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Chapter 325 Irreconcilable Grudges
The incident of Tang Jian was like a deep ravine, running through everyone's heart.
If Tang Jian had died at that time, perhaps all the grudges would have been buried with the earth, and no one would have mentioned the dusty past again.
But fate played a trick on him. Tang Jian survived tenaciously, but his close nephews and nephews who went on the diplomatic mission with him all died. What was even more chilling was that the words "People like Tang Jian are not worth pitying" were like a sharp blade, piercing Tang Jian's heart.
If he still had a bit of determination, he would have fought with Li Jing to the end, even if he was like a mad dog. After all, there was no other entanglement between him and Li Jing except the naked personal grudge.
Speaking of the friendship between Tang Jian and Li Shimin, it has a long history.
They have known each other since childhood and can be called childhood friends. In Li Shimin's heart, this friendship is second only to his friendship with Changsun Wuji.
Over the years, they have experienced countless storms together and witnessed the Tang Dynasty's transition from war to prosperity.
At this moment, Li Shimin, accompanied by Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde, forced himself to calm down and slowly walked towards where Tang Jian was.
Although he was nervous inside, as the emperor, he still had to maintain composure on the surface.
"Maoyue, you're finally here. I missed you so much!"
Li Shimin's voice suddenly sounded from behind Tang Jian.
When Tang Jian heard the voice, he turned around and saw Li Shimin at a glance.
A complex look flashed in his eyes, including surprise, emotion, and more of the hatred buried deep in his heart.
But he quickly calmed down and bowed respectfully, shouting, "The Supreme Emperor!"
His posture and manners were all extremely respectful.
Even though his heart was filled with resentment, he dared not overstep his bounds in the slightest.
Seeing this, Li Shimin tried hard to force a smile and tried to ease the tense atmosphere.
"Maoyue, there's no need to be so polite. We are all family, and I am not interfering in state affairs right now."
He raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with loneliness.
"Just taking care of my grandson and my daughter!"
After saying that, he seemed to suddenly remember something.
"Maoyue, let me tell you, there are so many fun places in Xianyang. I'll take you there tomorrow!"
There was a warmth in his words, and he wanted to use this enthusiasm to dissolve the barriers in Tang Jian's heart.
Tang Jian looked at Li Shimin's seemingly sincere smile, feeling mixed emotions.
He knew that he could not refuse Li Shimin's "good intentions". After all, in the Tang Dynasty, even if his hatred for Li Jing was as raging as fire, facing Li Shimin, he could only bury this hatred deep in his heart for the time being, nodded slightly, and agreed.
Li Shimin stared at Tang Jian, and looking at his slightly weathered face, his heart ached.
Time is like a knife, leaving deep marks on the face of the high-spirited Tang Jian.
His eyes were slightly red and his voice became choked.
"Maoyue, you are old too!"
Those words expressed a lament for the ruthlessness of time.
Tang Jian smiled freely, but there was bitterness in that smile.
"Your Majesty, I am half buried in the earth! I believe I am not far from death."
He raised his head slightly, looking into the distance with a determined gaze.
"But Your Majesty also knows the obsession in my heart. I want to watch Li Jing die in front of me."
His voice was not loud, but it was firm. This was his only wish in this life.
"In that case, this old minister will have fulfilled his wish!"
When Li Shimin heard Tang Jian bring up the old story again, he felt a little uncomfortable.
He sighed softly and said slowly: "Maoyue, speaking of that incident back then, I am actually the one who feels the most sorry for you."
His eyes were filled with guilt.
"Until now, I haven't given you an explanation."
He paused slightly, as if weighing his words.
"I understand the pain in your heart, and I also know that you hate me."
Li Shimin stared straight at Tang Jian.
"Mao Yue, you are a meritorious official in my Lingyan Pavilion. Your achievements are indelible, and your name will be recorded in history."
"Take it easy!" His words of comfort were weak.
Tang Jian still kept his eyes closed, trying hard to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.
"Your Majesty, my blood relative saved my life by digging a hole for me with chopsticks."
His voice trembled slightly, and the tragic scene of that year involuntarily emerged in his mind.
"After the battle between the eighteen tribes of the grassland, only two of the next generation of our Tang family remain."
There was sadness on his face.
"I, an old minister, am ashamed to face my relatives and friends in my hometown. I haven't been back for a long time."
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around with empty eyes.
"It would be nice to be buried in Xianyang."
After saying this, he seemed to have used up all his strength and forced himself to cheer up, "Your Majesty, this old minister has to go and get busy. I hope Your Majesty takes care of himself."
Li Shimin nodded silently to indicate that he understood.
He looked at Tang Jian's slightly hunched but still straight back, and slowly walked towards the sanatorium.
That back figure seemed to carry countless stories, and gradually became blurred in Li Shimin's eyes.
He knew that the hatred in Tang Jian's heart would not dissipate easily, and the relationship between him and Tang Jian became subtle and complicated because of the events of that year.
The friendship of the past is crumbling.
Li Shimin stood there for a long time without moving.
Now, he has ended up in such a situation, and he feels helpless.
Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde stood aside, watching this scene, not daring to say anything. The entanglement in this matter was far beyond their ability to intervene, so they could only quietly accompany Li Shimin.