After his heavy, paradigm-shifting conversations with the mother and daughter of the Spirit Hall, nothing of note happened across the remaining days of the week.
The grand, sweeping gears of war had finally ground to a halt, leaving the Eastern Region in a state of quiet, transitional recovery.
Haoran spent the rest of the week just relaxing within the lavish imperial guest quarters, completely detached from the ongoing reconstruction of the city walls and the frantic political restructuring of the local kingdoms.
He focused his entire attention on going on leisurely, private dates with Huo Yue and completely indulging on her beautiful, willing body.
They spent hours upon hours inside the curtained chambers, the air thick with the scent of crimson flames and heavy passion.
