Indeed, it was the Imperial Family's ancestral worship ceremony, truly grandiose and elaborate.
In front of the altar, martial artists carried out a giant furnace from the Ancestral Temple, which was then adorned with three sticks of tall incense by officials from the Ministry of Rites.
Amid the complex preparations, considerable time had passed.
In the blink of an eye, it was already the hour of Si.
Around nine o'clock in the morning.
The preparations for the ancestral worship were almost complete, and Chen Yuan's gaze sharpened as he keenly spotted a large procession approaching from not far away, led by Jingtai's dragon sedan.
Jingtai was dressed in a golden-yellow dragon robe embroidered with nine lifelike dragons.
At his side were the princes Sima Qian, Sima You, and Sima Ke, but there was only one female, Princess Pingyang; the reason for this was unclear.
Even Jingtai's sons, though but children, followed behind him with respectful demeanors.
