After Xiao Zier and the other two entered seclusion, Liu Changxu finally had some free time and devoted most of his attention to keeping his wives company.
Ever since the Insect Race calamity had descended, he had either been fighting bloody battles against the Insect Race or racking his brains over the Human Race's reconstruction, toiling day and night. He had scarcely been able to spare any time to enjoy a peaceful life with his wives. Now that the world was reasonably peaceful, he finally had the chance to spend time with them.
Every day, he would either sit with his wives in the courtyard, brew a pot of spirit tea, and play board games while savoring tea amid its curling fragrance, or stroll hand in hand with them through the beautiful mountains and waters of Mount Nine Splendors, watching clouds gather and unfurl and listening to streams murmur as time flowed gently by in contentment.
His wives also treasured these rare, wonderful days. Every day, they found new ways to prepare all manner of exquisite dishes for their husband to enjoy. In their leisure hours, they played the zither, sang with him, and danced gracefully, filling their days with warmth and ease.
On the morning of the tenth day of the eighth month in the year 2315 of the Great Han, inside the resplendent Cloud Sky Treasure Hall above Peach Blossom Peak on Mount Nine Splendors.
Liu Changxu sat upright on the jade throne at the head of the hall, with Duan Yuwei, Murong Yuyao, and the other women beside him. All their gazes rested on the center of the hall.
Yang Yuxuan, Su Yue'e, and Zhao Qingxia stretched their graceful figures and began a captivating dance. They wore gauzy dance dresses embroidered with flowing clouds, their skirts billowing