Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

She looked at Qian Jiyun and asked.

“Many people want me dead,” Qian Jiyun said with a chuckle.

“Tsk!” An Jiuyue clicked her tongue and smiled. “Qian Jiyun, do you think it’s an honor for someone to want your life?”

He seemed so smug! Those who did not Imow better might even think that those people were not after his life but wanted to help him.

Only he would say something like that, right?

“Isn’t it an honor?” Qian Jiyun asked.

He thought it was a good thing that someone wanted his life. At least it proved his importance, right?

“It’s quite an honor. Satisfied?” An Jiuyue had no choice but to agree with him.

“You’re going to the palace, right? I’ll wait for her here.”

“Okay,” Qian Jiyun replied.

The news had most likely reached the people in the palace. The old Emperor had no fear of death. How could he not cause trouble when he found out that Qian Jiyun had returned?

Of course, An Jiuyue was not talking about waiting for Xue Yingyue. She was talking about Consort Wen, whom everyone could now trample.

She had been feeling aggrieved in the palace for so long, and they had finally returned after causing her so much trouble. Why wouldn’t she take this opportunity to cause trouble?

The old Emperor would also happily give Consort Wen a chance to contribute. He would definitely let her leave the palace.

“What? What? What?!”

In the Prince Sui Residence, Yan Sui was so frightened that he almost hid under his blanket when he heard that Prince Zhan Yun, Qian Jiyun, had returned. He had had enough over the past six months. Even after all this time, his arms still hurt like crazy. Sometimes they would hurt for several days, and he would be on the brink of tears, wanting to die.

But who could he blame? An Jiuyue, Qian Jiyun, or Prince De?

NO, ne did not blame tnem.

He blamed his mother, who was dumber than a pig. If she had not gone to his father to deliver the news and provoked Qian Jiyun and his wife, he might have already obtained the antidote.

Why would he still occasionally have to endure pain for several days?

“That’s right, Your Highness. Prince Zhan Yun is back. Would you like to send him a letter of greeting?” The servant beside him could tell that Prince Sui’s arms were really injured. He would not recover without An Jiuyue’s antidote.

Hence, they did not think of going to the palace to seek help. All they did was remind their master to consider begging the people from Prince Zhan Yun Residence again.

After all, those two people in the palace only knew how to cause trouble for this son of theirs.

“To Prince Zhan Yun Residence?” Prince Sui interrupted the servant angrily, his expression ugly.

“Hurry, send someone to the palace. Go to Mother’s palace and intercept it.”

“Huh?”

The servants did not understand their master’s words. Who should they intercept?

“Your Highness, you mean…”

Could it be that someone had sent word of Qian Jiyun’s return to the palace, and Consort Wen wanted to cause trouble for them?

She would not be causing trouble for Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue. She would be causing trouble for her son!

“I’ll send someone to the palace now,” the servant replied quickly and turned to run.

However, Prince Sui’s expression remained unsightly. “No one in the Prince Zhan Yun Residence is good!”