I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?-Chapter 145: Beili Emperor

Lord Qiao was stunned. When he snapped out of it, his face filled with panic.

He had only said one thing, and Dean Chen was expelling his child from the academy?

Everyone who heard this felt a lingering fear in their hearts. ’How ruthless,’ they thought. ’Good thing we already ate.’

The other members of Prime Minister Gao’s faction had intended to voice their support, but now they didn’t dare say a word. No other school would ever accept a student who had been expelled from Lou Mountain Academy.

Ye Qianning secretly praised him. ’Master truly is a master of the old guard. He acts so decisively, without any hesitation. I like it!’

She had heard from Huang Pizi about this Lord Qiao; his official position was obtained entirely by clinging to Prime Minister Gao.

Almost none of the heirs in his mansion amounted to anything. ’Master must have known about Lord Qiao’s character, which was why he acted so decisively.’ 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Prime Minister Gao’s expression was terrifyingly dark. "Dean Chen..."

"You’d best not say another word, Prime Minister Gao," Dean Chen cut in. "If you don’t leave on your own, I’ll have my men carry you out. You’ll be utterly humiliated then."

Prime Minister Gao let out a heavy breath and rose to his feet. He snorted coldly. "It’s not as if I want to be here!"

With that, he flicked his sleeves and strode toward the mountain gate.

Wrinkling his old face, Lord Qiao hurried after him.

"The Emperor has arrived."

A loud cry shattered the quiet atmosphere.

As the voice faded, the bright yellow figure of the Beili Emperor came into view.

Prime Minister Gao, who had only taken a few steps, felt his heart seize with panic. He hadn’t expected the Emperor to personally come to Lou Mountain. He instantly regretted his earlier obstinance.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Prime Minister Gao said, the first to bow to the Emperor.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Everyone quickly set down their bowls and chopsticks, rising to kneel and pay their respects. Even the instructors behind the Dean went forward and knelt in obeisance.

Only Dean Chen, holding Ye Qianning’s hand, remained standing above them all, unmoving.

Ye Qianning looked toward the figure in bright yellow. The Beili Emperor appeared to be in his forties. His eyebrows were as sharp as blades and his eyes were bright. He had a resolute face, a straight, high-bridged nose, and a dark, handlebar-style mustache.

Even with the facial hair, it wasn’t hard to tell that the Beili Emperor must have been exceptionally handsome in his youth.

"Master, will I have to kneel, too?" Ye Qianning whispered, looking up at him.

"Do you want to?" Dean Chen asked, looking down at her.

Ye Qianning shook her head. She didn’t want to kneel before anyone except her family.

"If you don’t want to, then don’t."

Her eyes lit up. "Can I really do that?"

"Of course. I taught the Emperor myself," Dean Chen said.

’Ye Qianning didn’t care about seniority. As long as she didn’t have to kneel, she’d accept any rank or status he claimed.’

"Rise, my loyal ministers," the Beili Emperor said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Everyone rose to their feet, but Prime Minister Gao remained kneeling.

"Prime Minister Gao, why do you remain on your knees?" the Beili Emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, I came to attend the feast today, but Dean Chen tried to drive me from Lou Mountain! I cannot accept this," Prime Minister Gao said, his face a picture of grievance.

"Oh?" The Beili Emperor arched a brow.

"Your Majesty, the Dean held this banquet for everyone today, and all for a little girl. He’s trying to establish seniority for a mere babe who still smells of milk! In doing so, he shows blatant disregard for Your Majesty and the Princes." Prime Minister Gao immediately began to lodge his complaint.

The Beili Emperor’s gaze shifted toward Ye Qianning.

Ye Qianning met his probing gaze without flinching. She stood straight, her small frame steady. Her eyes were calm, her expression placid, showing not the slightest hint of fear. It was as if she were simply looking at a stranger.

’The Beili Emperor had never seen such calm eyes meet his. Such tranquility could only mean one of two things: either she was completely ignorant of power and royalty and thus felt no fear, or she was incredibly shrewd.’

’Even with training, it would be impossible to cultivate such a look in a six-year-old. She was simply too young.’