The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Lady Sikong sighed, glancing sideways at the fading afterglow of the setting sun on the windowsill. Several birds flew swiftly across the azure sky, and her usually luminous eyes suddenly fell silent.

"There's nothing wrong with having a peaceful life. I can wake up in the morning and turn around to see the sunrise over the windowsill, and in the evening I can see the beautiful sunset. I can also drink and eat to my heart's content. This is paradise on earth... the life I desire most..."

Hearing this indifferent tone, Di Beizun, who had been looking down at his book, raised his eyes slightly and looked at Sikong Jin, who poured himself another cup of wine, without making a sound.

"You won't have an easy time."

Di Beizun casually uttered these words, then suddenly stood up, closed the book in his hand, and turned to put it on the bookshelf behind him. "Some people are destined to toil their whole lives."

"Your Highness, the night should be quite lovely tonight. Let's go to Manfang Pavilion. I heard they have a very beautiful courtesan there. She's from beyond the Great Wall, a bit pretentious, but her beauty is undeniable... Don't you like her?"

When faced with the cold, deep gaze from the Northern Emperor, Lord Sikong was slightly taken aback before laughing, "Then let's do something exciting, like robbery and arson... Let's go!"

"release!"

If I let go, will you still come with me?

"Sikong Jin!"

"Alright, Your Highness, please do me a favor and accompany me on this trip. You might be leaving in a few days, and who knows when we'll see each other again. For the sake of our friendship, you must help me out. I won't hold the jewel and pearl matter against you. Is that alright? I'll treat you to a sumptuous dinner at the Hilton..."

"Hey, where's that little beast? Let's take it with us!"

……

Two hours later, in the dead of night, deep in a small alley on Chaoyang Street.

"Here it comes, place your bets!" "Big or small? "I'll open the door once you've placed your bets!" Just as they entered the alley, a commotion arose, accompanied by the clinking of dice.

Lord Sikong walked through the dark alley and quickly found the auspicious gambling den by following the route he remembered.

This auspicious gambling den is a very successful one in the capital, raising a large amount of gambling funds.

Based on her memory, Sikong Jin only vaguely knew that the owner of this gambling den seemed to be surnamed Duan, and had some connection with the Liu family and the Yang family of the Left Prime Minister.

As soon as Sikong Jin stepped into the gambling den, someone recognized her.

"Young Master Sikong, this way please!"

Sikong Jin, with his hands behind his back, followed a gambling den manager to a private room in the back of the gambling den. He casually waved the IOU in front of the manager and said, "I'm here to pay back the money. Call your boss out!"

She turned around and sat down on the soft couch behind her, elegantly straightening her slightly disheveled clothes, and casually glanced around.

"Young Master Sikong, please wait a moment, I will go and fetch the boss right away!"

The steward glanced at Sikong Jin a few times with a flickering look before quickly leaving.

……

The Lucky Casino was hidden in the dark back room.

Lord Liu Zhang, the deputy commander of the Central Plains Military Intelligence Bureau, was chatting over tea with Duan Ji, the owner of the Jixiang Gambling House, and Yang Tang, the eldest son of the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, when a report came from outside the door: "Boss, the third young master of the Sikong Mansion, Sikong Jin, has arrived!"

"Ok?"

Liu Zhang stopped what he was doing, looked up in surprise, and said in a very gloomy tone, "You said Sikong Jin is here? He actually came?"

"Yes, he's waiting in the private room right now. He even brought the IOU we gave him, saying he's here to pay back the money and wants to see the boss!"

The steward replied respectfully.

"More than two million taels of silver? Where did he get so much money? And he actually came to pay it back?"

Yang Tang, the eldest son of the Left Prime Minister's mansion, was full of surprise. He had been watching from the sidelines when Sikong Jin was set up. At the time, he thought Sikong Jin wouldn't dare to take the risk, but he never expected that Sikong Jin would actually have such courage!

Two million two hundred thousand taels of silver—such a huge sum, enough to fleece the Minister of Works' mansion, right?

"In my opinion, Sikong Shu shouldn't be willing to spend this money to help Sikong Jin pay off his debts, right?"

"So, according to you, this money belongs to Sikong Jin himself? Haha, what a joke. In that wretched place of Malan City, even if he were to extort money, it would be extremely difficult for him to scrape together this amount."

Yang Tang glanced at Duan Ji dismissively, then turned his gaze to Liu Zhang, who was standing silently to the side. "Vice-Chief Liu, what do you think?"

Liu Zhang raised his hand, downed the tea in one gulp, and a cold glint flashed in his sharp, piercing eyes. He sneered, "He may not be able to produce this money, but someone else can. Duan Ji, go and see for yourself. I want to see if he can really come up with this money, and probe its origin. Also, find a way to leak this matter to that fool, Sikong Ming. Go now!"

"Yes, I'll be right there!"

Under Liu Zhang's cold gaze, Duan Ji quickly stood up.

"My lord, how is the Eighth Princess? I am deeply saddened by the death of Lord Liu Haibo. Please accept my condolences. I only learned this morning that my father has sent someone to inquire about her condition, but I do not know..."

Clang! Before Yang Tang could finish speaking, the teacup in Liu Zhang's hand was crushed to pieces. Veins bulged on his forehead, and the sudden ruthlessness in his eyes sent a chill down Yang Tang's spine.

"If I find this person, I will tear him to pieces, and that will not be enough to quell my hatred!"

"A great fire broke out in the palace last night, and countless treasures were stolen. How could there be such a bold thief, and with such high martial arts skills, killing someone with a single sword strike? The ruthlessness of his actions suggests that he is a skilled swordsman who often roams the martial world. There are probably very few people in the world with such skills."

Yang Tang lowered his voice and reminded him, "Sir, for such a thorny matter, we can entrust the intelligence agency of Fengyun Tower to help us investigate secretly. Perhaps we will get unexpected results."

Fengyun Tower?

A fleeting, eerie light flashed across Liu Zhang's gloomy eyes...