Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Your Highness, my throat hurts!

Ying Changqing went straight into the largest room in the city lord's mansion.

He knocked on the door.

"Who is it? What's the matter?"

A stern yet slightly seductive voice came from inside the room.

"Lord Liwu, there is an urgent letter from Xianyang that you must handle personally."

"May I come in?"

Ying Changqing asked in a low voice.

"Come in."

Ying Changqing pushed open the door and saw a very long table.

The table was piled high with bamboo slips, indicating that the owner was a very diligent worker.

Behind the table sat a beautiful woman wearing a purple dress and a black cloak.

Her long hair was casually tied back.

The door opened, a cold breeze blew in, and her hair fluttered, making her look very charming.

The woman felt cold, and her delicate face furrowed, revealing her displeasure.

The dark purple butterfly pattern between her brows seemed to be vibrating, making her appear even more alluring.

"Close the door after you come in."

The woman's voice was cold. She never looked up, only staring at the books on the table, occasionally picking up a pen to make annotations, very focused.

Even as she heard Ying Changqing's footsteps approaching, Li Wu kept her head down and simply said, "Just put the things on the table."

A small, all-black kitten playing by the table recognized its owner immediately upon seeing Ying Changqing, meowing happily and running to Ying Changqing's feet to rub against him affectionately.

Seeing Li Wu so focused, Ying Changqing's lips curled up slightly, his voice still deep: "Yes, sir."

Then, he quietly walked behind Li Wu and hugged her.

Li Wu did not resist; she stared at Ying Changqing, her eyes filled with joy and longing.

"Your Highness, did you have fun?"

Ying Changqing looked at Li Wu, sighed, and kissed her cheek.

"You knew it was me all along?"

Even if Li Wu forgets everyone else, she will never forget the Prince.

"Your voice sounds so familiar, I'm sure I can recognize it."

"And who else but you could make that timid little black dog meow so happily?"

After saying that, Li Wu couldn't control her longing and immediately turned around to hug Ying Changqing's neck, pressing her face against his chest.

"Your Highness, Li Wu misses you very much."

Ying Changqing stroked her long hair, his voice gentle: "I missed you too. Thank you for managing Yao Guang these past few days."

Li Wu didn't want to leave Ying Changqing's embrace and shook her head in his arms.

"It is an honor for Li Wu to serve the Prince; it is not hard work."

Ying Changqing felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this.

He cupped Li Wu's face in his hands, looked at her reddened lips, and then lowered his head to kiss her.

Li Wu did not resist. Instead, she raised her head and stared at Ying Changqing with eyes full of love.

She reached out and hugged Ying Changqing's back, pressing herself tightly against him, as if she wanted to completely merge herself into his embrace.

After a while, Li Wu was out of breath and gently pushed Ying Changqing before he was released.

Li Wu leaned against Ying Changqing's chest, breathing rapidly like a fish out of water.

Her lips were even redder, glistening in the sunlight.

Ying Changqing reached out and touched Li Wu's face, gently rubbing her lips with his thumb.

What difficulties are there in managing Yaoguang?

Li Wu shook her head nervously: "No, Your Highness, you don't need to worry."

Ying Changqing lowered his head and gently kissed Li Wu's forehead, pressing for an answer: "Really not?"

Ying Changqing absolutely refused to believe it.

Li Wu was just a female assassin; she had never studied political maneuvering.

Given her abilities, it's impossible for her not to work hard.

Ying Changqing was certain that Li Wu had concealed the truth, such as the matter of the City Lord's Mansion, because she was afraid he would worry.

Li Wu clearly understood the importance of the City Lord's Mansion.

The only reason she gave up on rebuilding must be that Yaoguang ran out of money.

This is understandable.

Yaoguang's initial capital came from Ying Changqing's savings accumulated over eighteen years in Xianyang.

Because he was wary of Lü Buwei, he didn't amass much wealth, and he must have spent it all after the city wall was completed.

Li Wu is not suitable to manage Yao Guang City; Wei Qianqian must be relied upon to handle internal affairs.

She is not suited for economic and business development work.

This is why Ying Changqing believes the City Lord's Mansion failed to be rebuilt.

Li Wu immediately lowered her head, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it's my fault."

Ying Changqing patted Li Wu's head and said gently, "It's okay, making mistakes is normal."

"It's not your fault, don't worry about it. You've done a great job starting from scratch. I'm very satisfied with Yaoguang City."

Hearing Ying Changqing's praise, Li Wu looked up, her eyes filled with anticipation: "Really?"

"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"

Ying Changqing's affirmation made Li Wu happily lean her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"The prince would never lie to me!"

Her voice was no longer filled with frustration, but with joy.

"If Yaoguang has any problems right now, just tell me, and I'll take care of it."

Ying Changqing asked again, and Li Wu started counting on her fingers.

Li Wu was about to hold up both hands to count the questions when Ying Changqing pinched his forehead, and several black lines appeared on his forehead.

"There are indeed many problems with Yao Guang."

"To have a territory managed by an assassin who is only an assassin, she must have put in tremendous effort to build Yaoguang into such a great city, all so as not to disappoint me."

Thinking of this, Ying Changqing felt a pang of heartache and pulled Li Wu into his arms again.

Li Wu was at a loss, and Ying Changqing bit her thin lips once again.

"Hoo hoo~"

She leaned weakly against Ying Changqing's chest, her lips red and her breathing rapid.

Ying Changqing stroked her hair, his eyes filled with affection.

After a while, Li Wu calmed down.

Lying in Ying Changqing's arms, he began to report on the situation in Yaoguang City.

"Your Highness, the biggest problem in Yaoguang City right now is..."

Ying Changqing interrupted her.

"There's no rush regarding Yao Guang."

"After being apart for so long, you, my little devil, are the real business I need to focus on."

Ying Changqing felt sorry for Li Wu's hard work, and picked her up and carried her to the door.

Li Wu wrapped her arms around Ying Changqing's neck, knowing exactly what he meant by "serious business."

She unconsciously licked her lips, her eyes filled with anticipation.

The purple high heels had come loose at some point, barely hanging on the toes.

As Ying Changqing moved, Li Wu's long, slender legs swayed along with him.

Ying Changqing followed Li Wu back to the room she had prepared for him.

"Is this the room you prepared for me by Yaoguang?"

When the door opened, Ying Changqing was stunned.

He thought he was in Xianyang.

The room was furnished exactly the same as his residence in Xianyang.

Even his favorite large public bath was replicated exactly.

Li Wu, nestled in his arms, asked, "Your Highness, do you like it?"

Ying Changqing nodded.

"As expected of our family's Li Wu, she understands the prince's thoughts."

Ying Changqing praised her, and Li Wu smiled, very satisfied.

"Your Highness, how will you reward me?"

Li Wu took off her high heels, and her toes, clad in stockings, moved across Ying Changqing's palm.

Li Wu's actions were no longer a hint, but a clear statement.

Ying Changqing sneered.

"Okay, I'll grant your request."

After saying that, he pulled Li Wu towards the bath.

Li Wu blushed immediately, her eyes filled with allure as she stared at Ying Changqing, her breathing becoming rapid.

One hour later.

Ying Changqing reached out and patted Li Wu's back, asking, "You said before that Yao Guang had a big problem, what exactly is it?"

Li Wu's voice was hoarse.

She leaned weakly against Ying Changqing's chest, her eyes glazed over, and gently traced his chest with her purple fingernails.