"Very well."
Liu Xie withdrew his gaze and smiled at Zhen Mi and his other consorts, then rose and left the Bedchamber, following the ritual officer to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to offer sacrifices.
"Your Majesty."
Kong Rong had been waiting at the Imperial Ancestral Temple early. When he saw Liu Xie, he bowed, then gestured for him to step forward and pay homage to his ancestors.
Kneeling on a rush cushion, Liu Xie gazed at the dozens of spirit tablets before him, feeling somewhat apprehensive.
He was not worried about making mistakes in the ritual etiquette. Under the pretext of reviewing it, he had taken a crash course in every ceremony with Kong Rong and committed everything he needed to do to memory.
What truly troubled him was his identity.
Ancestors of the Liu Family, although I am only an impostor Son of Heaven, I am still a descendant of the old Liu Family, after all. I had no choice but to impersonate the Son of Heaven. If your spirits watch from above, remember to bless me.
It is better for one of our Liu Family to occupy this imperial throne than for Cao Thief, Yuan Thief, or that Sima Old Thief to steal it. I will certainly strive to make our Great Han great again!
Liu Xie silently repeated these words as he bowed.
Whether his prayers had worked, he did not know, but no accidents such as spirit tablets toppling occurred throughout the ceremony, nor did dark clouds suddenly gather overhead. He completed his homage smoothly, then presented the various offerings.
Once all this was done, Liu Xie rose and walked out of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Just as he stepped out, a breeze brushed against him from behind, lifting the ribbon beside his temple and laying