Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 2168: Chapter 2168: Still Thinking of Asking for Help?

“Having committed so many atrocities, how could there possibly be any descendants left? You are destined to have your lineage severed.”

“Mmm, mmm!”

The Emperor of Beikun, disregarding his own crying and pain, glared at An Jiuyue with a pair of tearful, blurred eyes.

He would not have his lineage severed; he would have many sons in the future.

As long as he could overcome the current predicament, everything would go smoothly afterwards. Whatever he desired would be his, including heirs. Wasn’t it just about having a few sons? With so many women in his harem, how could he worry about not having any sons?

Right now, he simply did not wish to have any sons to compete with him for the throne. He was still young!

“Shut up with all that wailing!”

Yuu Rong, seeing that he still dared to chime in despite everything, raised his foot to kick the Emperor again.

Had the Emperor learned nothing from his lesson? After being thoroughly chastised, he still dared to be brazen under Yuu Rong’s watchful eyes. Where did he get such courage?

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll cut out your tongue right now!”

“Mmm!”

A flicker of fear crossed the Emperor of Beikun’s eyes, and he retracted his neck, not daring to speak any more.

He knew these people were ruthless, and they meant what they said. If they said they would cut off his tongue, they would do it, so he dared not speak further.

Even though he didn’t dare to make noise anymore, he heard a voice that struck fear into him, like a bell tolling his doom, ringing in his ears.

“Just cut it off.”

Qian Jiyun swept a cold glance over the Emperor of Beikun and commanded Yuu Rong.

“Righto, I’ll do it straight away.”

Yuu Rong was pleased to carry out this order. He had long wanted to lay his hands on this dog of an Emperor. Merely beating him up was not satisfying. It had to be done several times, and cutting the tongue was very much to his liking.

He glanced at the Emperor of Beikun, then at An Jiuyue, who was casually speaking with Qing Muguo while cracking melon seeds, and reached out to lift the Emperor of Beikun.

“I’m going to do it outside!”

…

Outside, the guards watched as Leng Yikun called away a State Knight, accompanied by a man with a strong cultivation level, and wanted to step forward but didn’t dare.

Eventually, they could only watch helplessly as they left and then exchanged helpless glances with the State Knights guarding the door of the imperial study room.

Not long after, Yuu Rong came out, still holding the Emperor of Beikun, who was tied up tightly.

On seeing the guards, the Emperor of Beikun’s spirits lifted, and he started to whimper toward them, hoping those guards would hurry to his rescue!

“Heh, still hoping for rescue, are you?”

Yuu Rong chuckled coldly.

Here he was in their grasp, still dreaming that these guards could save him?

“You foolish creature, leave your dreaming for the night. But now, it’s daytime!”

Crouching down, he patted the Emperor of Beikun’s face, and then yanked out the rag stuffing his mouth.

The large chunk of cloth had been forcefully stuffed in, and now, just as forcibly, it was ripped out. The pain made the Emperor of Beikun’s tears flow again. Though he stiffened his tongue in an attempt to curse or call for help, he couldn’t utter a single word.

Yuu Rong didn’t hesitate; one hand holding a dagger, the other grasping the Emperor of Beikun’s chin.

“To have provoked the Yiinn Family, you should have known the consequences, you dog. This tongue of yours is just a small down payment.” As he spoke, he steeled his heart and plunged the dagger into the Emperor’s mouth, slashing off his tongue.