"Kneel to the ancestors!"
The Great Scholar declared loudly.
No sooner had his words faded than a cluster of flames descended from the sky, landing on the divine incense in the burner. Soon after, three wisps of blue smoke rose and drifted into the void.
Jingtai's expression was solemn as he bowed deeply toward the ancestral tablets in front of him.
With his movement, the hundred officials, nobles, and royal families behind him followed suit.
"Bow again!"
Jingtai bowed once more.
"Thrice bow!"
The vast crowd, black as a press, moved in unison.
The guards nearby also bowed their heads at this moment, silent and subdued.
A solemn atmosphere enveloped everything within ten thousand meters, with only one exception—Chen Yuan.
His gaze was profound as he looked beyond the Imperial City, silently counting the time in his heart.
