"Haha! Li Shimin, even if you are talented, how can you solve the predicament before you! Can you actually bring yourself to do it? Haha~, this army of Chang'an, I shall borrow it! Haha!"
A series of night-owl-like sinister laughs pierced through the military camp, as countless bats carrying two zombies flew out of Li Shimin's tent and headed towards the outside of the camp.
Li Shimin stood at the entrance of his tent, his complexion changing unpredictably as he watched the ruptured tent and the Imperial Guards who came over to protect him. Yet, there was a somewhat hollow and lost look in his eyes, as if he was waging an internal struggle like an epic battle between heaven and man.
"Prince of Qin! You can't seriously believe his nonsense, can you? He's deceiving you!"
Chai Shao said anxiously, staring at Li Shimin.
"What about what happened in Yangzhou?"
As soon as Li Shimin brought up that example, Chai Shao was at a loss for words.