In my dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty, I snatched Wu Zetian from my lap.

into the night.

Countless torches lit up the hill, making it as bright as day.

A large number of accompanying doctors were busy in a tense and stressful atmosphere. The smell of boiling medicine wafted for miles, but Li Su did not wake up for a long time, and many doctors had no other choice but to say that he might not make it.

This sudden and devastating news plunged the entire marriage procession into despair.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?"

Outside the tent, Lun Qin Fucha looked grim.

Li Yuanchang's expression was equally grave: "You ask me? How would I know? The journey is too far, and there has been no reply from Chang'an yet."

Upon hearing this, Lunqin Fucha's seasoned and composed demeanor completely crumbled, and his gaze turned hostile.

"Your Highness, if I may be so bold, the princess's illness is rather strange!"

"What do you mean?" Li Yuanchang squinted.

Lun Qinfu's eyes darkened: "When she set off, the princess was perfectly fine and had no illness whatsoever. This is also recorded by the imperial physicians of the Tang Dynasty."

"But how come something happened halfway there?"

"After examining the patient, our people said the pulse was extremely weak, a sign of impending death, but they couldn't find any cause!"

Li Yuanchang sneered: "So you mean I poisoned him?"

"I didn't mean that, but I think there's a problem!" This is a criticism of Qin Fu tea.

"Then you should ask yourselves: if you hadn't insisted on interfering in the princess's daily life and sent her a large amount of Tibetan tonics, would she have been poisoned?" Li Yuanchang said calmly.

"You!" Lunqin Fucha gritted his teeth.

"Your Highness, you should know that even if there's something wrong with the tonic, at most it would just cause an abdominal discomfort, how could it possibly lead to death?!"

Li Yuanchang said, "Illness enters through the mouth, the continuous travel and the arduous journey have worsened her condition, and the princess is unable to adapt to the high-altitude terrain—these are all contributing factors!"

"If you don't want to take responsibility, just say so."

The aroma of the Lunqin Fu Tea is incredible!

But they didn't dare to go against Li Yuanchang.

He flicked his sleeve and said, "Your Highness, the alliance between Tibet and the Tang Dynasty is inevitable, and no one can stop it!"

"Those with ulterior motives had better keep their minds to themselves!"

"snort!!"

After uttering those harsh words, he left immediately.

After nearly six months of working together, the pent-up contradictions and hostility between the two ministers who were sent to marry into the enemy camp were finally laid bare.

Li Yuanchang watched the Tibetans leave with a deep, melancholy gaze.

A sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes!

His opposition to the marriage alliance and the alliance with Tibet was discussed in the Council of State Affairs, and no more than a handful of people knew about it.

What a coincidence that this Tibetan man, Lunqin Fucha, knows about it?

He couldn't help but think of Chai Lingwu; it could only be him!

It's impossible for the prince consort to know what these high-ranking officials were discussing. Only Li Tai, who was very close to Li Shimin, might know.

"Your Highness."

At this moment, a voice pulled Li Yuanchang back to reality; it was Chi Lian.

"How is it?"

"Your Highness, everything is arranged. We have found a female corpse with a similar build to the princess, but to prevent the body from decomposing, we must act quickly."

"And once it's inside the coffin, it can't be opened, otherwise it will give us away," Chi Lian whispered.

Li Yuanchang nodded, his gaze deep: "Let's do it tomorrow. We've laid the groundwork for so long, the Tibetans have already believed it."

"They only suspect me of poisoning him, without any suspicion of Li Su's illness."

"Finish it as soon as possible, and then we can call it a day."

"Lunqin Fucha's group consisted of only seventy-odd people, making it easier for them to move around. If they were to reach Baihai, which would be the territory of the Tibetan king, he certainly wouldn't allow them to be put into the coffin so quickly. If a conflict were to occur, things would become complicated."

"yes!"

"Go and secretly summon Yin Zhu, Guo Chao, and everyone else. I need to confirm the details for tomorrow with them."

"yes!"

"..."

That night, the lights in Li Yuanchang's tents stayed on almost all night.

The stalemate continued until the following day.

The oppressive, tense, and uneasy feeling lasted until dawn.

Li Su, who was terminally ill, vomited blood again, which quickly alarmed the high-level officials of both sides.

Li Yuanchang and the people from Lunqin Fucha arrived at the tent almost simultaneously, forming a large, bustling crowd.

"Your Highness, the princess is dying! Please make a decision soon! We have done our best!" The Tang Dynasty military doctors and physicians knelt down and wailed.

boom!

These words were like a bolt from the blue, a death sentence handed down to them.

The Tibetan envoys were all pale, looked terrible, and were at a loss.

"A bunch of useless trash, what use are you!" Li Yuanchang roared, drawing his sword and striking with a loud bang.

"No, no, Your Highness!"

"Please spare my life, Your Highness!"

The military doctors and physicians wailed in despair.

It looked like Li Yuanchang was about to chop someone up.

"Your Highness, no!"

"Calm down!" Guo Chao and the others immediately stepped forward to stop them.

"Release me!"

"How can I, the king, have the face to return to Chang'an and meet His Majesty while the princess is on her way to her death?!"

"I'll kill you bunch of good-for-nothings first, then I'll commit suicide and return to heaven!" Li Yuanchang shouted emotionally.

At this, the generals of the Left and Right Guards could no longer sit still and rushed forward to seize the sword.

"Your Highness, no!"

"The princess has suddenly fallen seriously ill; it is not the King of Han's fault!"

"That's right!"

"King Han, calm down!"

"Release yourself! I have no face to face His Majesty's entrusted task!" Li Yuanchang shouted to the sky, delivering an Oscar-worthy performance.

"Your Highness, no!!"

Chaos erupted at the scene. Li Yuanchang attempted suicide, but his generals desperately tried to stop him.

Lun Qin Fucha coldly observed all of this, firmly believing that Li Yuanchang was the one preventing the marriage alliance.

a long time.

With a clang, the sword in Li Yuanchang's hand fell to the ground, and he roared angrily to the sky, panting heavily.

"Heaven has wronged my Tang princess! Heaven has wronged my Tang princess!"

The sound was enormous, echoing across the high hills.

The family and their relatives wailed incessantly, and hundreds of palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground, their cries amplifying the approach of death.

Li Yuanchang looked grief-stricken.

"Guards, quickly prepare a coffin and white robes!"

"yes!"

Although the Tang army was unwilling to accept this fact, facts speak louder than words, and they had no choice but to comply.

"slow!!"

"Your Highness, the princess is not dead, why are you preparing a coffin?" Lun Qin Fu Cha said in a low voice to stop him.

Li Yuanchang's face was icy, his eyes bloodshot: "The princess is dying, didn't you hear?"

"I think you're afraid of being found out about something, aren't you?" Lunqin Fucha retorted sharply.

"Insolence!!" Guo Chao and the others shouted, and the guards on the left and right also joined in their anger.

"snort!"

"Your Highness, no one can touch the princess until the Zanpu arrives!" Lunqin Fucha shouted, unusually firm, even if it meant tearing apart all pretense of civility.

Just as Li Yuanchang was about to say something, suddenly!

A deafening roar echoed from the horizon of Gaoling, accompanied by the continuous shaking of the ground.

This could be either an earthquake or a massive army passing through.

Brush brush!

The battle-hardened Tang soldiers instinctively looked sharply towards the end of their line of sight.

A strong wind arose, raising countless Tibetan flags across the sky. A vast, dark mass of figures appeared like an overwhelming tide, suffocating the view and kicking up billowing dust!

Those are elite Tibetan cavalry!