Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 2247: Chapter 2247: Eating Cabbage and Radish, a Bleak Twilight

Then, he raised his hand again and slapped his son hard on the little bum.

At that moment, the little baby saw it clearly—it wasn’t a bad person hitting him; it was his daddy’s hand. Immediately, he began wailing loudly.

“Daddy hit me! Mommy, Daddy hit Nuonuo! He’s bad! From now on, Nuonuo will earn money for Mommy to spend, but none for Daddy! Let him eat cabbage and radishes alone and live miserably in his old age!”

Qian Jiyun & An Jiuyue: “…”

Miserably in his old age? What kind of nonsense is that? Could they just leave this son behind at Huayan Peak and let him grow up by himself?

“Little Nuonuo, your older brothers have already grown up. So, how about when we go back this time, Daddy and Mommy take you to meet your brothers? They can play with you in the future, alright?”

Baring his white teeth, he asked his son sinisterly.

“No, no, Nuonuo only plays with Mommy.” The little baby didn’t know exactly what his own daddy meant, but he could feel the overwhelming malice.

Daddy was definitely scheming against him again—just like how he slapped his little bum! It was all about harming him. So, no way! He was going to stick to Mommy!

“Mommy, hug me! Nuonuo doesn’t want Daddy to hold me anymore.”

He opened his arms and tried to fling himself toward his mommy, but his daddy wouldn’t allow it.

“Daddy will hold you; Mommy is tired.”

The little baby: “…”

Why? Why did he have to be held by Daddy? The worst part was that when Daddy held him, he might get hit!

But protesting was futile—as a little baby, he couldn’t beat Daddy, so he could only give in. What else could he do?

“Let’s go. There’s nothing else to do here.”

An Jiuyue used her finger to poke the little baby’s cheek and looked at Qian Jiyun as she spoke.

Staying here felt uncomfortable no matter what. Better to leave sooner rather than later. However, there was still one matter to handle before leaving.

“Yi Kun, come here.”

She beckoned to Leng Yikun, motioning for him to come over.

“High Priest.”

Leng Yikun immediately walked over, only to see An Jiuyue handing him a porcelain bottle.

“This is…”

“This is the Truth Pill. Give it to the New Sovereign Emperor,” An Jiuyue said.

She didn’t want to know the Jun Empire’s secrets, nor did she intend to dig out what the Former Sovereign Emperor might know. That was not their responsibility.

“Yes, High Priest.”

Leng Yikun took the porcelain bottle and firmly gripped it in his hand.

…

Inside the palace, in a corner iron prison.

The Former Sovereign Emperor’s hands and feet were shackled with iron chains. Disheveled hair hung down as he sat on the ground, laughing scornfully at the iron prison in front of him.

“Heh.”

This was the iron prison he had ordered to have built in the palace during his reign.

Back then, it was used to imprison those who defied him as Emperor or those harboring secrets. He didn’t even remember how many people had been locked up here or how much blood had flowed across the floor.

And yet, who would have thought that one day, he himself would be shackled in this iron prison?

He remembered the fool he had personally helped ascend to the throne—it was from here that person had escaped. Seems like karma really doesn’t play favorites!

Looking up, he saw a figure walking toward him against the light. He immediately recognized it was his younger brother.

“Kill me if you want! But if you’re hoping to get secrets from me, forget it!” Before the New Sovereign Emperor could speak, he had already snarled out his words.

Not killing him and keeping him locked up—it was all about trying to extract the secrets he held. Want the Dark Token? No way. Even if he died, he’d make sure these people lived with torment in their hearts, trapped in the shadows for the rest of their lives!