Prime Minister, You Still Have to Sit in This Country

Dressed like a traitor, I wanted to keep a low profile and survive, but the emperor always wanted to poison me. All the civil and military officials in the dynasty advised me to rebel, and even the dragon robes were secretly prepared and stuffed into my house. I ran away all night, but was respectfully "invited" by the imperial guards to return to the palace. The little emperor's eyes were red and he tugged on my sleeve: "Prime Minister, this dragon chair... It's up to you to sit on it." What you do makes it difficult for me.