Forced to Rebel, Build an Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets

In the ninth year of Wude, on the night of Xuanwu Gate, the undercurrent bites the bones. Chang He was in a deadlock, and the swords of the prince and the King of Qin were already at his throat. One wrong step, and your body and your family will be destroyed, and there will be no recovery. The history books all say that behind this gate, only brothers killed each other, and the palace steps were stained with blood. However, when the two identical secret letters were handed into his hands at the same time, Chang He smiled. He pushed away the cold blade from his neck, and under the beacon fire of the city tower, he unfolded a brand new picture that was very different from destiny: "Your Highness, why don't you follow me and change your life?" "First drive the Turks from the north and capture their Khan under the palace; then conquer Goguryeo in the east and avenge China's previous humiliation." "Leave Yangguan in the west and redefine the territory of Congling; build giant ships in the south to capture thousands of miles of sea waves." His fingers crossed the night sky, and his voice was as calm as iron: "Let the Tang Dynasty never have a sunset from now on." Li Shimin stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes as sharp as an eagle: "Why should I trust you?" Chang He met the eyes of the future emperor and read every word: "Just because of the Xuanwu Gate under my feet——" "You can establish a new king, or you can... Change the sky." That night, the city gate was not opened, but the fate of an empire had quietly turned. Everything the sun and moon shine upon is Tang soil!