Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 2185: Chapter 2185: Get to Work After Eating

“Shut up!”

The Ninth Prince turned his head and scolded the Emperor Zhong.

With such an infuriating mouth, who wouldn’t want to beat him up? If not for the fact that he was his biological brother, he would’ve stomped on him a few times by now. It was just too aggravating!

Even now, he couldn’t see the reality of the situation—wasn’t that just like him?

“You…”

Seeing the Ninth Prince glaring at him with furious eyes, Emperor Zhong immediately fell silent.

Right now, he could only rely on the Ninth Prince to draw away these people’s anger so he could escape himself. That had been his plan all along.

But this Ninth Prince never played by the rules. As soon as he arrived, he knelt in front of these people. How was he supposed to fan the flames now? Worse, what if the Ninth Prince teamed up with these people to turn against him?

That wasn’t entirely impossible. He knew the Ninth Prince had always disapproved of his ways and often opposed him in the royal court.

“Old Nine, are you eager for my death? Is that why you’re trying to use these people to get rid of me?” Thinking this, he blurted it out loud.

“Let me tell you, even if I die, the throne will never be yours. Don’t think you can use them to seize the throne. The court ministers are all my people. They would never let you, someone who caused my death, sit on the throne!”

The Ninth Prince: “!!!”

He truly wanted to know whether, if this Emperor Zhong died, the court ministers would weep for him or secretly go home, sit down with their families for a good meal, drink, and celebrate.

How out of touch with reality could someone be to shamelessly spout such nonsense?

“You may rise.”

An Jiuyue cast a calm gaze at the Ninth Prince, signaling for him to stand up.

As for Emperor Zhong, someone so transparent it was laughable, he was beyond saving. Even at this point, he still didn’t know how to beg for mercy and was trying to stir the pot instead.

He didn’t even consider whose temper he was trying to provoke. Did he really think someone beaten to the point of being unrecognizable by even his parents could stoke such a fire?

“Yi Kun, now that you’re full, get to work.” She gave Leng Yikun another command.

“Yes…”

“No need, no need, Sister-in-law. Yi Kun still needs rest. Leave this kind of physically demanding task to me.” Before Leng Yikun could even respond, Yuu Rong slammed his chopsticks onto the table with a ‘smack.’

After exchanging a few words with An Jiuyue, he raised a hand to pat Leng Yikun on the shoulder.

“Yi Kun, today’s dishes were truly excellent. Take your time eating, really—leave the rest to me.”

Leng Yikun: “…”

Honestly, there was no need to take it slow. While his health wasn’t the best, he could still handle a bit of work on occasion.

Besides, the task the High Priest assigned was something he rather enjoyed.

“If you want to go, then go.”

He thought about the bottle of medicinal pills the High Priest had given him. Perhaps he could let Yuu Rong vent his anger on Emperor Zhong first, then administer the pills before making his own move?

After all, Emperor Zhong really had it coming. Not only had he tried to flirt with the High Priest, but he also wanted to manipulate them and provoke a conflict between the Ninth Prince and them, hoping to benefit as the bystander.

What a delusional fool, thinking everyone but himself was an idiot!

Yuu Rong gave an emphatic nod, then stood up and slowly walked toward Emperor Zhong.

“You… What are you trying to do?”

Seeing Yuu Rong’s wicked grin as he approached, flexing his fingers like someone preparing for a fight, Emperor Zhong immediately panicked.