"Long live the Emperor, long live, long live!"
In the court, watching Zhao Chong being shakily supported onto the dragon throne by the eunuch, Chen Mo respectfully bowed down. The few generals behind him, upon seeing Chen Mo's actions, quickly followed suit and bowed.
After Xiao Yunqi's coup, although a new batch of officials was promoted, they were all people from Xiao Yunqi's side. Most of them perished during last night's banquet, making the officials in the hall sparse.
Those officials who survived naturally possessed the skill to adapt to the changing winds, even bowing faster than Chen Mo and his group.
Zhao Chong was at a loss, seeing the ministers subtly siding with Chen Mo, he realized he had to continue being a puppet.
"You... you may rise," Zhao Chong said.
