Last night was a night of warmth.
The next day, Yao Ling'er personally dressed Chu Yuan in his imperial robe and tightened his waistband.
Dawu was still dark, as black symbolized massacre.
After Chu Yuan put on his imperial robe, he was refreshed. His eyes held a touch of tenderness as he looked at Yao Ling'er and toyed with her long black hair, "You've worked hard last night."
"Serving the Emperor, it's my duty,"
Yao Ling'er spoke warmly.
"Ha ha, since you've become my concubine, surely I'd need to announce it worldwide. From here on, my family has gained an additional member."
Chu Yuan laughed out loud before he left with Yao Ling'er.
The Martial Emperor has taken a concubine, she's the Spiritual Concubine.
This was a matter of national importance.
The whole nation was jubilant!
Every corner of Dawu was in a celebratory mood!
As an Emperor, having the world at his feet, he surely couldn't lack beautiful women by his side.