After they returned to the rear of the Main Stronghold, the clamor outside gradually faded into the distance.
Having smoothly finished his business, Ye Jingtang finally breathed a sigh of relief. As he walked, he looked up at the big, white full moon in the sky.
Fan Qinghe, dressed in the High Priest Garment, still maintained the dignified, mysterious bearing of a Zhu Zong, but excitement shone in her eyes as she kept marveling:
"After all these years of running east and west, the Northwestern Royal Court has finally restored its kingdom today. If our forebears' spirits in heaven knew, they would surely be happy..."
Ye Jingtang came from the martial world and had long coveted Fengguancheng's position, but he really had little feeling for an emperor's throne. Still, seeing Qinghe so happy naturally made him happy too.
Back in Panlong Cave, Ye Jingtang's body had already recovered completely. In fact, he had been as vigorous as a dragon and fierce as a tiger.
Seeing Qinghe dressed so formally and demurely, clearly looking as though she was not to be trifled with, inevitably gave Ye Jingtang ideas. Through her loose ceremonial robes, he reached out and cupped her impressively sized Big Moon:
"Yes. For something this momentous, shouldn't we celebrate?"
Fan Qinghe flinched slightly and held his hand down:
"If you want to celebrate, go out and drink. What's the meaning of picking on me?"
Ye Jingtang did not remove his hand, continuing to caress her through her skirt:
"How is this picking on you? Since I've become the leader of the Western Sea Tribes, under our two tribes' agreement, you're the leader's wife from now on. For something this important, if you don't make some gesture, where's the sense of ceremony?"
"A sense of ceremony?"
Fan Qinghe considered it