"Big brother." The Third Prince was anxious, tugging at Min's sleeve: "Do you think father might..." After all, he was still young and had never encountered such situations, so it was inevitable that he felt nervous.
Min looked at the Third Prince's still somewhat childish face, his hands tightly clenched with worry and anxiety. He smiled and patted his head, his tone slow and steady: "Don't worry, father will be fine."
The Third Prince inexplicably felt relieved, nodded and sat down beside Min.
But in Min's heart, there was great concern. Every thirty steps in the palace, there was a guard post, and even the Divine Strategy Camp had been mobilized. Whether it was the Jinyi Guards or the Yulin Guards, they all had a look as if facing a great enemy. Even though he had not experienced it before, he knew that when an emperor approached the end of his life, the palace would go on lockdown, even if there wasn't a coup. It was still customary.
