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The Liyue Laborers Association will need someone to help manage its operations going forward.

With the association president Han Fulai going on a business trip, someone will be needed to continue organizing the workers in the "Guili New District" and the Cengyan Giant Abyss. In terms of organizational and management skills, the genius second son of the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce is naturally the right person.

Feiyun Chamber of Commerce was a major investor in the "Guili New Area" and the owner behind Heiyan Factory, so these matters naturally fell under his purview. Therefore, although Xingqiu really wanted to find an excuse to accompany Brother Han to Mondstadt, he still took the task given to him by Han Fulai for the sake of the overall situation.

After arranging all the tasks at hand, Han Fulai finally went to his last stop before setting off—Qunyu Pavilion.

Nearly three months later, on the last night of May, Han Fulai once again ascended the Qunyu Pavilion.

The scenery of Qunyu Pavilion remains unchanged, still as magnificent as ever, almost indistinguishable from that of the Battle of Bache.

However, the Ningguang Guards at Qunyu Pavilion greeted him warmly, which made him feel a little different.

These soldiers had all been sent by Ningguang to assist Yanbo in breaching the river embankment in Mingyun Town, and later participated in the final stage of the flood control mission in Guiliyuan. Han Fulai saw several familiar figures among them, such as Baixiao's cousin Zhenhai.

These guards were his comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside him in the flood relief campaign. Han Fulai exchanged pleasantries with the soldiers for a while before entering the gate of Qunyu Pavilion.

Normally there should be quite a few maids inside the Qunyu Pavilion, but this time when he came, the Qunyu Pavilion seemed to be empty, with no one in sight.

That's strange. Ningguang should have been notified of his arrival. Even if Ningguang didn't personally come to greet him, shouldn't she have sent a few people to pick him up?

Surely you wouldn't hear that Ningguang is throwing a tantrum because he's going on a business trip? Impossible, impossible, she's Ningguang.

Of course, he wasn't unfamiliar with the Jade Pavilion; he knew the place well and didn't need anyone to guide him. Despite his doubts, he still followed his memory and went inside to find Ningguang.

There was no one in the hall, nor in the dining room or study. Han Fulai walked all the way to Ningguang's boudoir.

The two large vases by the door were still filled with seasonal flowers, just like when he last came, but this time they were filled with budding glass lilies.

Han Fulai knocked on Ningguang's bedroom door, but there was still no response.

—Strange, where could Ningguang have gone?

Could she be asleep? Is Ningguang resting so early?

Han Fulai hesitated whether to push the door open and go in to take a look, but then he heard the sound of water not far away.

He followed the sound and discovered that there was a place hidden behind heavy curtains next to the boudoir. He hadn't noticed it before because of the curtains.

Han Fulai lifted the curtain and went inside. What came into view was a large pool, with steam rising and incense swirling around it. Various flower petals floated on the surface of the water—it was clearly a bathhouse.

Ningguang was sitting sideways by the pool, kicking the water with her feet, which was the source of the sound of water he had just heard.

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It turned out she had just been taking a shower.

Her long hair, loose from her bath, revealed her smooth back from neck to hips, held together only by a purple ribbon that seemed ready to come undone with a gentle tug. From the side, she wore only a small bodice, which barely concealed her curvaceous figure, revealing glimpses of her snow-white breasts, which, combined with the delicate fragrance wafting from her, exuded an irresistible allure.

On that little bib, a phoenix was embroidered in gold thread.

Han Fulai suddenly remembered that on the day he went on a date with Ningguang, Ningguang's personal secretary, Baishi, had been talking to himself about the outfit he had put together for Ningguang.

This is exactly the "golden phoenix purple silk bib" that Bai Shi mentioned that day!

He still remembered Bai Shi's strange expression at the time, muttering something like, "Her back view when she changed clothes, her jade-like back view when she emerged from the bath, only I know. Ningguang-sama's bare back is the most precious thing in Liyue...hehe..."

Well, now it's not just Bai Shi who knows.

Although Han Fulai was no longer a novice, he still felt a surge of blood rushing through his body in this situation, as if it were about to burst out of his sinuses.

Ningguang heard heavy breathing behind her, turned around, and found that it was Han Fulai.

She raised her hand as if to cover herself, but then gently lowered it, simply smiling and saying, "Xiao Han, you're here."

We've already kissed and caressed each other, so why would I care if he sees us a couple of times?

Ningguang remained calm, but Han Fulai was anything but. He had come to say goodbye to Ningguang, and half of his mind was on work. He never expected to see this scene. It made it seem as if he had gone to the Qunyu Pavilion specifically to spy on Ningguang taking a bath... So the part of his mind that wasn't on work took over.

Hmm? Work? What's that?

Seeing Ningguang's unguarded image of a beautiful woman emerging from her bath, two lines of poetry suddenly popped into his mind: "In the spring chill, the emperor bestows a bath at Huaqing Pool, where the hot spring waters cleanse her delicate skin. Attendants help her up, her limp body trembling, for this is the moment she first receives the emperor's favor."

He swallowed hard.

Ningguang saw his Adam's apple bobbing, smiled again, and asked, "Is it pretty?"

Han Fulai nodded honestly: "It looks good."

"You like it?"

"like."

Ningguang lowered her head and stroked her long hair, saying softly, "Then I'll dress like this from now on."

"No way!" Han Fulai rejected without hesitation. "You're only allowed to wear this when it's just the two of us. You're not allowed to let others see it... Not even Bai Shi and the others!"

"Heh." Ningguang laughed again, glancing at him with a hint of reproach in her phoenix eyes, and beckoning to him.

Han Fulai walked over as if in a daze, not caring that his clothes were wet from the water mist.

Ningguang turned around and opened her arms to him, as if asking him to pick her up.

Han Fulai squatted down and put his arm around Ningguang's waist. Ningguang brought her face closer, her pale pink lips looking luscious and tempting.

Han Fulai couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her, but Ningguang suddenly turned her head away from him, instead pressing her lips to his neck and breathing softly into his ear.

He heard Ningguang say three words.

She said, "You little brat."

Men are the creatures least susceptible to provocation.

Han Fulai smirked, changed his embrace to a pounce, and threw Ningguang into the pool.

The hot spring water was warm, but not as hot as their body temperature. Soon, heavy breathing filled the pool. Han Fulai held Ningguang tightly and declared in her ear, "Sister Ningguang, today I'm going to make you call me 'good brother'."

Ningguang's face was flushed, and she had lost all her previous composure, leaving only her beautiful breath coming out.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from outside the curtain: "Lord Ningguang?"

Someone lifted the curtain and entered; it was Bai Shi.

Today, she came to Qunyu Pavilion to consult Ningguang about matters concerning the Heji Hall. Recently, Liyue has been severely affected by floods, and transportation has been greatly disrupted. There are some matters that require Tianquan's decision. The two discussed work matters until nightfall, and while Ningguang was bathing, she reverted to her former role as a personal secretary—whether she deliberately delayed until this time, only Baishi herself knows.

She was now holding a sheer, gossamer-like dress, the very robe Ningguang would change into after her bath. The dress was incredibly thin and transparent, silky smooth; Baishi had already secretly used it to lick Ningguang's skin…

As for the responsibility of changing Ningguang's clothes, Baishi has no intention of letting anyone else do it.

But what was that noise coming from the bathtub just now?

Bai Shi walked into the curtain with great concern, only to find another exquisite screen, adorned with jewels, in front of the pool—Ning Guang's "Xuanji Screen".

Huh? Why did Lady Ningguang suddenly erect a Xuanji screen by the pool?

Bai Shi stared blankly at the figure behind the Xuanji Screen.

Ningguang's voice came from behind the screen: "I'd like to... soak a little longer, thank you for your trouble."

There was a hint of coquettishness in that voice, making everyone's ears burn with desire.

"Well... I'll leave the nightgown outside." Bai Shi put down the nightgown in front of the screen and wiped her glasses, which were fogged up.

She seemed to be seeing things; why did it seem like there was another shadow behind the screen?

"Hmm... just leave it there. You can go back now. I'll change my clothes myself later," Ningguang said.

Bai Shi stood up with some disappointment, then thought for a moment and said, "By the way, Lady Ningguang, I just heard an announcement at the door that... Vice Minister Han has arrived. Shouldn't we prepare some clothes for you to receive him?"

"...No need to trouble yourself, I have some in my room." Ningguang waved her hand from behind the screen, making a slight splashing sound.

"Then... I'll go and invite Vice Minister Han to sit in the lobby for a while..."

Ningguang gave a lazy "hmm".

Just as Bai Shi was about to turn and leave, the sound of water came from behind the screen again, along with Ning Guang's suppressed moan—"Ah... um..."

Bai Shi understood everything.

She stood there, caught off guard.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here, I should be under the bed..."

Bai Shi was incoherent and didn't know what she was saying before running away in tears.

Ningguang turned around fiercely and grabbed Han Fulai's ear: "Are you satisfied now? How am I supposed to face anyone tomorrow?"

"I don't care, this is punishment." Han Fulai was not afraid of Ning Guang's blustering but cowardly demeanor at all, and directly picked her up and carried her out of the pool.

"At least let me wipe it...it's all wet..." Ningguang protested weakly.

"No need to wipe it, it'll get wet anyway..." Han Fulai completely ignored Ningguang's resistance.

Then another clear sound rang out, coming from the "Eye of God" hanging around Ningguang's neck.

"Guangguang, Master was right, wasn't he? Just wear this to him, he definitely won't be able to resist."

It is Tianyi from "The Lock of the Mortal World".

Ningguang removed the Eye of God from her neck.

The Eye of God traced a graceful arc before being tossed over the Xuanji Screen.

Tianyi's frustrated voice came: "The newlyweds entered the room, and the matchmaker was thrown over the wall."

Han Fulai held Ningguang in his arms, looking at her with a half-smile.

Ningguang was too embarrassed to look at him, so she turned her head away and huddled in his arms, covering her eyes with her arms and gently biting her lip with her teeth, without saying a word.

Cover your eyes and pretend you don't know, hmm.

—A self-deceiving act, Ningguang version.

I try to hide the fragrant dust from spring with my sleeves, and I am ashamed to exchange the moonlit evening for the windy morning.

The flowers are always of good quality, and they are already pleasing to the eye even before they bloom.

Ningguang, this glass lily, seems to have been waiting to bloom tonight.

Han Fulai stopped in front of the Xuanji Screen.

The jeweled Xuanji Screen was dazzling, like a magnificent palace lantern, especially the bright golden screen pillars, which looked like lampposts, and... it suited Ningguang, the richest woman in Liyue, very well.

Gold should be paired with jade, just as capitalists should be paired with streetlights.

He had a bold idea.

Han Fulai suddenly took off Ningguang's purple silk bodice, which was already soaked with sweat.

Before Ningguang could react, her hands were already bound to the Xuanji screen.

Yes, she was using her undergarment.

Han Fulai clapped his hands in satisfaction and laughed, "Gold and jade buy songs and laughter, a drunken night lasts for months, and kings and nobles are disregarded."

Gold is precious, and jade is flawless; they complement each other perfectly.

Han Fulai gently pinched Ningguang's chin.

The ruthless queen of the business world, the powerful Tianquan in the political arena, and the unattainable Ningguang in the eyes of ordinary people, are now nothing more than his playthings.

Ningguang pursed her lips, her eyes filled with shame and indignation.

She had thought about what might happen tonight, but she hadn't expected it to take this form.

"Sister Ningguang, I've already said it, I'm going to enter your sanctuary."

Ningguang gritted her teeth and cursed again, "You brat."

Han Fulai directly sealed her hardest mouth with his lips.

Then it slid down Ningguang's chin.

Ningguang closed her eyes.

She only realized today that her body's sensations were actually more acute when she closed her eyes.

A tiny silver lamp, a light flick of a green sleeve, and suddenly it blooms. Its icy heart warms, a single branch releasing a celestial bud. Sparse yet dense, neat yet crooked. It is the Udumbara, forming a heavenly flower. Neither plum blossom nor lotus petal, just a casual, natural arrangement.

Recalling its delicious flavor, it is truly praiseworthy. The lingering sweetness on the tongue is a delightful experience, a fitting name for this new tea. The delicate remaining seeds are still there for children's playful chatter. Like scattered pearls, like jade pieces on a fork. Watching the lamplight, one can delicately draw the golden snake. Life is but a fleeting bubble, worldly affairs like a blazing sun; let us sit and cherish the passing years.

He's right, there's really no need to wipe it. Only in places filled with mist can Ningguang fool herself into thinking that it's just water droplets from the bath.

Ningguang had guarded the Yumen Pass for decades, and no one had ever entered it. But Han Fulai had already used his sharp tongue to break through the barrier, and then, real swords and spears would follow.

She caused him to be stabbed, so he's back now.

The wind rustles the leaves at the window, crickets chirp in the jar, a spring night in the jade pavilion and courtyard.