Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1553: The Plan Did Not Succeed

Chapter 1553: Chapter 1553: The Plan Did Not Succeed
He also wanted to see for himself that old emperor who was now like a mad dog, biting anyone he encountered, to find out if there was truly anything he wouldn’t do.
“Should be dead by now, right?”
In the bedroom of the old emperor, he was extremely anxious at this moment.
Prince You should be dead by now, beyond saving, right? But why has no one come to report to him yet? That rebellious son, his third child, would surely come to settle accounts upon hearing the news.
But he waited and waited, and no news came. What was going on?
Could it be that the plan hadn’t succeeded, and the men he sent had been caught?
“No, impossible. He wouldn’t expect that I would strike at Prince You. Prince You must be dead.” he shook his head, unwilling to believe that his plan could fail.
“Dare to scheme against me, to seize my throne, I will make him regret it for the rest of his life!” he said with hatred.
He had been outmaneuvered to the point of having no power left. If he did not take his revenge now, was he supposed to wait until he died to settle scores in hell?
At this moment, that rebellious third son must be tasting the pain of losing a loved one, right?
Just thinking of his third son weeping bitterly, then coming to confront him with bloodshot eyes, yet powerless against him, brought joy to his heart; there was nothing more satisfying.
“Does he think that the throne is his for the taking just because he wants it? Hmph, dream on!”
The palace was besieged, and he was trapped here. As long as Prince You died, his predicament would be resolved, and everyone would think it was the work of that rebellious third son.
A man who could kill his own great-great-uncle who had raised him, how could he possibly sit on the emperor’s throne? That third son should never dream of becoming emperor in this lifetime.
In the end, he had no choice but to find a puppet, and pass the throne to one of his several brothers.
“It is indeed a pity for Prince You.”
He sneered coldly, although he said this, his heart was filled with satisfaction.
Although Prince You was his great-uncle, they were at odds with each other. He had suffered at his hands when he was younger, and later, Prince You had sent his disfavored son to be raised by his side.
As a result, now he had raised such a rebellious son who opposed him at every turn.
In this light, Prince You had long deserved to die. Allowing Prince You to die so comfortably was already more than fair to him.
“Why haven’t any messages come yet?”
After a good while, he grew impatient, speculating if something had gone wrong, wondering if they had failed to kill the man.
“If you want to know what message, you may ask Miss Yu.”
Suddenly, Qian Jiyun’s voice reached his ears, and his pupils shrank violently as he looked up to see two dark figures walking towards him from outside the palace door.
“You…”
How could Qian Jiyun be in the palace, and at this time?
The reason he dared to make a move on Prince You was that he knew Prince Zhanyun’s residence was a distance from the palace. Even if Prince You had been poisoned and the guards discovered it immediately, by the time they went to Prince Zhanyun’s residence for the antidote and came back, the man was supposed to be dead already.
But who could tell him why Qian Jiyun had come to the palace?
“How… how are you in the palace?”
His complexion began to pale. Qian Jiyun’s arrival—did it mean his plan had failed and Prince You had been saved?
“Where else should this Prince be, if not here? At Jingyang Palace?” Qian Jiyun retorted.
“You—”
The old emperor felt a surge of anger caught in his throat.