Upon hearing Ye Luo’s question, Princess Yu did not hesitate and answered directly, "The Empire has been invaded, and the king appointed me as the supervisor in charge of leading our soldiers as a support unit ready to reinforce various locations at any time. Now, the Western Frontier is under the greatest pressure, so I naturally came here!"

"But Your Highness, weren’t you supposed to be at the Sacred Temple to marry the Saintess? How come you’re here?"

Princess Yu asked in confusion.

Ye Luo smiled slightly and waved to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling withdrew her imposing pressure and walked over directly because she knew what Ye Luo intended to do.

"This is the Saintess of the Sacred Temple, Feng Ling. Didn’t I bring her back?"

Ye Luo’s face carried a smile.

However, this sentence immediately made everyone around—whether the Werewolf Tribe or others—suddenly drop to the ground!

The Demon Clan held enormous reverence for the Sacred Temple. The Sacred Temple was not just a place of belief in their hearts; its power was also something they had to fear!

Unexpectedly, the beauty they had mistaken as Ye Luo’s maid turned out to be the Saintess of the Sacred Temple!

"Paying respects to the Saintess!"

Everyone acted with utmost respect. Ye Luo’s identity as the Third Prince was confirmed, so naturally, they wouldn’t doubt his words. Whether they liked Ye Luo or not was irrelevant; the Royal Family was after all the Royal Family, and their words were worth a thousand gold, impossible to be false.

And, of course, Ye Luo didn’t lie.

Princess Yu immediately shifted her focus to Feng Ling. Her feelings towards the Saintess were very complicated. On one hand, the presence of the Saintess meant competing with Princess Yu for Ye Luo’s attention, an emotional rival.

But initially, it was Princess Yu who supported Ye Luo’s marriage to the Goddess, and furthermore, the Goddess’s appearance in the Da Yue Empire was certainly a good thing. Especially now, surrounded by attacks from all sides, it was a great aid!

So Princess Yu’s expression was naturally complex, but given her high status, even with myriad thoughts in her mind, her face showed no trace. She respectfully greeted Feng Ling.

However, despite Princess Yu’s wisdom, Feng Ling was not foolish!

Feng Ling was not a real Saintess but a temporary selection. Although the title of Saintess was recognized by the Sacred Temple, Feng Ling’s life experiences were immutable.

Observing words and expressions was Feng Ling’s basic skill, so during the brief conversation between Princess Yu and Ye Luo, Feng Ling already determined the relationship between Princess Yu and Ye Luo was anything but simple!

Now that Feng Ling had sided with Ye Luo, she relied on him unless she wanted to venture out into the world alone; otherwise, she could only stay by Ye Luo’s side.

Feng Ling understood clearly that the Sacred Temple might not intervene in other matters. As long as she reached the Da Yue Empire, she gained a certain freedom, regardless of her actions, but all of this was contingent upon her staying close to Ye Luo.

The Sacred Temple greatly cherished its reputation, and Feng Ling, under the guise of the Saintess, had married Ye Luo; thus relying on Ye Luo became the Sacred Temple’s baseline for Feng Ling!

Feng Ling was very clever and fully understood these nuances. So, upon hearing Princess Yu’s words, she immediately smiled and said, "My dear sister, I’m no longer the Saintess. You may call me Sister Ling’er or simply by my name, Feng Ling!"

Princess Yu raised her eyebrows slightly. Feng Ling’s words seemed simple and her face carried a smile, but the implications were anything but uncomplicated.

Because Feng Ling was asking Princess Yu to call her sister!

But Princess Yu didn’t refuse, for she understood from the moment she supported Ye Luo’s marriage to the Saintess that if Ye Luo truly brought the Saintess back, the Saintess would naturally be the primary wife, leaving Princess Yu as a secondary.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain; the position of the primary wife can only belong to one—regardless of whether Ye Luo is a prince or a commoner, this is unchangeable!

But neither of them could foresee that the struggle for the title of primary wife would extend far beyond the two of them!

Led by Ling Qingya on behalf of the Earth Group, and Li Muxin of the Great Tang Group!

Moreover, scattered beyond these two groups, there were other women of Ye Luo eyeing the position of primary wife!

The Mysterious Valley on Earth never gathered all of Ye Luo’s women.

Even Ye Luo’s mentor, Xuan Ji, could not completely account for all of Ye Luo’s women!

For instance, Bai Jie, the Ninth Hall Master of the Corpse King Palace, who was forced by Ye Luo every time they met!

Take Zhang Qian, whom Ye Luo had met in the Wa Kingdom!

And others!

But due to certain special reasons, these women were not by Ye Luo’s side and Xuan Ji could not find them, so they continued their separate lives!

Nonetheless, this doesn’t mean they don’t hold Ye Luo in their hearts, nor does it mean Ye Luo won’t seek to gather them all in the future!

Even beyond Earth, in the Martial Realm, did Ye Luo truly show no mercy?

Not only those who slept with Ye Luo can be called his women!

As long as their hearts were stolen by Ye Luo, perhaps, they could be considered Ye Luo’s women!

Though these women might not necessarily belong to Ye Luo, they likewise couldn’t simply not belong to Ye Luo!

The rightful position of the primary wife...

In the future, it’s bound to incite quite a struggle!

Of course, Ye Luo knows nothing of these matters. For Ye Luo, the women he loves, he’ll pursue. As for what comes after?

Ye Luo certainly doesn’t anticipate how to arrange them!

At this moment, Ye Luo smiled as he listened to the chatter between the two women. To Ye Luo, he couldn’t perceive the subtle undertones of conflict; in his eyes, as long as they both got along well, it was good for him!

Seeing that their mutual introductions were about concluded, Ye Luo intervened, saying, "Alright, you two stop chit-chatting now and tell me what the current state of the battle at the Western Frontier is!"

At this moment, the Young Werewolf Lord felt indescribably aggrieved but knew offending Ye Luo now was not worth it. Moreover, with the appearance of the Saintess from the Sacred Temple, he dared not act recklessly. Hearing Ye Luo’s question, the Young Werewolf Lord grudgingly stepped forward to respond.

"In response to Your Highness, the battle here is not optimistic!"

Saying this, the Young Werewolf Lord stole a glance at Ao Long to see no reaction from him, then heaved a sigh of relief. Evidently, the Young Werewolf Lord was terrified of Ao Long’s previous slap!