and former court officials naturally took their leave.

Princes Li Tai and Li Zhi were sent on behalf of Li Shimin to escort back many relatives and guests. In the vast Liangyi Hall, only a few close ministers such as Chu Suiliang and some palace servants and eunuchs who served Li Shimin remained.

Li Shimin leaned back on his throne, his face still showing anger. The woman's dress was still lying on the ground, as if it had been stained with something unclean. Since the emperor had not given any orders, everyone deliberately pretended not to see it.

However, Li Shimin had already ordered that the booklet be picked up.

"————That brat." Li Shimin rubbed his temples, feeling the blood vessels on both sides of his head still throbbing.

"The fact that I haven't been driven to death by that brat to this day is truly thanks to the protection of all the gods and Buddhas!"

He looked up and saw the dense writing on Chu Suiliang's tablet, and his head started to ache even more.

"Dengshan," Li Shimin said weakly to Chu Suiliang, "could today's account be slightly revised?"

He recalled Li Xiang's poem of varying lengths, which was destined to be passed down through the ages, and felt another wave of bitterness.

Even if Chu Suiliang were willing to go easy on him and slightly edit and embellish the daily records, that brat's words today would surely be passed down through the ages.

It seems today's story, including this woman's attire and the reprimand of that brat at the banquet, will also be passed down through generations.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin felt even more dizzy and wished he could just die of anger.

What did he toil for all his life? Wasn't it just for the reputation he would receive after his death?

That brat has caused another scene in public. It's likely that a large part of the reputation I've worked so hard to build will be severely diminished by him.

Chu Suiliang understood Li Shimin's meaning. He put the writing board behind him and said to Li Shimin, "Your Majesty, as the Imperial Diarist, I dare not forget my duty as a historian."

"The daily records of the emperor's activities are written truthfully, a system established since ancient times. Your subject dares not disobey."

"Moreover—the Imperial Grandson is emulating Zhuge Liang in this matter, offering honest advice. I believe this is a commendable act, and there is no need to revise it."

He lowered his head gently and labeled Li Xiang's actions as "upright remonstrance." Li Shimin's expression indeed softened slightly.

"Zheng Jian, Zheng Jian—this brat is far more difficult to deal with than that old codger Wei Zheng!"

Li Shimin said bitterly.

That brat, Xu Zhen really did it on purpose, to avenge the time I had the scholars of the Eastern Palace remonstrate with the Crown Prince.

Li Shimin thought with a headache.