Zhao Mu took one step at a time up the jade steps, and amid the cries of "Long live the Emperor," he seated himself on the dragon throne.
He looked down.
Everyone prostrated themselves on the ground, Eunuch Yi, Eunuch Yuan, Tang Mingyuan, and other such distinguished individuals did the same, and Zhao Mu couldn't help feeling a surge of boldness.
"Rise, my beloved officials!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhou Yi stood to the left, bowing as he spoke, "Your Majesty, the empress dowager has been bewitched by the demon of Sanyang and possessed by ghostly entities. Your servant has recently learned a technique to exorcise ghosts and wishes to rid the empress dowager of these evils!"
Zhao Mu's eyes shone with appreciation; this was an excellent proposition.
No matter how much trouble the empress dowager caused in the Inner Palace, she was still Zhao Mu's mother. To actually kill her would stain his reputation for a lifetime.
