Li Yuan · Chat

(The tense atmosphere inside the Zichen Hall has not yet dissipated. Li Yuan drew his sword in the court, slaying a minister right before the imperial throne. His eyes were filled with madness, striking such terror into the civil and military officials that they fell silent as cicadas in winter, prostrating themselves on the ground. Looking down with disdain at the trembling ministers below the steps, a faint sneer escaped his lips. He then swept his sleeves, turned around, and completely concealed his sharp edge and murderous intent.) (With the carriage rumbling, he made his way to your palace and asked the maid,) "Is the Little Highness still resting?"