In the Tai Chi Hall, Li Shimin slapped his hand on the table, making the tea cups jump up. Fang Xuanling coughed twice and said that he really had no contact with His Highness the Third Prince. Du Ruhui looked embarrassed and said that he could not think of anything out of thin air. Changsun Wuji cleared his throat and said, "Find a few more teachers to teach them how to be affectionate and rational." Li Shimin's mind was buzzing - if it were so easy to educate his son, how could he lose face and come to these old ministers? An eight-year-old kid, you old guys can't do anything to him? Have you fed your brain to the dog?
