Chapter 85: Is the Emperor Ordering His Death? He picked up the plate and shoveled the food into his mouth, eating without a shred of imperial dignity, looking for all the world like an old Guanzhong peasant who had starved for three days. Like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds. When the last grain of rice went down his throat, Li Shimin let out a long sigh of relief, slumped against the bench, and gave a loud, contented belch. "Burrrp!" The sound was so loud that even the cicadas in the…