Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1569: There is Room to Negotiate with Me

Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569: There is Room to Negotiate with Me
“If there are any signs of the Evil Spirit Qiankun activating, please inform me in advance.”
“Understood.”
The voice of the stone figure reached An Jiuyue’s ears, but the figure on the Spiritual Jade had already disappeared.
“If he’s dead, then he’s dead.”
Upon hearing the news of Prince De’s death, Eldest Brother Yan didn’t react much.
This brother, who always schemed against him and wished for his early demise, as long as he didn’t die by his hand, why should he care how he died?
However, there was one thing he had to guard against.
“How do you plan to handle Jian Xun?”
“Do you think it would be good if he disappeared in Yi City?” Qian Jiyun countered with a question.
At these words, Eldest Brother Yan raised his eyebrows.
A dog-eat-dog drama was quite appealing to him. Everyone knew that the Princess Imperial and Prince De were allies in public. Now that Prince De had been killed by Jian Xun, and Jian Xun had died on the way to his escort in Yi City.
“That would be for the best, and we should also send a message to the Empress.”
They say even a worm will turn. The Empress would react knowing her son had died. With this, Jian Xun’s death in Yi City would be above reproach.
“By the way, send a message to the Princess Imperial as well,” Qian Jiyun added.
“That… would work.”
Eldest Brother Yan nodded, signaling his agreement.
He quickly arranged for someone to handle it, while he himself went with Qian Jiyun to the old emperor’s chamber.
Such significant news had to be reported to the old emperor. After all, it would be a grave sorrow for a parent to outlive their child; the grief could be so deep that even the nightly agony might be numb.
Inside the chamber, the old emperor was in severe pain, rolling on the ground.
Every time the pain struck, he wished he could just die, but once it subsided, he found he couldn’t bring himself to end his life.
Thinking that he only had to endure a little longer, he didn’t want to die just yet.
Eventually, when the pain was less intense, he shivered and tried to stand up, only to see two tall shadows appear at the entrance.
The old emperor suddenly looked up, and his eyes brightened when he saw the two people he had been eager to meet.
“The antidote, give me the antidote!”
He wanted to rush towards his rebellious son, but unfortunately, his legs were too weak, and he collapsed after just a few steps.
Even so, he propped himself up on the ground with his hands, gazing up at his son.
“Give me the antidote, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
Eldest Brother Yan didn’t speak but called out for the guard outside the chamber.
The guard still held a brush, ink, and paper, set them on the table, and then stood aside.
Seeing these familiar motions, the old emperor took a deep breath, turned his head toward his son, and hesitated to comply. This treacherous son of his was full of malice; who knew whether he would receive the antidote after writing anything down?
“Give me the antidote first. I want the complete antidote that completely cures the poison; otherwise, I won’t write a thing!”
“You think you have room to bargain with me?” Eldest Brother Yan looked at him coldly and asked with a sneer.
“If you don’t want to write, don’t write. I’m not forcing you. Oh, and today I didn’t necessarily come to get something out of you. I just got some news and decided to come and tell you myself.”
“What… what news?”