Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1571: That's a Blood-Spitting Slander!

Chapter 1571: Chapter 1571: That’s a Blood-Spitting Slander!

“Are all the major clans that can be mentioned basically here?”

“It really must’ve been hard for the old emperor to remember so many major clans; if it were him, he would’ve had to study up just to remember them all.”

“Impressive, really. Is he afraid that Daqing Kingdom is too far from extinction?”

He handed the paper in his hand to Qian Jiyun, signaling him to take a look, to see if this emperor before them was indeed the Devil.

“No need, I saw it just now.”

Qian Jiyun did not take the papers, simply replying with a sentence.

“What do you plan to do with him?”

If it were up to him, such a scourge on the people were better off dead, but if the secrets were only one or two, it wouldn’t be the royal family’s way.

Therefore, he shared Eldest Brother Yan’s opinion that the old emperor could not die yet.

“What else can we do but keep him locked up for now?” Eldest Brother Yan said.

To kill him, he truly dared not; he could only keep him alive for now and wait until all the secrets had been pried from him before deciding his fate.

“Okay.”

Qian Jiyun also agreed with his opinion.

“On my end, including An Jiuyue’s forces, I give you complete control. Choose an auspicious day to ascend the throne,” he proposed.

“Ascend the throne…”

Eldest Brother Yan murmured these words, while his eyes, from the corners, glanced at the old emperor.

And upon hearing the words ‘ascend the throne,’ the old emperor’s face soured; had they really become so impatient to sit on the throne before he could think of a solution?

“I’ll handle it as soon as possible; let’s go.”

As their conversation and footsteps receded, growing fainter and fainter, until the old emperor could no longer hear them.

“d.a.m.n it!”

The old emperor cursed under his breath.

Now apart from cursing, he had no other option, and no matter how reluctant his heart was, he could only watch helplessly.

He had hoped that Prince De would make a stand; he knew Prince De had some ability. But he never expected that his most esteemed son would be so disappointing!

“Huh!”

What else could he do if not to worry laboriously? If he couldn’t compete, he had no choice but to bow his head.

The sound of porcelain breaking echoed occasionally.

Accompanied by curses, they emanated from the Princess Imperial Residence, causing the maids waiting in the courtyard to freeze like cicadas in winter, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Early this morning, they received news that Prince De was killed at the southern border, and the murderer was supposedly their Princess Imperial Residence’s own young master.

“That b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he did it on purpose, don’t think I don’t know, he’s framing him!” the voice of the Princess Imperial continued from inside.

Saying that her son killed Prince De? How could that be possible?

Jian Xun almost wors.h.i.+pped Prince De like a deity; how could he have the audacity to kill him? And why would he dare?

That was a prince, after all. Who would dare do such a thing? Who could bear such a grave sin, even if she were the Princess Imperial, conspiring against a prince–that too would be punished.

“Has there been any news from the Empress’s side?”

Finally, after smas.h.i.+ng everything in the room that could be smashed and venting her anger, she asked the maid hiding on one side.

“Replying to Your Highness, there’s no news from the palace… but early this morning, a troop of men left from the Southern City gates, dispatched by the Empress, apparently heading to Yi City,” the maid answered, trembling.

“Young Master Xun will pa.s.s through Yi City. Your Highness, should we arrange for someone to stop them?”

“Arrange what?”

Upon hearing her question, the Princess Imperial immediately burst into a rage.