Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1557: Just Endure for a Lifetime

How could Qian Jiyun find such a poisonous woman? It’s one thing to poison him, but to use a poison without an antidote? Does he intend to kill him?

“If something happens to me, then it will be that traitor, my son, who has murdered his father and usurped the throne. He won’t be able to sit on the imperial throne!” he roared at the two of them.

“Heh heh.”

An Jiuyue smiled as she looked at the old emperor.

“The Zhan Yun Army, the 18 stockaded villages at the border, the Shu Bei army, immediately, and also the Suxi Army, all support the Third Prince. Within the capital, the Yulin Guards, the Xiaoting Guards, the Longhu Guards, and the imperial guards, are also entirely under the Third Prince’s control.

Tell me, who dares, or rather, who has the ability, to oppose the Third Prince’s ascent to the throne?

“You—”

The old emperor felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat.

He knew that all his current talk and actions were predicated on the fact that the Third Prince, that traitor, wouldn’t dare to carry his treasonous ambitions into the open.

If it was as An Jiuyue said, and all the armies of the Daqing Kingdom supported the Third Prince, then he really had no way to deal with him. Even if the Third Prince were to kill him, his father, and ascend to the throne, who could do anything about it?

“Dog of an Emperor, be sensible and confess everything about the Half Puppet Poison. Otherwise, endure every midnight’s agony for the rest of your miserable life,” An Jiuyue said, her gaze deep as she spoke in a light tone.

After hearing her words, the old emperor felt a tingle on his scalp. He knew that this woman meant what she said, and that she was every bit as extreme as Qian Jiyun.

Both of them acted without regard for the consequences, yet he still wanted to bluster.

“Hmph, didn’t you say there was no antidote? Even if I die, I won’t tell you,” he said.

“Tsk tsk.”

An Jiuyue clicked her tongue softly.

He wouldn’t shed a tear until he saw his own coffin—wasn’t the man in front of them the very depiction of this saying?

Did they really think that she didn’t have any other options? She had plenty of medicinal pills that could make people tell the truth. The only concern was that using them might leave the old fool feebleminded afterward, given his already weak constitution.

“Well, that’s fine too. You might as well get a taste of this sensation tonight,” she said.

Then, turning her head, she looked at Qian Jiyun.

“It would be dawn in an hour,” Qian Jiyun said, knowing what she wanted to ask.

“Mm.”

An Jiuyue nodded her head.

“There’s nothing else to do right now; let’s go visit Jingyang Palace again,” she said as she walked over to Qian Jiyun, and the two of them left the sleeping chambers.

“Come back, come back!” the old emperor panicked as they simply walked away.

He didn’t want to suffer any torture. Being confined here for days on end had nearly driven him insane, not to mention the beatings he had taken from Qian Jiyun, he was still injured.

The Third Prince, that traitor, hadn’t even bothered to summon imperial physicians for him, just leaving him to fend for himself.

He suspected that the Third Prince was doing it on purpose, not allowing imperial physicians to attend to him, hoping he would fall ill and die sooner, so that the traitor could ascend to the throne all the sooner.

“Damn it all, I never should have made you Prince Zhan Yun!” he thought bitterly.

The thing he regretted most was granting Qian Jiyun the title of Prince Zhanyun, which had led to his own imperial authority being threatened from all sides.

Good thing he hadn’t made him Prince Zhan directly; otherwise, he would have been another An Tu. But even without the title of Prince Zhan, Qian Jiyun had now become a second An Tu.

“Damn it, damn it all! It’s all the troubles that An Tu, that scoundrel, brought upon me,” he cursed inwardly.

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