He is no longer young now, his figure no longer as robust as before, having lost quite a bit of weight.
As soon as the words were spoken.
Li Shimin almost immediately stood up and rushed straight out of the Taiji Hall.
"Prepare the sedan! Quickly!"
Li Shimin's urgent voice resounded instantly. Although the officials reacted extremely quickly, he could no longer wait and ran directly towards the palace gates.
This was the first time he had lost his composure like this.
Even during the past Xuanwu Gate incident, he had not panicked like this, but now he was truly somewhat flustered.
The cold wind howled.
Flakes of snow fell with the wind, each one pure white, each one cold, landing on the emperor's hastily moving dragon robe, as well as his gradually whitening temples.
