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

The imperial city of Chang'an was heavily guarded, with left and right gate guards stationed at each gate to strictly check entry and exit and verify fishing tokens.

Elite armored soldiers from the Left and Right Guards patrolled along the palace walls and corridors, ensuring that every key point in the imperial city was completely guarded.

Furthermore, the Left and Right Thousand Bull Guards, wielding imperial swords and standing guard on the imperial steps, were always by the emperor's side, protecting the safety of the palace.

The Liangyi Hall, as the core and most important place in the imperial city, is always heavily guarded by the Imperial Guards and the Left and Right Imperial Guards. Today, with the emperor holding a meeting here, several more squads of Thousand Bull Guards have been dispatched outside the hall, standing guard solemnly, so that not even a fly could get in.

Such a solemn and heavily fortified place, surrounded by elite troops, was now filled with a commotion.

A slight commotion crept in through the cracks in the palace doors, breaking the solemn atmosphere inside. Even Li Shimin's angry glare from the throne paused slightly.

Something big must have happened.

The Imperial Guards had just grabbed Li Xiang's arm and dragged him two steps away.

Suddenly, a soldier from the Imperial Guard rushed in from outside the hall. He staggered and looked flustered, almost bumping into Li Xiang, who was being supported.

The soldier, in his panic, had barely managed to dodge when, without even a moment to catch his breath, he slid to his knees with a "thud."

"Your Majesty! His Highness the Crown Prince... His Highness the Crown Prince is trying to break into the palace!"

"We were unable to stop them and do not know what to do. We beg Your Majesty for guidance!"

"The Crown Prince?"

Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Chu Suiliang and the others were all taken aback, their faces full of astonishment.

The Liangyi Palace is already in chaos enough, so why did the Crown Prince suddenly appear?

No, that's not right—Isn't Crown Prince Li Chengqian currently under house arrest at the Right Guard Commandery?

"Who let the Crown Prince leave the palace without permission?!" Changsun Wuji clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, his voice filled with furious rage.

Since he followed Li Shimin into the Tian Ce Mansion, he had been strategizing and planning, and had never been in such a flustered state.

Today's events have disrupted his plans one after another, and he feels he has lost all face.

The imperial guardsman, terrified, lowered his head even further and replied in a barely audible voice:

"It wasn't a private release... it was the Crown Prince... it was His Highness the Crown Prince, holding up a portrait of Empress Wende, declaring that he absolutely had to see His Majesty!"

"Brothers...we were afraid that the portrait of Empress Wende would be damaged in the ensuing argument, so we dared not forcibly stop them and could only hurriedly come to report to His Majesty!"

boom!--

These words resounded like thunder in the hall. Li Xiang, Li Shimin, Changsun Wuji, and even Fang Xuanling, Xiao Yu, Li Tai, Li Zhi, and others all froze on the spot, their expressions instantly frozen.

The Liangyi Hall, which had been noisy and tense just moments before, seemed to have been frozen in time, and an eerie silence instantly enveloped the entire hall.

For a moment, no one realized what the soldier's words meant.

On the throne, Li Shimin's face, which had turned purple from rage, gradually changed from purple to blue, then from blue to white, and finally became a strange purplish-brown—it was an extreme astonishment, extreme absurdity, and extreme anger, three emotions intertwined, like volcanic rock about to erupt from the ground, containing a world-destroying rage!

"Li! Cheng! Qian!!!"

Empress Wende, née Changsun, was Li Shimin's only empress.

The two were childhood sweethearts, weathering storms together. Lady Changsun accompanied him through the hardships of his military career and the bloody battles at Xuanwu Gate.

The empress died young, and Li Shimin missed her every day. He often climbed to a high platform to look out over Zhaoling Mausoleum, expressing his grief.

He especially favored the children born to Lady Changsun.

Now, his eldest son, whom he had with Lady Changsun, has taken advantage of his affection for her, holding a portrait of his deceased mother, and stormed into the palace to force her into submission!

This is a desecration of his deceased wife!

Outside the hall, surrounded by a group of armored soldiers, Li Chengqian held up a portrait, dragging his limping leg, his steps firm, and he had already arrived at the entrance of the Liangyi Hall.

Li Chengqian stepped into the hall. He ignored Li Shimin, whose eyes were bloodshot, and instead straightened his body, his eyes searching the Liangyi Hall.

His eyes lit up when he saw Li Xiang being held by the imperial guards. He then dragged his limping leg and hobbled over to Li Xiang's side.

"Release him!" Li Chengqian shouted angrily at the armored soldiers holding Li Xiang.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

The soldier paused slightly, a look of hesitation on his face.

Li Chengqian frowned, and his sharp, eagle-like eyes, just like Li Shimin's, suddenly burst forth with a terrifying aura befitting the crown prince.

"I said... let go!"

The soldier was startled and actually released Li Xiang instinctively. Li Chengqian pulled Li Xiang to his side and examined him closely.

Only after confirming that Li Xiang had no injuries did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Xiang was still in a daze, staring blankly at the taciturn Li Chengqian, unable to figure out what his cheap father was suddenly up to.

I'm almost done!

"Li Chengqian! How dare you... how dare you disturb your mother!!"

Li Shimin had lost count of how many times he had roared today.

All he knew was that whenever he felt his anger had reached its peak, Li Xiang, that rebellious grandson, would utter even more insane and infuriating words, repeatedly pushing the limits of his anger to new heights.

Finally, he decided to kill Li Xiang, to kill this grandson who was insane as if possessed by a demon, but his eldest son, Li Chengqian, continued to fuel his anger!

"If I hadn't been driven to desperation, I would never have wanted to disturb my mother." Li Chengqian turned the portrait around and looked at the kind face of Empress Zhangsun in the portrait, a trace of apology and filial piety flashing across his face.

He carefully rolled up the portrait and then treasured it back in his bosom. Then, he pulled Li Xiang, who was still trying to provoke him, behind him.

"However!"

His tone suddenly changed, his expression shifted from its usual sinister look, and his eyes flashed with sharpness as he met Li Shimin's gaze directly.

"Xiang'er was not yet twenty years old, but in order to seek justice for his unfilial father, he did not hesitate to defy his superiors."

"How could I, as a father, cower behind a mere child?"

"When I meet my mother in the afterlife, I will kneel before her and apologize to her."

"Besides, Mother is always kind and loving. If she knew that because of my absence, my son would die in this palace today, she would surely rebuke me severely."

Li Chengqian straightened his body, his expression changing from his usual sinister and manic one. His gaze was calm, wise, and full of majesty. Even when facing Li Shimin, who was like an angry dragon at this moment, he did not show any weakness.

The veteran officials, including Xiao Yu and Fang Xuanling, felt as if they were seeing two Li Shimins, one young and one old, vying for supremacy.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was heavy and icy.

Two dragons vie for power, two true emperors!