The night sky was resplendent, the bright moon hung high, and a warm breeze swept through the imperial city, bringing with it an air of serenity.
In the early morning hours, Ye Qingqing and Chen Feng were still chatting.
As they talked, they did a few other things, then resumed their conversation.
And so it went, until the break of dawn.
"Let's do it one more time."
Ye Qingqing said to Chen Feng.
"Again?"
Chen Feng chuckled.
If he hadn't been so powerful, he feared he might have fallen at the hands of Ye Qingqing.
"Humph, I'm leaving today, won't you fulfill my last wish?"
Ye Qingqing glared at Chen Feng.
At that moment, Ye Qingqing radiated a mysterious magical charm.
"Come on."
Chen Feng was fearless.
Outside the door, Zhantai Xuan, who had intended to knock, quietly retreated.
A long while later, Chen Feng and Ye Qingqing finally emerged together from the sleeping chambers.
Chen Feng changed into formal attire to attend the morning court.