Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

All of a sudden, Zhan Beiye paused mid-sentence as if he had just remembered who had previously occupied that spot. His eyes widened in an instant, his face contorted with an expression of disgust.

“This is cursed, way too cursed. Take it away and throw it out. Even dogs wouldn’t eat such filth, let alone someone who would cook it!”

His disdain for Gu Qingyu, the woman who was already dead, grew even further. He had thought, based on the conversations of the people outside, that the fish cooked by Gu Qingyu might actually be tasty.

Who would have known it would be such an accursed thing, almost poisoning him to death. It was truly…

He didn’t even know what to say.

“Yes, yes, I shall dispose of it immediately,” the guard responded eagerly, barely containing his laughter as he quickly snatched the grilled fish from the stone table and dashed out of the residence.

“Su Tang, I’ll leave the matters here to you. I’m going to check the forest,” Zhan Beiye said, sticking out his tongue and feeling the numbness still lingering. He quickly turned and left, feeling utterly embarrassed for having consumed such a disgusting thing.

No sooner had Brother Zhen arrived than he saw Zhan Beiye leaving. He hesitated for a moment before following him without further hesitation.

“If we stay here for a few more days, you all will need to find your own food to fill your bellies for the next few days. Remember, don’t wander too far off,” Su Tang instructed the group of guards.

After a moment’s thought, he added another instruction: “Send someone to notify the members of the Qingyun Sect to prepare themselves early.” After all, they might be useful to their lord in the future, and he couldn’t let them suffer too much hardship—moderation was key.

“Notify them? We’re already generous for not driving them away,” one of the guards muttered.

“That’s right. There’s not one from the Qingyun Sect who is trouble-free. In my opinion, just kick them out and let them fend for themselves in the Zhedu Sea Area!” another chimed in upon hearing this.

The guards couldn’t help but grumble. If it weren’t for those from the Qingyun Sect, they wouldn’t need to linger here for additional days.

The Princess Consort of the Second Rank wouldn’t have been injured, and the antidote that was yet to be refined wouldn’t have exploded.

“If I tell you to go, then go. What are you muttering about?” Su Tang said with a stern gaze, speaking in a forceful tone.

Though the guards were reluctant, one of them stood up and went to relay the message to the Qingyun Sect’s members.

…

Outside, in a not so dense forest, Zhan Beiye stood still with two rabbits in his hand.

“You’ve followed all the way, come out,” he said.

He had known all along that someone was following him; he simply had not wanted to deal with it before.

He thought that if he ignored him, the follower might leave on his own, but it turned out that wasn’t the case. This person was stubborn and insisted on sticking with him.

“Prince Zhan,” said Brother Zhen as he stepped out from behind a large tree, greeting Zhan Beiye with a respectful fist salute.

“I am Mo Zheng, the senior disciple of the Qingyun Sect, at your service, Prince Zhan,” he declared.

“Why follow me? What do you want?” Zhan Beiye asked, his gaze indifferent.

“Nothing urgent, I just came to inquire whether King Yaan might have any use for the Qingyun Sect. If there is any service in which we may assist, the Qingyun Sect is willing to render our humble efforts,” Mo Zheng replied, having realized that from the very beginning, the voyage on their ship had been allowed as a favor to the Qingyun Sect.

It was supposed to be a mutually agreeable arrangement, but unexpectedly, the presence of Gu Qingyu, who specialized in stirring up trouble, had turned what should have been a smooth partnership into the current mess.