Accompanied by Kong Qi's chanting, Jin Li slowly ascended the deity altar.
This should have been a sacrifice for the whole kingdom, and only the Minister of Rites was there to preside over it, how sorrowful.
Aunt Qin and State Duke Yu stood below the altar, both looking up at Jin Li on the altar with a strong sense of helplessness flashing in their eyes.
Jin Li was ascending the altar to beg for the arrival of the divine court's forces, but it was all a mirage, an illusory bubble.
They had absolutely no power to change anything.
Some of the civil and military officials at Sima Ting's side watched Jin Li with the attitude of watching a play.
Especially, some officials who knew the origin of the deity altar, some were mocking, some were secretly heartbroken, the empress had reached a dead end.
What a pity, the beautiful woman with a short life, Empress Jin Li is bound to be entombed with this empire.
Under the eyes of everyone, Empress Jin Li slowly ascended the deity altar.