The thin Chu Mingxuan appeared in the hall. The ministers greeted him, but they were wondering if Chu Mingxuan was seriously ill.
Why did it look like he only had bones left?
Emperor Ling Hui already had only a few children, so his position was in danger.
Emperor Ling Hui did not have a brother clan yet. Even if he wanted to choose an inheritor from the collateral relatives, there was nothing he could do.
"The emperor has arrived—"
The eunuch's sharp voice sounded. Everyone gathered their thoughts and quickly knelt down.
"Long live the emperor!"
Emperor Ling Hui was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe. The dignified and domineering handsome face of a mature man formed a sharp contrast with Chu Mingxuan.
Emperor Ling Hui sat at the head of the table. He was clearly the emperor, but there was no one beside him.
Even Noble Consort Ling, whom he doted on the most in the past, did not appear.
