My name is Li Yu, and the honorific title around me is Your Majesty, because I am the tenth emperor of the Tang Dynasty. According to the rules, I should call myself me, but for a person who cannot control his own destiny, this is just a false name. Today is the 26th day of the first month of the 21st year of the Tang Dynasty, my father has just died, I have just ascended the throne and become the emperor of this vast and sick empire, and in seven months, people will call me Emperor Taishang, and then, when they remember me, they will call me Shunzong. Shunzong is a very interesting temple name, and future generations will definitely think, Shun, is it to obey my father, to obey the ministers who are eyeing him, or to obey the mission of the Tang Emperor? In fact, what I had to submit to was only the fate of one person.

Then: Li Song woke up from his slumber, looked up, and muttered: It's not dawn yet! This damn insomnia, even drunk is guilty! It's like waking up from a dream, and even his own home looks different from usual. Family? That's not right. Li Song opened his eyes suddenly

"Father, now people inside and outside the capital are panicking!"

The one who spoke was Li Chun, my eldest son, who would become my crown prince after my accession to the throne. A few days ago, he said this to me in his study in the East Palace, in front of my bed. The charcoal fire in the house drove away the chill he brought when he walked in, but it did not drive away the gloom clouds between his brows. The smoke of the beast's incense was swirling, and several prime ministers and scholars also had a worried face. The fox fur is not warm and thin, and Cen Shen's poems are surging in my heart. I set my eyes on my son, who was twenty-seven years old and as resolute as me and as calm as his mother. I haven't seen him for a long time. The twenty-first year of Zhenyuan was an unquiet year. Just after the first month of this year, my father died. I, on the other hand, was too sick to serve him. I have been the crown prince for more than 20 years, except for the rebellion at the beginning of my father's reign, every year at the annual meeting when the year is approaching, our father and son will meet with the ministers, although the country is troubled and weak, but also happy. At the annual meeting before the arrival of this year, my elderly father was seriously ill, and I had a stroke in bed and could not accompany him. The emperor of an empire is in his last years and may die at any time, and the crown prince suddenly fell ill with an incurable disease and could not speak. After the court meeting, Wang Shuwen told my father that when he saw my empty seat at the court meeting, he couldn't stop crying, and I also had infinite pain in my heart. Like his father, on the one hand, he was sad for his loved ones, and on the other hand, he was worried about the future of Datang. An unspeakable monarch has never appeared on the throne, not to mention that the Tang Dynasty is now tending to weaken, and the pressure of civil strife is hidden under the surface of peace. A seriously ill king can make his subjects worry about the fate of the country. The Prime Minister, Shangshu and the ministers of the East Palace have reported to me many times about the situation in the capital, and rumors are spreading and people are panicking. Today, Chun'er also came to ask me, in fact, to ask the ministers.

I had to do something.

The turmoil in the Tang Dynasty has been going on for decades, and the phenomenon has not yet been revealed. The feudal towns of Hebei, Shandong, Huaixi and other places, if I am healthy, the ambitions that have been hidden for more than 20 years will allow me to pacify them, the palace market, wealth, and all kinds of chaotic government will end in my hands, and I will become a holy monarch like Taizong, Gaozong, and Xuanzong. But now in the eyes of many people, I have entered the ranks of the first emperor in advance.

I had to do something.

The eyes of the prime minister and the close ministers of the East Palace suddenly moved, followed by their stunned eyes, only the eyes of Li Chun and the second king showed joy.

What they saw was the emperor sitting up from his sickbed. I, with a haggard face but a resolute face, was just like the appearance after the Jingyuan Rebellion.