To Yang Long, becoming the king of this nation was something that would probably never have been possible in his entire life, which was why he was so overjoyed.
Yang Long said excitedly, "Then, my lord, what should I do next? I'll listen to you in everything. I, Yang Long, will certainly gather all the goatfolk for you."
Zhao Fu said with a light laugh, "Now, secretly inform all the goatfolk and have them make preparations. Let them rise in rebellion at the same time. Leave the Leopardfolk main army to me; you only need to capture the cities."
Hearing that it would be so simple, Yang Long agreed with a smile all over his face and secretly spread the news.
This would take some time. By now, the sun had already set and night had fallen, so Yang Long prepared an exceptionally lavish feast to entertain Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu did not refuse, giving him some face.
At the banquet, Zhao Fu looked at a beautiful mature woman seated beside him, as well as a pair of twin sisters, and revealed an interested smile.
The mature woman had a full, voluptuous figure and lovely features, carrying a gentle and graceful air. The twin sisters beside her had slender, graceful figures and beautiful appearances, with a quiet, refined temperament that made them somewhat alluring.
Sensing Zhao Fu's gaze, Yang Long introduced them with a smile. "She is my wife, Yang Mei, and these are my two daughters, Yang Flower and Yang Grass. If my lord is interested, I'll have them serve you together tonight."
Zhao Fu appraised them with his eyes and deliberately said hesitantly, "Wouldn't that be somewhat inappropriate? They are your wife and daughters, after all."
Yang Long was not angry in the slightest. He smiled and said,