Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability - Chapter 1962

Chapter 1962: Chapter 1962: What Slip Was Revealed

“He wouldn’t dare!”

Leng Yiyu instinctively wanted to curse.

A bastard born of a servant, and one still unsure whether he’s the son of his father or not, wanted to give her attitude? How audacious.

“Mother, you think too highly of him. Who knows whether he can secure the Young Sect Master’s position or not? Father is still young. It’s quite possible for him to father another ten or eight children. As for him? He should just stay wherever it’s cool and out of the way,” she said, pouting her lips.

She hadn’t considered at all that upon hearing these words, her mother’s face would show such a splendid array of colors.

Sect Master Leng was indeed still young, and fathering ten or eight children was no issue, but she wasn’t, was she? Her beauty had long faded, and Sect Master Leng didn’t even show her a good expression anymore.

Having Sect Master Leng father a few more sons would be no different from Leng Nichen; none would be her own offspring.

“If I tell you to go, you will go. What’s with all the useless talk?” She intensified her tone, ordering coldly.

“Mother!”

Leng Yiyu still did not want to go, stamping her foot in objection.

“Shut up, hurry up and prepare. Get a gift ready for your second brother, and besides, don’t pull a long face when you see people. If you look like that and the Great Elder sees you, and later tells your father about it, we’ll see how you beg your father for this and that,” Lady Leng continued.

“I…”

Leng Yiyu felt extremely reluctant, but she was helpless.

“Fine. I’ll have someone prepare a gift. I do want to see what kind of face that bastard has, making me personally greet him!” she said through gritted teeth, venomously.

In any case, treating that bastard with anything resembling politeness was out of the question. It was already a mercy not to stab him directly, and that was only out of regard for her father’s sake.

When the time came, she would make sure that bastard got what was coming to him.

To think that he wanted to command her—him, the bastard who’d never been acknowledged by their father—did he deserve it?

After she left unwillingly, Lady Leng’s expression grew even colder, her gaze deep and unfathomable as she looked towards the doorway.

“Madam, it’s all arranged. The gift Miss is taking contains the poison,” the old maid walked in and respectfully informed her.

“Don’t give anything away.”

Lady Leng glanced at her and instructed.

“Don’t worry, Madam. The poison will vanish without a trace after an hour, and even if the Sect Master wanted to investigate, he wouldn’t find anything,” the old maid said.

Now, they were just waiting for word that Leng Nichen had arrived at the Eternal Night Sect. Then, the person Lady Leng had arranged would plant the poison in the gift that the Miss was to give.

After an hour in the air, the poison would dissipate, leaving no trace for anyone to find.

By that time, whether it be Leng Nichen or the Great Elder, both would be poisoned and die, and the Sect Master would only assume they had been poisoned elsewhere, never suspecting the Miss.

…

“They really dare,” thought Sect Master Leng, who naturally had received the message very quickly.

When he heard about Lady Leng’s plan to use poison, he was truly taken aback.

Coming back wasn’t just Leng Nichen; it was the Great Elder and his retinue as well. Was she intending to wipe them all out at once, not sparing a single one?

However, she hadn’t considered sparing the Great Elder’s life before either. According to the intelligence he received, the Fourth Elder had indeed made a deadly move against the Great Elder. If the Great Elder returned, he would inevitably have to choose between the Great Elder and the Fourth Elder.