Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

She’s just a woman from the countryside. My son is Prince Sui. She should be grateful that he showed an interest in her! How could she be unwilling?

“Sui’er, don’t be anxious. I’ll send someone to the Prince Zhan Yun Residence to look into this before we see if we should apologize. It’s the Prince Zhan Yun Residence, after all. Your father has been keeping an eye on it.

“If your father finds out that you went to apologize to a country girl, I’m afraid he won’t give you special treatment anymore.”

Prince Sui rolled his eyes.

When did Father ever give me special treatment? I’m never the one to be pampered and trusted.

“Mother, go and rest. I’ve sent people out to look for pharmacists and poison doctors. I believe we’ll find out if my arms were really poisoned soon.

“Since you want to return to the palace, I’ll do my best to send you back. As long as I find evidence that Qian Jiyun harmed me, he won’t be able to escape even if he has three heads and six arms.”

He knew his mother would only be happy and hopeful about her return to the palace if he said that.

However, he knew that was not the case. What could the pharmacists and doctors do if Imperial Physician Yang could not even find out if his arms were in pain because of poison?

He had no choice but to visit An Jiuyue personally and ask for her advice. Apologizing and acting according to her attitude were inevitable.

“You should rest too, Sui’er. Don’t torment yourself anymore,” Consort Wen instructed and left.

Behind her, the corners of Prince Sui’s mouth twitched.

Did I want to torment myself?

My arms hurt too much. If Mother hadn’t told Father about this, I wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble.

He recalled the bone-piercing pain in his arms while he was carried into the palace this morning. The hairs on his body stood on end.

No, I need to go to the Prince Zhan Yun Residence. I can’t let my arms be tortured any longer. If this continues, I’m afraid my mother and father will torment me to death before I die from the pain.

“Have you prepared the gift?” he asked the guard who had just entered.

“Your Highness, everything is ready,” the guard said softly and turned to look at Consort Wen’s back as she walked away.

“Your Highness, are you still going to the Prince Zhan Yun residence? Consort Wen—”

“Why should I care about her?” Prince Sui interrupted the guard unhappily.

To put it bluntly, there was no one else in his mother’s heart other than his father. He was merely a pawn used to strengthen her position by his side.

Otherwise, why did his mother not speak up for him or express concern for him when his father kicked him so terribly yesterday?

And today!

She knew his father had scolded him harshly yesterday, but she still sent someone to the palace without hesitation today.

He really had to thank his mother for not killing her only son.

“Since you’ve prepared the gift, let’s go.” He stood up and walked out.

…

In the wilderness on the outskirts of the capital…

The guard accompanying Prince De was speechless.