With the arrival of the Dragon Chariot, the slightly bustling area outside the Witch Mansion suddenly quieted down, and numerous eyes turned towards the location of the Dragon Chariot.
Soon, a youth dressed in a dragon robe, exuding noble majesty, stepped down from the Dragon Chariot. Everyone bowed slightly and respectfully said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Although the Emperor had lost much of his authority in front of the ministers, the formalities were still necessary.
"Rise, my ministers." Zhao Chong lifted his hand slightly, a smile appearing on his face, and under the escort of a few individuals behind him, he walked towards the mansion.
"Please, Your Majesty." The servants of the Witch Mansion also greeted Zhao Chong warmly and respectfully.
"Lord Anyang has arrived." Just as Zhao Chong stepped over the threshold of the Witch Mansion, a loud voice rang out. Shortly after, a carriage arrived at the mansion's entrance, with an entourage more impressive than Zhao Chong's.
