Zhaoling's bones are cold, and Taizong's soul has returned. The remnant soul of Li Shimin is floating in the sky over Chang'an. The former prosperous emperors have been trampled to pieces by the iron hoofs of foreign races. The Xuanwu Gate is stained with blood again, and the Taiji Palace is reduced to scorched earth. The motto "The people are like water, the king is like a boat" is still in my ears, the Yumen Gate is broken, and the land of Kyushu sinks. He was filled with grief, anger and unwillingness, but he could only watch the mountains and rivers overturn, leaving only hatred and sorrow that lasted for thousands of years.
