Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1564 Mantou and Pickled Vegetables

Chapter 1564: Chapter 1564 Mantou and Pickled Vegetables
“I am your Emperor, what are those ants outside to account for?”
“Those ants might not account for much, but at least, they all support the Third Prince, don’t they?” The voice came from outside the door as An Jiuyue, accompanied by Qian Jiyun, walked into the sleeping chamber.
“You…”
The old emperor glared at An Jiuyue with hatred in his eyes.
How did this woman not die back then; truly hard to kill she was, or rather, it was the incompetence of his subordinates that allowed her to be alive and daring to stir trouble against him now.
“Your Majesty, you might as well write down what shouldn’t be written,” An Jiuyue said cheerfully, looking at the old emperor.
“Never!”
Grinding his teeth, the old emperor spat out two words.
“Oh.”
An Jiuyue nodded her head and did not say anything further to him, instead, she turned her gaze to Eldest Brother Yan.
“Eldest Brother, how many pills did you give him just now?”
“One.”
Eldest Brother Yan stated.
Though he had plenty of relieving medicine in his hand, it still needed to be used sparingly, didn’t it?
“One, huh? But the dose Qian Jiyun gave him was two pills, which means he won’t find relief for the entire night and will have to suffer for half an hour more,” An Jiuyue said with a teasing look at the old emperor.
“You—”
The old emperor felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat.
This meant that he had betrayed so many of his own people, and the antidote he received amounted to nothing, with the pain destined to endure, only reduced from an hour to half an hour, and that too for just one day!
How could there be such a vicious woman, how did Qian Jiyun manage to find someone like her to be his Princess Consort of the Second Rank?
“Actually, we don’t need to be in a hurry. Those he has named are probably the ones who will attempt poisoning soon. We’ll start by capturing them; the rest, once he has had his fill of pain, I’m sure he will confess,” Qian Jiyun, with a deep look in his eyes, said to Eldest Brother Yan.
“Indeed, Qian Jiyun is right,” An Jiuyue nodded, finding Qian Jiyun’s words quite sound. Stalling for time is a tactic everyone uses.
The old emperor, in his eagerness for the antidote, had certainly revealed those who intended to act soon with poison. As for those he had not disclosed, they must be his laid traps, perhaps meant to spring in a few months’ time.
“Qian Jiyun! An Jiuyue!”
The old emperor, looking at them, really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.
But he had already vomited enough blood these past few days, and his appetite was poor; he had lost too much blood and couldn’t vomit blood even if he wished to.
“Let’s go, let’s first capture those he has named.”
All three paid no further attention to the old emperor. Hearing Qian Jiyun’s words, Eldest Brother Yan also nodded and turned to instruct the guards.
“Guard here, and when the Emperor has clarity of thought and wishes to confess everything, come find me. I am indeed curious to see how much more he is hiding and unwilling to reveal.”
“As you command, my lord,”
The guards responded and watched Prince Zhan Yun leave, then they too left the sleeping chamber and stood guard outside.
“Rebels, rebels!”
The enraged roar of the old emperor echoed in the sleeping chamber, accompanied by the sound of objects being smashed.
And then, on that day, the old emperor found his meals replaced with simple steamed buns and salted vegetables, fare he had never consumed and found difficult to swallow.
He was even more angry and did not touch any of it, his gaze fixed on those two steamed buns as if they were Qian Jiyun and Eldest Brother Yan.