Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1563: What is Needed is an Antidote

Chapter 1563: Chapter 1563: What is Needed is an Antidote

At that moment, he was pleased.

“Someone come.”

Hearing the old emperor’s words, Eldest Brother Yan let out a light chuckle.

He immediately called for the attendant waiting outside, who was holding a tray with brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and came straight to the table to set everything up.

“Your Majesty, please.”

Upon seeing this, the old emperor felt a knot of anger in his heart.

Was he expected to write it down himself? Thinking about all those people he had cultivated, having to personally write it down for someone else, how could he not be angry?

But now that he himself was in the hands of this unfilial son, not writing was out of the question.

With a breath held in his chest, he slowly moved to the desk, trembling as he picked up the brush, and looked toward Eldest Brother Yan, taking a deep breath.

Eldest Brother Yan watched him closely, watched as he wrote down a string of estate names.

The more he wrote, the more unsightly his face became. He was already on the third sheet of paper, and showed no sign of stopping. Did he intend to eliminate all of Daqing Kingdom’s scholar gentry?

Finally, after writing four pages, the old emperor put down the brush.

Seeing this, the attendant immediately picked up the papers and handed them to Eldest Brother Yan, “My lord.”

Eldest Brother Yan took the papers, not bothering to look at them, and directly tucked them into his breast, then set his gaze back on the old emperor for a moment before turning to leave.

“Stop, where is the antidote?”

The old emperor, seeing him about to leave, quickly reminded him.

He racked his brains to write so much, all for the antidote. How could he let the man walk away so soon?

Eldest Brother Yan halted, took out another porcelain bottle, poured out a medicinal pill onto the table, and watched as the old emperor immediately popped the pill into his mouth, not even drinking water, and swallowed it dry.

“This medicine will relieve the pain for one day.”

He spoke slowly, addressing the old emperor.

“What did you say?”

The old emperor seemed not to understand his words, staring at him with a blank face.

What does it mean to relieve the pain for one day? He needed the antidote, not a temporary remedy for pain, and only for a single day at that. How was this different from not taking anything at all?

“You unfilial son, I want the antidote, the antidote, you hear?”

“Didn’t you just take the antidote?” Eldest Brother Yan raised an eyebrow and said.

“You…”

The old emperor felt a rush of anger stuck in his throat, and the pain in his airway was even more p.r.o.nounced due to the dry pill he had just swallowed.

“You unfilial son, I have written down everything that should be written. Is this how you play me?”

“Everything that should be written down.”

Eldest Brother Yan looked at him and asked softly.

“And what about what should not be written? Surely you’ve written none of that, have you?”

“Ah!”

The old emperor was caught off guard by his words.

This unfilial son knew all too well, knowing he would not tell him about all the people he had deployed, so he was waiting here for him, wasn’t he?

“My emperor, I’m not afraid to tell you, from today on, for every person outside who dies from the Half Puppet Poison, I shall make you suffer for a time, until you can no longer bear it and die from the pain.”

Eldest Brother Yan’s eyes gleamed ruthlessly as he looked at the old emperor. The person before him, he no longer saw as the Emperor but just sought to save a few people through him.

“You… you unfilial son!”

The old emperor stepped back, fear evident in his eyes.

He knew that this unfilial son meant what he said, and if people were truly dying outside, then he…