The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere in the Taiji Hall instantly plunged to freezing point.
——Li Chengqian's gaze was inexplicably firm.
Though filled with fear of his father, the Emperor, he remained steadfast in his belief.
What was his fault?
It was precisely because he understood too well what his father wanted.
He was always firm on his own path.
In terms of national policy, he was much more radical compared to Li Shimin, but that was all.
As for killing those two people, so be it.
Is there a king without blood on his hands?
What fault does he have?
Li Shimin's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at Li Chengqian before him, almost unable to believe that Chengqian still refused to submit.
Scenes from the past flashed rapidly before Li Shimin's eyes.
The scene in front of him was so similar to the confrontation he had once had with Li Yuan!
Though their experiences differed, and their burdens were unlike,
the father-son confrontation was strikingly similar!
