Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 1991: Chapter 1991: Heaven is Really Helping Me

It was even more likely that bringing back that bastard was Leng Yikun’s own idea.

“That person just now, he was… he was…”

“He was what? Miss, who did you see?” The maid hesitated, looking in the direction where Leng Yiyu had been staring, but saw nothing.

“The servants saw nothing, Miss. Did you perhaps see wrongly? It’s very late now, who else would be out and about?”

Upon hearing this, Leng Yiyu finally calmed down.

If Leng Yikun were truly still alive, she must keep it a secret from others. She needed to consider what her father could possibly be planning. Why would he bring back Leng Nichen to be the Young Sect Master when Leng Yikun was still alive, especially since he was always more fond of Leng Yikun? How could he already find a replacement while Leng Yikun had not yet died?

Wasn’t he afraid that such an action would aggravate Leng Yikun’s illness?

Right, she had an idea—perhaps she could use the fact that Leng Yikun was still alive to deceive her mother and thus gain the opportunity to enter her mother’s room.

If she wanted Leng Nichen dead, she had to get those poisons in her mother’s room.

“Hehe, truly, the heavens assist me.”

She laughed twice, feeling that the heavens were indeed not treating her poorly.

With Leng Yikun still alive, he could create a huge scene with her mother, and once the news spread, Leng Nichen would have a hard time in the Eternal Night Sect.

And in the end, Leng Yikun would still die. Already being wheeled around in a wheelchair by her father, how far could he be from death?

In the end, with Leng Yikun dead and Leng Nichen experiencing resistance from everyone, she could step forward to kill him. By then, the only successor left to the Eternal Night Sect would be her.

Perhaps, she could also secretly deal with her father.

She didn’t actually need to do anything drastic to her father, just ensure that he had no other women to bear him another heir. And for this, she didn’t need to take action herself—her mother could take care of it.

Thinking of this, her laughter grew louder, feeling that everything was too perfect.

“Miss, Young Miss, what’s gotten into you?”

The maid looked at Leng Yiyu somewhat frightened, as Leng Yiyu’s demeanor was truly unhinged.

“Please don’t scare the servants. Did you see something unclean?”

Her voice was urgent, almost tearful, and it seemed that if Leng Yiyu didn’t respond, she would immediately go fetch someone to look after Leng Yiyu.

“Young Miss, please wait, the servants will call for the pharmacist.”

As she said this, she prepared to leave.

“Shut up! Get back here to me!”

Leng Yiyu’s good mood had gradually soured due to the maid’s words, which sounded like a curse to her, and her complexion worsened.

She was fantasizing about a great future, and yet this wretched maid dared to curse her; she truly must have a death wish. Raising her hand, she slapped her hard across the face.

“You worthless wench, babbling nonsense! I am perfectly fine, how dare you curse me!”

Just slapping her wasn’t enough; she also reached out and fiercely twisted the maid’s arm, taking out her frustration.

The maid’s face turned green with pain, yet she didn’t dare make a sound, not even a cry of agony, fearing that it would make Leng Yiyu twist even harder and cause her even more pain.

“Young Miss, the servants know their mistake, the servants won’t dare do it again.”