Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

“What did you just say?!”

It was only upon hearing this that An Jiuyue finally showed some reaction.

It turned out not only was she not Lan Zhengfeng’s daughter, even Zhiyi wasn’t Lan Zhengfeng’s?

But how could that be possible, for Zhiyi was born to her mother, a fact she was more than certain of. How could he possibly not be Lan Zhengfeng’s son?

“What exactly is going on here, explain yourself clearly!”

At this point, she no longer hesitated, a stream of Demonic energy directly encircled Lan Zhengfeng’s neck and she yanked fiercely.

“If you don’t explain yourself, I’ll kill you right now!”

“No, please don’t.”

Lan Zhengfeng’s face turned pale with fear as he struggled to breathe, his neck gripped by the Demonic energy.

“That bastard child isn’t mine at all, he is… he is…”

Under An Jiuyue’s coercion, Lan Zhengfeng finally told the truth. Originally, when Lan Zhengfeng was not yet a county magistrate but merely a scholar, in order to secure a better future for himself, he offered the most beautiful concubine of the household, who was also the mother of An Jiuyue and An Zhiyi, to the then Prefect.

Since she had been drugged, An Jiuyue’s mother was completely unaware, and had always believed that An Zhiyi was Lan Zhengfeng’s son.

“Lan Zhengfeng, you truly deserve to die!”

Hearing his words, the look An Jiuyue gave Lan Zhengfeng was so cold it could have dropped ice.

Just for his own career advancement, he had been willing to offer up even his own woman, and yet, had managed to live all these years as if it were his due, treating those he had harmed with such viciousness.

“Don’t you feel the slightest bit of guilt, Lan Zhengfeng?”

“I… ”

Just as Lan Zhengfeng was about to speak, he was interrupted by Qian Jiyun.

“If I’m not mistaken, the year Zhiyi was born, the Prefect would have been Shang Wenqing, but he was an Upright Official who never indulged in the company of women. In his household, there was only one wife and no concubines or servants.

How could such an official bestow upon Lan Zhengfeng the position of a county magistrate just for the sake of beauty?

Furthermore, becoming a county magistrate isn’t easy at all. It’s not something a Prefect can decide single-handedly, as every county magistrate is appointed by the royal court unless… ”

“Still not telling the truth!”

With a surge of Original Soul energy, he struck Lan Zhengfeng in the chest.

“Ugh, ah!”

Lan Zhengfeng screamed in agony, the sound of his bones breaking audible to his own ears.

These two were far too ruthless; even though he was already in such a state, they showed not a hint of pity, only adding injury to injury when in truth, he was An Jiuyue’s father.

“You… you…” Too inhuman!

He wanted to say this, but realizing that they both wanted him dead, he didn’t dare provoke either of them or even voice his insults aloud.

“Speak, what exactly did you do?” An Jiuyue, unswayed by his pitiful state, demanded an explanation.

“I… I’ll tell you.”

What else could Lan Zhengfeng do but to reveal the true situation?

It turned out he had carefully inquired about the Prefect’s itinerary and drugged him, then placed his own concubine in the Prefect’s bed.

Later on, he blackmailed the Prefect as a victim, threatening to make the affair widely known.

The Prefect, having no choice, succumbed to the blackmail. This was the only misdeed that the Upright Official ever committed, one he would regret for the rest of his life.

“You’re truly vile!”

An Jiuyue sincerely felt that both she and Zhiyi were finally free.