Chapter 2160: Chapter 2160: The Impostor Claiming to be the High Priest Demon Heart

What is going on with those imperial guards outside, why are they letting just anyone into the imperial study room? He didn’t summon anyone, so where did these people come from?

As he voiced his questions, the young eunuch standing behind him was scared stiff.

If he wasn’t so scared right now, he would have cursed the Emperor of Beikun to his face. How could he not see what’s obvious? It must be the High Priest Demon Heart paying a visit.

But in the current situation, he dared not speak out, only retreating continuously, trying his best to reduce his presence.

He was just a young eunuch; surely he wouldn’t attract the attention of these significant figures? After they dealt with the Emperor of Beikun, they wouldn’t trouble themselves with such a minor character like him, right?

“The Emperor of Beikun, such arrogance.”

An Jiuyue gave a cold laugh, thinking that the Emperor of Beikun didn’t seem very bright.

Who they are could not be more obvious, yet he still couldn’t guess? It seems the Emperor of Beikun really took her claim of being the High Priest Demon Heart as a lie, didn’t he?

Although she indeed lied, she was merely an heir.

Still, she possessed real strength. Even now, with her Demonic energy being unstable, she had more than enough power to deal with the Emperor of Beikun and his host of guards.

“Could it be the emperor never received the message I sent? Emperor of Beikun, it’s time to settle the matters with the Yiinn Family, don’t you think? You didn’t really believe no one would stand up for the Yiinn Family, did you?”

“You… who are you…?”

The Emperor of Beikun’s eyes tightened as he rose from his chair.

“So you’re the impostor claiming to be the High Priest Demon Heart? You actually dared to show up!”

An Jiuyue: “…”

When did she become a con artist?

Even if she were a con artist, she’d be a good one. Besides, won’t she eventually become the High Priest Demon Heart anyway?

“Me, a con artist? Heh.”

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, looking towards Leng Yikun and the other.

“It’s your turn to take action. No need for courtesies, kill or cripple them as I’ll take the responsibility!”

“Okay!”

Yuu Rong cheerfully responded, clenching his other fist so tightly it made a ‘crackling’ sound.

Leng Yikun did not speak, but his stride towards the Emperor of Beikun did not stop.

Such scum that would harm his own people and sell other families’ children, why show any mercy? Killing him would be a release, or better yet, leave him half-alive.

“Ah, stop hitting, don’t hit me!”

Not long after, the Emperor of Beikun’s pitiful cries of agony could be heard outside the imperial study room, almost as if he had lost his parents.

No, even when the previous Emperor of Beikun passed away, the Emperor had not wept so miserably.

“You… ah… stop hitting me, I’ll give you Silver, treasures, anything… ah… whatever the Yiinn Family offered, I’ll double it, ah!!”

He clutched his head, curling up under the desk, but still couldn’t escape Yuu Rong and Leng Yikun’s punches and kicks.

Seemingly feeling that wasn’t hidden enough, Leng Yikun kicked him out from the desk, the Emperor of Beikun fell onto the open floor, which allowed the two of them to beat him even more freely.

When State Scholar Qing and the Chief of the Imperial Guards arrived outside the imperial study room, they heard the Emperor of Beikun’s pleas for mercy and the sound of blunt instruments hitting flesh.

“Tsk.”

State Scholar Qing clicked his tongue lightly.

Why did he feel a faint sense of pleasure upon hearing the Emperor of Beikun being beaten?