The next morning.
Holy Imperial Court.
In the palace dining hall.
The King of Creation, Sacred Prison King, Bujie, Xu Ying, Lin Wenxuan, and Xiang Kunlun were all sitting in the dining room having breakfast.
Bujie shook his head and said, "No wonder there were once kings who neglected morning court; Brother Yang must be lost in the tender land of love!"
Ning Jianfeng joked, "Brother Yang hasn't seen Sister-in-law Qingmei for three years, naturally it's dry wood meeting a fiery flame, and the fire only grows stronger!"
"Hahaha…"
A group of unruly men burst into laughter.
Dongfang Ruoshui, Xiao Ziyun, Alinda, Prajna, and other women didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
They had planned to visit Yang Luo's room last night, but Su Qingmei got there first.
Bujie took a sip of milk and boldly said, "So, sisters-in-law, when are you planning to give Brother Yang a few big, healthy boys?
Then I can take a bunch of little ones to cultivate!"
