Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Elder Ding Nuo said.

However, although it was Jian Xun who made the move, it was ultimately due to lax supervision by the people in the stockaded village. Otherwise, such an incident wouldn’t have occurred.

“Sigh!”

Qian Jiyun let out a heavy sigh.

“Let the dead be dead. Order our people in the 18 villages to spread the word that Jian Xun, in his struggle with Prince De for the military power over the 18 villages, accidentally killed Prince De.”

“That… Will others believe it?”

Elder Ding Nuo felt that few people would believe such a statement.

“It doesn’t matter whether others believe it or not,” Qian Jiyun said.

The old emperor had been imprisoned anyway. What difference would the death of a Prince De, who was far away at the southern border, make?

Could anyone really have the audacity to inquire into how Prince De died? He was certain that even if everyone had doubts in their hearts, not a single person would dare to voice them.

“Well, all right, I’ll go spread the message,” Elder Ding Nuo eventually thought otherwise, finding the reasoning sound, and no longer had qualms about it.

Placing medicinal pill after medicinal pill from the medicinal furnace into the prepared porcelain bottles, An Jiuyue finally spoke up, looking at the man seated beside her.

“What important business brought Elder Ding Nuo here?” she asked.

“Prince De is dead,” Qian Jiyun stated bluntly.

An Jiuyue: “…”

If this person is dead, then he’s dead; it’s not like it has anything to do with them anymore.

“No, wait. Did Prince De die in the 18 stockaded villages at the border?”

If that was the case, then it had something to do with her, after all. She was now effectively the new Prince An Yang, a genuine member of the Imperial Kinsmen. If a real member of the Imperial Kinsmen died in her territory, then that responsibility was hers to bear.

“What happened?”

“It was Jian Xun’s doing; it has nothing to do with others,” Qian Jiyun clarified.

“Jian Xun? Wasn’t he a follower of Prince De? Why would he kill Prince De?” An Jiuyue opened her mouth in disbelief, unable to comprehend the situation.

“According to the reports, the two of them wanted to fake their deaths and make an escape,” Qian Jiyun added, but he didn’t believe that excuse.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the news from the 18 villages; rather, he didn’t believe that Jian Xun killed Prince De just to stage a fake death.

“In my estimate, it must have been deliberate on Jian Xun’s part. Now that Prince De is dead, there’s no use in our people keeping Jian Xun trapped. Moreover, in order to shift the blame, our people will even have Jian Xun escorted to the capital.”

“How very ruthless. Prince De was really unlucky,” An Jiuyue remarked, curling her lip.

She thought that Prince De must have trusted Jian Xun quite a bit. He probably never imagined, even in death, that Jian Xun would actually want his life, all for the sake of surviving and returning to the capital from the southern border.

“If Jian Xun is escorted to the capital, he will definitely recant. Qian Jiyun, I remember you once told me that the Prefectural Governor of Yi City is from Prince De’s maternal family,” she reminded.

“I understand,” Qian Jiyun nodded. Even without her saying it outright, he understood what she meant.

“Jian Xun can only die in Yi City.”

An Jiuyue nodded in agreement, recognizing this as the only way they could disentangle themselves from the death of Prince De and avoid controversy.

Moreover, the death of Prince De indeed had nothing to do with them.

“Is there any other news?”

She remembered that before Qian Jiyun went to see Elder Ding Nuo, he had met with another person.

“Tonight, I need to make a trip to the palace,” Qian Jiyun said.

“Oh.”

An Jiuyue responded lightly.

“I won’t go. It’s the same few insulting phrases over and over again; I’ve grown tired of hearing them.”