Chapter 493: Chapter 290: What are the beautiful memories the Prince mentioned?_2 Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM . No matter the tricks the great dynasties use, it’s fine as long as Rain-listening Pavilion can still do business with each of them. At this moment, Wang Qingci revealed a seductive smile, “Hearing Prince speak like this, this slave can rest easy. I was afraid I might lose my job.” Lu Chen reached out, pulled Wang Qingci next to the desk into his arms, then hugged her slender waist tightly, and whispered in her ear, “My capable female slave, everyone else could lose their job, but it’s impossible to let you become unemployed.” Hearing this, Wang Qingci’s voice turned coquettishly soft, “Prince is so good to this slave.” Lu Chen chuckled, this bitch. “By the way, I have something to tell you.” Wang Qingci asked, “Please speak, Prince.” Lu Chen’s hand caressed her jade legs through the red gossamer skirt as he said, “Soon we will be relocating to the new city. The construction is complete, and from now on, we’ll be moving there.” Caught off guard by his words, Wang Qingci was stunned for a moment. She had also heard that the new city was nearing completion, but she hadn’t taken it to heart. Now that Lu Chen suddenly mentioned moving, she felt a sudden sense of loss, an unwillingness to leave. The old city held too many of her memories, memories of the first time she saw Lu Chen, of being conquered by him, and of the absurd things they did together in the study. She hadn’t expected to leave this place so soon. At that moment, Wang Qingci’s gaze involuntarily swept over the whole study, and the events that had taken place there flashed before her, replaying over and over in her mind. Gradually, Wang Qingci’s face flushed more and more, and it was then that Lu Chen, smiling, asked, “Are you also reluctant to leave the current North Prince Mansion?” (vitag.Init = window.vitag.Init || []).push(function(){viAPItag.display("vi_765923973")}) Wang Qingci replied, “This slave is Prince’s female slave, wherever Prince goes, this slave will follow. Wherever Prince is, that is this slave’s home, there’s nothing to be reluctant about.” Lu Chen said, “Oh? Is that so?” “I thought you had some affection for the current North Prince Mansion, but it seems I thought too much.” With a sigh, Lu Chen continued, “I, for one, am quite reluctant to leave the current North Prince Mansion.” Hearing this, Wang Qingci responded with a teasing smile, “I didn’t expect Prince to be a nostalgic person.” Lu Chen’s hand slapped on Wang Qingci’s derrière with a smack as he said, “What, did you think I was someone who grew tired of the old and loved only the new?” Wang Qingci let out a “mmn” and shivered slightly. “This slave never said that.” Lu Chen then said with a laugh, “Since we’re leaving here, let’s create even more beautiful memories before we depart.” As he spoke, Lu Chen’s hand slid beneath Wang Qingci’s robe, caressing her soft and delicate skin. Hearing Lu Chen’s words, Wang Qingci knew he was about to be up to no good again, but she didn’t do anything, just quietly sat on his lap, waiting for Lu Chen to have his way with her. At that moment, Lu Chen said, “Once we move to the new city, I will give you a proper status, especially now that Rain-listening Pavilion is known to be part of the North Prince Mansion.” Upon hearing this, Wang Qingci’s mind went blank, and then she said, “This slave is but Prince’s female slave, how dare I hope for a status.” Lu Chen said with a smile, “You’re afraid I’ll keep you in the North Prince Mansion, making you serve me every day, and not allow you to go out, aren’t you?” Wang Qingci replied, “Serving Prince is this slave’s duty, I dare not harbor such thoughts.” Lu Chen squeezed her with his strong hand, and Wang Qingci let out another “mmn.” “Rest assured, even if I give you a status, Rain-listening Pavilion will still be yours to manage, and you will still be able to leave the North Prince Mansion. I won’t keep you caged up like a canary.” At that moment, Wang Qingci, being caressed by Lu Chen, was blushing and restless. She wriggled a bit in his arms, then asked weakly, “Is what Prince says true?” Lu Chen replied, “Of course it’s true. Look, my wives and concubines in the inner court are often out and about, aren’t they?” With Lu Chen’s clarification, Wang Qingci suddenly realized it indeed seemed to be the case. Not to mention how Mu Zixuan, the princess consort, often went out to manage the Prince Mansion’s industry, Lu Chen’s other wives and concubines also left the mansion from time to time. In the whole North Prince Mansion, it seemed only Xiao Wenyao remained in the inner court all the time, even Xiaozhou and Dazhou, who usually had little to do, frequently left the mansion. It was clear that Lu Chen didn’t impose many restrictions on his women, unlike typical Aristocratic Families or other princes who strictly forbade their wives and concubines from making public appearances. At this point, Wang Qingci asked, “Prince is so confident in his women, aren’t you afraid they’ll go looking for other men?” Upon hearing this question, Lu Chen chuckled and then said, “What? Are you doubting my charm?” Then came the sound of tearing in the study. Noticing yet another robe being ruined, Wang Qingci glared at Lu Chen, then said, “Prince, this dress was a gift from the princess consort to this slave.” Lu Chen, smiling, replied, “Wait a while, and I’ll tell Zixuan to send you a few more.” Before Wang Qingci could say anything more, Lu Chen picked her up and placed her on the desk. He then leaned in closer and continued, “I’m quite confident in my charm, and of course, I’m also confident in my women. I believe none of you would betray me.”