Su Bei’s hands swiped continuously across the Sky Screen until they stopped on a video titled:
【The Greatest Lyricist Emperor of the Ages】
In the vast and boundless Great Tang Plane, the sky was as blue as a gemstone, with clouds drifting by like clean white silk. Li Shimin, dressed in a magnificent dragon robe, stood tall and straight upon a high platform before a towering palace. His sharp, deep eyes stared into the vast, distant Sky Screen, as if trying to peer through the endless void to uncover some unknown mystery.
A gentle breeze ruffled his robes and hair, yet it could not break his deep contemplation. His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips moved as he muttered to himself:
"The Greatest Lyricist Emperor of the Ages? Who exactly is this sacred figure? To be granted such a prestigious title! What kind of unique charm must he possess? And how many earth-shattering, widely popular lyrical works must he have written to be revered by the world as the greatest lyricist emperor of all time..."
Chapter 162