Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Who would have known that it was actually retracted into the space.

"Get some sleep."

Qian Jiyun took her to the bedside.

…

In the old emperor's palace.

His whole body was so painful that he was rolling on the ground, and his miserable screams spread throughout almost half of the imperial city.

It's a pity that no matter how painful he screamed, no one dared to come over to heal him, and no one would shed a tear of sympathy for him.

Most of the guards in the palace had guessed who was behind the massacres in Kyoto, but they had no evidence.

As for their view of the old emperor, they wanted him to die immediately.

But their master hasn't spoken yet, and they don't dare to attack the old emperor who is hated by everyone.

After a while, the palace finally became quiet, and the old emperor lay alone on the ground, breathing heavily.

The clothes on his body were soaked with cold sweat.

"They... how dare they..."

His face turned pale and his lips trembled as he murmured. He never imagined that Qian Jiyun would really dare to attack him.

Aren't they afraid that the traitor will not be able to ascend to the throne? As long as he speaks casually, the rebellious son will be charged with killing his father. Even if he dies, he will be criticized by the people.

"Why don't we dare?"

Qian Jiyun hadn't come over yet, but Boss Yan came over a little bit.

"You dare to attack my great-uncle, why don't we dare to attack you?"

"Who is he? A fool!"

The old emperor was still lying on the bed, curling his lower lip in disdain.

For him, the meaning of King You's existence is just to give him a good name. Now that the throne is almost no longer his, what does he need that good name for?

What's more, if King You is dead now, what does it have to do with him as an emperor who is imprisoned? All accusations will be directed at this traitor, so why not do it?

"Then who are you?" Boss Yan stepped forward and asked him.

"You rebellious son, I am your father!"

The old emperor struggled to sit up from the ground and looked at Boss Yan with weak eyes.

In the past, he had never paid attention to or cared about this son, but he didn't know when this son, who had never existed in his eyes, had grown up and grown to the point where he could swallow up his entire country.

"If you still recognize me as your father, go to Qian Jiyun, that rebellious minister, and bring me the antidote."

"hehe."

Boss Yan really laughed out loud.

At this time, he actually thought that he would find an antidote for him. How could he think so beautifully?

"How many pills of poison did your father take? One pill or two. Do you want me to give you two more pills?" He walked towards the old emperor step by step and asked in a sinister tone.

"you……"

The old emperor was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question.

"You actually know what that thing is in your hand?"

With sharp eyes, he saw in Lao San's hand a porcelain bottle that was exactly the same as the poison Qian Jiyun fed him, and he was so frightened that he instinctively stepped back.

"Don't... don't come here... put that thing away!"

He was force-fed two pills of poison by Qian Jiyun. He had been in pain for an hour just now. He wanted to die countless times, but he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

When he woke up just now, he also wanted to die, but he was unwilling to do so after thinking about it.