Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1561: What's That Supposed to Mean?

Chapter 1561: Chapter 1561: What’s That Supposed to Mean?

Little did he know, it had been taken into the s.p.a.ce.

“Sleep for a while.”

Qian Jiyun led her to the bed.

Inside the old emperor’s sleeping chambers.

His whole body in such pain that he rolled on the ground, his miserable screams almost spread throughout half the imperial city.

Unfortunately, as agonized as his shouts were, no one dared to come to treat him, nor was there anyone who would shed a tear of sympathy for him.

The guards in the palace mostly guessed the several ma.s.sacre cases in the capital were done by whom, but they had no evidence to prove it.

As for their feelings towards the old emperor, they wished nothing more than for him to die right now.

However, since their master had not yet given the word, they dared not lay hands on the old emperor whom everyone despised.

After a long while, the sleeping chambers finally calmed down, the old emperor lay on the ground all alone, gasping for air in big gulps.

His clothes were already soaked through with cold sweat.

“They… they dare…”

His face turned pale, his lips quivering as he murmured; he could hardly believe that Qian Jiyun would truly dare to move against him.

Were they not afraid that the traitorous son would not ascend the throne? At his mere suggestion, that traitorous son of his would carry the infamy of patricide upon his back, even in death, and would be criticized by the people.

“How would we not dare?”

Before Qian Jiyun could come over, Eldest Brother Yan had arrived right on time.

“You dared lay your hands on our Great-Great-Uncle, so why shouldn’t we dare to act against you?”

“What is he? A fool!”

The old emperor still lay on the bed, dismissively curling his lip.

In his view, the only reason for Prince You’s existence was for him to gain a reputation for being virtuous. Now that the throne was almost no longer his, what did he need that reputation for?

Moreover, now that Prince You might die, how would it relate to him, a locked-away emperor? All blame would point towards this traitorous son, and why would he not be pleased with that?

“And what, then, do you count for?” Eldest Brother Yan took a step forward and questioned him.

“You traitor, I am still your Emperor!”

The old emperor struggled to sit up from the ground, looking at Eldest Brother Yan with eyes full of weakness.

He had never cared or paid much attention to this son before, but he did not know at what point this son, who had never existed in his eyes, had grown up and become powerful enough to swallow his entire empire on his own.

“If you still recognize me as your Emperor, then go to that treacherous Qian Jiyun and bring me the antidote.”

“Haha.”

Eldest Brother Yan truly laughed out loud.

At this time, he still thought that Yan would get the antidote for him; how delusional could he be?

“Father Emperor, how many grains of poison did you consume, was it one grain or two? Should this unfilial son add a couple more for you?” He took steps toward the old emperor, asking with a sinister tone.

“You…”

The old emperor was startled, seemingly unexpected such a question.

“You actually know what’s in your hand?”

His sharp eyes saw the same porcelain bottle in the third son’s hand, identical to the poison that Qian Jiyun had forced him to swallow, and instinctively, he moved backward.

“Don’t… don’t come any closer… take that thing away!”

He had been forcefully fed two grains of poison by Qian Jiyun, suffering bitterly for an entire hour. Countless times he wanted to die, but he didn’t even have the strength to bite his own tongue to commit suicide.

When he woke up just a moment ago, he thought about just dying, but then he reconsidered, unable to reconcile with that thought.