"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.
