Once Shen Xingxiu returned to the capital, Prince Yan would find a way to draw him into his ranks. He would undoubtedly become one of the sharpest blades under the prince's command.
Prince Yan tossed the letter into the incense burner, watching as the paper turned to black ash and vanished without a trace.
"Father, look—did I calculate this entry correctly?" Li Yao's sweet voice rang out, her beautiful eyes curved like crescent moons as she happily beckoned Prince Yan.
Seated on a cushioned divan between Shen Wei and Li Yao, the prince took the account book she handed him.
He nodded approvingly. "Excellent, all correct."
Li Yao swayed with delight. "Then I'll calculate a few more entries and ask Father to check them later."
With Prince Yan "convalescing" at home, Li Yao cherished this rare time with her father, savoring every moment.
