"Lyu, report on the Second Prince's situation."
"He successfully arrived inside the Imperial Palace and entered an area I cannot monitor, surrounded by a large number of guards."
Lyu appeared in the vehicle's central control holographic projection, quickly removed his sunglasses, his expression meticulous.
"A general embedded by the Second Prince within the royal family's direct legion has surfaced; it is Fremont, the deputy commander of the guards."
Yang Ming stared at the empty expressway ahead, murmuring, "This guy really just couldn't make up his mind, he's been preparing for a long time."
"But boss," Lyu said, "based on my analysis of the Second Prince's character, he probably won't directly force the coup. He's been out of contact with the ministers and currently doesn't have the conditions for a palace coup."
"That's his own affair; we trust our partners. Send me the images from Lulian's direction."
"Okay, boss."