The following morning, golden light spilled over the snowy peak.
The little triangular tent had already been packed away. The Charcoal-Red Steed carried a man and a woman slowly down the mountain ridge.
Ye Jingtang sat on horseback, his cloak fluttering in the morning light, holding Huaiyan, who was bundled up like a caterpillar, in his arms.
After the long night, the Empress Dowager, now a little wife, had burrowed entirely into the thick, soft blanket. Only her slightly flushed, exquisitely delicate face remained exposed. Her large, limpid eyes glanced shyly at Ye Jingtang as she whispered:
"Once we get down the mountain, you mustn't fool around again. Yu Hu hasn't let me return home yet. I'm still the mother of a nation, after all..."
Ye Jingtang embraced her soft, supple figure, warming his left hand inside the blanket.
"Then I'll sneak over, just like in the books. Whenever you want to see me, Your Highness, simply bestow some little gift and have Hongyu bring it over. Then wait under your covers that night."
"I only granted your wish because you're so lustful and I didn't want you making the trip for nothing. Why would I spend all day thinking of you..."
"Heh..."
Ye Jingtang shook his head, not believing a word.
After all, Huaiyan had thoroughly enjoyed herself last night. At first she had been a little inhibited, but as she gradually grew accustomed to it, she had started taking the initiative to pamper him, afraid he would tire himself out.
Since it was her first time and she didn't know how, she had even asked him to teach her the various moves mentioned in the books. Simply figuring out their positions had occupied almost half the night. Had the tent not been too small to move freely in,