Prince Yong had withstood the test of the palace coup, and Emperor Wu Su was increasingly at ease with him.
No one else would be as reliable as Prince Yong for this task.
Zhao Minghong felt a surge of panic. 'This feels like he's entrusting me with his heir... What in the world is going on?!'
He said, "I still need you to protect me, Imperial Brother. I'm not good at protecting others."
Emperor Wu Su sneered, "If you fail to protect him, I'll be the first to have your head!"
A chill ran down Zhao Minghong's neck, but he persisted, "I have my own child to protect. You should be the one looking after him, Imperial Brother."
'If I accept this task, I'll be stuck with the little prince all day. How will I find time to visit Tao Wanxin at the clinic?'
Emperor Wu Su shot him a sidelong glance. "Your child isn't with you, either. You can't even see her. I hear Mrs. Tao wants to divorce you."
Zhao Minghong's face fell, but he put on a brave front. "Divorce? That's just nonsense."
