"From now on, you will be the emperor of Beikun Kingdom. I will give you two years to try to restore the vitality of Beikun Kingdom. As for him..." She glanced at Emperor Beikun.
"Just kill him."
Qian Jiyun's words, an understatement, decided the fate of Emperor Beikun.
"Ho, ho ho!"
Emperor Beikun was really scared. These people were so inhuman. They would kill if they told him to.
Even if Shang Que becomes emperor, he is still the last emperor of Beikun Kingdom, right? How can he be killed like this? After all, he should be kept in the palace and be well cared for, right?
He wanted to rush forward and beg for mercy from An Jiuyue, the devil-heart high priest, but no one paid him any attention.
…
Because there was only one person in Shang Que, the whole family of the prime minister's house had been destroyed. Even if there were a few state officials to take care of him, the officials would not be convinced.
So, the next day in the morning, all the officials saw the body of Emperor Beikun placed in the middle, covered with a piece of white cloth.
The person sitting on the golden dragon throne was not Shang Que, but An Jiuyue. She looked at the frightened faces of the officials below with innocent eyes.
All the officials were really frightened and couldn't understand.
No news came out. They just came for a morning meeting and saw Emperor Beikun, who was still alive and kicking yesterday morning, now turned into a corpse.
Who else could have endured this? It was already good without screaming.
Especially those officials who followed Emperor Beikun and did many crazy things on weekdays. All of them were sweating coldly, their calves were trembling, and they didn't dare to look at the person sitting on the golden dragon throne.
Even Emperor Beikun was killed so easily, but he was protected by three thousand royal guards in the palace.
What about the officials who live outside the palace? Will they fall asleep one night and never wake up again? This is not impossible, right?
"Have you seen enough?"
An Jiuyue gave them a full quarter of an hour to carefully look at the body of Emperor Bei Kun in the main hall.
Looking at the faces of these ministers, some were scared, some were frightened, and some were happy. Anyway, they had all kinds of expressions, and she found it quite strange.
There was also a special person, wearing the official uniform of a general. She saw this person's right foot moving, as if he wanted to step on it a few times.
However, since he was in the main hall with so many ministers watching, he didn't dare to step on it, so he held back.
The ministers reacted when they heard the voice. They all turned their attention to An Jiuyue who was sitting on the golden dragon throne, and then saw the familiar person next to her.
"Shang Que, how could it be you? Aren't you on death row?"
A man wearing a crimson python robe pointed directly at Shang Que who was sitting next to An Jiuyue with one hand.
He knew that this bitch was not a good person, and if he didn't kill him, he would bring huge trouble to Beikun Kingdom sooner or later. Now it's okay, something really happened.
"How did you get out?"
"Yongninghou, do you hope that I will always be on death row?" Shang Que narrowed his eyes, sneered, and asked Yongninghou.
That's what he thought. Unfortunately, God will not stop his merchants. There is a high priest with a demon heart who makes decisions for their merchants. From now on, he will not let go of any of those who have done evil things with Emperor Beikun.
of.
"Have a grudge?"
An Jiuyue glanced at Yongning Hou, then looked at Shang Que and asked.
