Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1542: Your Majesty, How Cruel You Are!

Chapter 1542: Chapter 1542: Your Majesty, How Cruel You Are!

Hearing the words, Eldest Brother Yan closed his eyes.

The old emperor had truly gone mad to speak such things.

But then again, with several families already annihilated, how could he not have lost his sanity? And how could he possibly still have any humanity left?

“Huff!”

He let out a heavy sigh, turning his head to look at Qian Jiyun.

“What now?”

The Emperor wouldn’t speak, and given his condition, even a few words could provoke him into spitting blood. Torture to extract a confession was likely out of the question.

“Isn’t it obvious.”

Qian Jiyun chuckled lightly, walked over to the Emperor’s desk, took up a pen, and began to write something on paper.

The old emperor, squinting his eyes, watched Qian Jiyun, who was so close right before him. He really wanted to reach out, strangle him by the neck, and end it all.

But, against an inter-plane traveler from Huayan Peak, how could he dare to make a move?

His hand at his side twitched, and he s.h.i.+fted his gaze onto Eldest Brother Yan. If he couldn’t move against Qian Jiyun, couldn’t he still strike at this defiant son? He must…

“I would advise you to think twice before harboring any nefarious thoughts, Your Majesty.”

Just as he was in the midst of his turbulent contemplations, he heard Qian Jiyun’s deep and warning tone.

“Should he come to harm, I will grind your bones to dust and scatter them. Believe me, Your Majesty, I have ten thousand methods at my disposal to make you desire life in vain and death unattainable!”

“You…”

The old emperor moved his hand, stuffing the porcelain bottle further into his sleeve.

Qian Jiyun was one to make good on his word; since he’d said it, he would certainly do it. He was truly capable of making one’s life a living h.e.l.l.

He took a deep breath; this was his own son, and yet he was unable to lay a hand on him?

Eldest Brother Yan had no expectations left for his father the Emperor. Even knowing that he wished to kill him, he felt no stirrings in his heart.

“Don’t mind him.”

He said to Qian Jiyun.

He had decided that the moment he and the second brother left, he would order the guards to surround the Emperor’s sleeping chamber so that not even a fly could escape.

“Is it these locations where you sent the poison?”

After a while, Qian Jiyun casually tossed the pen aside and handed the paper he had written on to the old emperor.

The old emperor looked fixedly at the locations listed on the paper, his eyes widening suddenly.

“How could you…”

His complexion turned even paler, in utter disbelief.

How could Qian Jiyun know that he intended harm towards these people? He believed that no one, not even the third son, could possibly have guessed it.

“Indeed, Your Majesty, you are truly malicious!”

Qian Jiyun sneered coldly, took the paper back, and pa.s.sed it to Eldest Brother Yan.

Eldest Brother Yan took the paper into his hands, and upon reading it, he instantly looked up at the old emperor, “Have you gone mad?”

If these major clans were touched, it would signify turmoil throughout the entire Daqing Kingdom. Without a hundred years, the civil unrest couldn’t be quelled—at which point, what would be left of Daqing Kingdom?

“Should you die, must the Daqing Kingdom be buried with you? Father, what an excellent emperor you are for the Daqing Kingdom indeed!”

A flash of guilt crossed the face of the old emperor, who turned his head away, silent.

He didn’t want it to be this way, but these two had cornered him, forcing his hand. Wasn’t it all their doing?

“Hmph, all these people deserve to die. Everyone who has betrayed me, all should die!”

“You—”

Eldest Brother Yan had a surge of anger caught in his throat.