Wei Zheng knew that ever since Li Shimin had launched the Black Tortoise Gate coup, a knot had remained in his heart.
Although family ties were incredibly fragile in struggles for power, they had still been his own brothers.
At Black Tortoise Gate, Li Shimin had personally killed his elder brother and younger brother, then later exterminated all their families as well.
Thinking of these things, Li Shimin could not sleep well every night. The way he had obtained the throne was far from honorable.
He also knew that many people throughout the Tang Dynasty were discussing the matter. Though no one harbored thoughts of rebellion, rumors and gossip were everywhere, and it was always unpleasant.
When Chang'an was attacked by demons this time, Li Shimin had risked danger to secretly go out and protect the people of Chang'an. First, it was because he cared about the common people; second, it was because he felt guilty. His throne had come at the cost of his two brothers' deaths and his father's abdication. He had to do exceptionally well, or he would be letting down his family.
At the same time, he wanted to do many things to atone for his sins.
That was why, when demons besieged Chang'an this time, Li Shimin had left without hesitation to help his people.
"Your Majesty, the victor becomes king and the loser becomes a bandit. History is written by the victors. Since you are already the Emperor, why must you remain so troubled?" Wei Zheng shook his head helplessly.
Li Shimin naturally understood that the victor became king and history was written by the victors. But his heart was unsettled, and his conscience would not let him rest. He wanted to do something to calm and make amends to his conscience; otherwise, he