Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 1570: Chapter 1570: I Will Surely Annihilate His Entire Clan

The old emperor had a bad feeling, but at this moment, what news could possibly affect him any more?

His life was already in the hands of this traitor, and the Daqing Kingdom was completely under the traitor’s control; what could be worse news than that?

“Do you want to hear the news from the southern border?” Eldest Brother Yan teased him on purpose.

“The southern border… How is De’er? Has he already…” The old emperor’s eyes lit up, silently praying that Prince De had subdued the southern border so that Prince An Yang’s position would mean nothing.

“He was killed by Jian Xun.”

In the midst of his great anticipation, Eldest Brother Yan spoke somberly.

“What?!”

The old emperor’s eyes widened in an instant.

Killed? How could he have been killed? And by Jian Xun of all people, who since childhood had been nothing more than a dog he raised at Prince De’s side.

And now this traitor was telling him that the dog he raised for Prince De had turned and killed his master?

“Don’t think you can deceive Us. Even if you lent Jian Xun a hundred guts, he wouldn’t dare to kill De’er. If he really dared to do so, We would wipe out his nine clans and leave him without a place to be buried!”

“Aren’t you also among Jian Xun’s nine clans?” Eldest Brother Yan asked with a smile as he looked at him.

Jian Xun was the son of the Princess Imperial, and the Princess Imperial was the old emperor’s own sister. Thinking of exterminating Jian Xun’s nine clans? That would mean he’d have to start by destroying himself, wouldn’t it?

“But none of that matters. All you need to know is that to save his own life, Jian Xun killed your most beloved son. That’s enough.

And with that, the chance of retaliation you wanted is gone, as well. There is no longer any connection between the southern border and Prince De.”

“You… You all…”

The old emperor felt as though his chest was blocked by several large stones, uncertain of what to say.

He knew that all this must have been foreseen by the two of them in front of him. If they hadn’t plotted in the shadows, why else would his De’er have died?

It was all deliberately orchestrated by them because they didn’t want De’er to return to the capital and vie for the position of Crown Prince.

“What about us?”

Eldest Brother Yan found relief seeing the old emperor so angry that he had a thousand curses in his heart but couldn’t utter a single one.

“Looking at you, it seems you don’t want to write anything down. Let’s call it a day. I’ll come to see you again in a few days.”

“No, I’ll write!”

Seeing him about to leave, the old emperor instantly regained his composure.

He remembered the last time this traitor said that for each person who died, he would subject him to another day of pain, he believed the traitor would really do it.

If he didn’t write today, it would be too late. Now that Prince De was dead, his last hope was gone. He had to capitulate for now and look for the right opportunity to rise again.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to do this earlier?”

Eldest Brother Yan paused in his steps, turning back to look at him.

The old emperor took a deep breath, so as not to suffocate himself. This traitor must have anticipated that he would indeed write, didn’t he?

But what did it matter if he had anticipated it? He could not afford not to write. To save his life, he had to hand over all that was demanded. Otherwise, what would become of him?

Not long after, several more papers were filled to the brim with writing, the names of the major clans all written out.

When Eldest Brother Yan held the several sheets of paper in the palm of his hand, he couldn’t help but want to curse. Wasn’t this intending to exterminate the entire population of Daqing Kingdom?