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

As the night deepened, the moonlight slanted through the corridor and into the window, leaving a trail of cool frost on the floor in front of it. A gentle night breeze stirred the gauze curtains, causing them to sway and flicker. The candlelight rose and fell slightly, casting a solitary, swaying shadow.

On the soft couch by the window, Di Beizun sat silently, gazing calmly at the figure slowly disappearing into the moonlight outside the window. After a long while, he lowered his eyes...

"His Royal Highness?"

Suddenly, the sound of wind blowing came from outside.

"Come in."

Di Beizun didn't even raise his head, and simply responded with a nonchalant "yes".

Feng Yang quickly pushed open the door and strode to Di Beizun, presenting him with a bottle of wine. "Your Highness, Lord Sikong has returned. He asked me to deliver this wine to you as a token of my gratitude."

Upon hearing this, Di Beizun suddenly raised his head, his deep gaze fixed on the wine in Feng Yang's hand. The wine bottle was not large, but it looked quite precious. He looked at Feng Yang thoughtfully.

"It's wine. Lord Sikong said it's good for beauty and health... He also said, he also said..."

Feng Yang's face was tense, his eyes constantly scanning Di Beizun's expression, afraid that he might step on a landmine. However, Di Beizun remained calm and composed.

"What else did he say?"

His calm and collected tone revealed no emotion whatsoever.

Feng Yang swallowed hard before whispering, "He also said that he... he likes to see Your Highness looking so pure, elegant, and noble..."

Feng Yang dared not finish saying the even more outrageous things that followed. Those words sounded like a rogue harassing an innocent girl, and that rogue was Lord Sikong, while their prince seemed to have become that innocent girl...

'Bah! '

The teacup that Di Beizun held instantly turned into powder, drifting like quicksand in the night breeze. His cold and beautiful face remained expressionless, and his seemingly calm voice carried a chilling undertone. "Is that so? What else did you say?"

"Oh, Your Highness... He, Lord Sikong, he even insulted you..."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, Your Highness... He called you a hypocrite... despicable, treacherous, bullying, and petty... He even explained the meaning of 'hypocrite' to his subordinates."

"Ok?"

"He said your pretentious manner is like a rich young lady who eloped and was forced into an arranged marriage, screaming at the groom on her wedding night, 'Even if you get my body, you'll never get my heart!' Then the next day, she'd be all shy and follow the groom around like nothing happened..."

Feng Yang did not continue, because he noticed that a slight gloom had appeared on the usually calm face of their Crown Prince of the Northern Empire.

Sikong Jin, you are quite audacious to speak so disrespectfully to their esteemed Crown Prince. If this were in their Great Zhou, that person would have been executed by order of the Crown Prince long ago. How could he still be alive and kicking, swaggering into the residence, and daring to call their prince by his name, speaking so rudely and arrogantly?

Feng Yang thought that Di Beizun would be furious, but he knew in his heart that their Crown Prince would not. In fact, very few things could cause such a ripple in their Crown Prince's calm and composed demeanor.

"Go to the Dayong Imperial Palace tomorrow. The Dayong Emperor should give me his answer on what to do. Let him figure it out himself. I need his answer by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Di Beizun did not continue the previous topic. His calm voice carried an invisible pressure as he slowly took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Feng Yang, then casually took the wine bottle from Feng Yang's hand.

"Yes, Your Highness! The envoy from Southern Liang will likely arrive in the capital of Dayong secretly before the Seventh Four-Star Conference. The Emperor of Dayong simply wants to delay bringing up the topic of the Seventh Four-Star Conference now. Therefore, Your Highness, I believe that even if we go tomorrow, the Emperor of Dayong will definitely use other excuses to delay."

"I gave him a chance. If he doesn't cherish it, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Emperor Beizun gave a dismissive sneer.

"His Royal Highness..."

Feng Yang was taken aback, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Di Beizun with some surprise.

"Just back off."

"But Your Highness, you..."

Feng Yang wanted to say something more, but seeing that Di Beizun had turned his head to look out the window with a cold expression, he dared not utter another word and could only bow and quietly retreat.

The moonlight cast lonely, sparse shadows across the window frame. The air was crisp and cold, like frost. I uncorked the bottle and, without hesitation, tilted my head back and took a swig…

The next day, early in the morning, Lord Sikong was awakened by urgent knocking on the door.

Needless to say, it was Meng Benbo and Mei Ruhua. When they saw the slight bruises on Lord Sikong's face, they were startled. Later, Lord Sikong somehow got two dark circles and put them over his eyes to cover the swollen dark circles.

Meng Benbo asked curiously, and Lord Sikong told him that those were his latest invention, sunglasses made of a special material, which could be used to shield from the sun and wind and protect the eyes.

I have to say, once I put on these glasses, although it looks weird, it's actually kind of... kind of good-looking, you know what I mean, domineering!

Yes, that's powerful!

After washing up, the three of them rushed to the Commandant's Preparatory Office without even having breakfast. As they walked along Chaoyang Street, they could see patrolling guards everywhere. Their steps were neat and tense as they searched house to house for suspicious suspects.

I heard that a fire broke out at Jixiang Casino in the middle of last night and was not extinguished until the early hours of the morning. Jixiang Casino suffered huge losses.

Following the murder of the Eighth Princess in the palace, the theft at the palace, and a host of other incidents, including the discovery of several more officials' bodies in the city's stinking ditch this morning by the city's sanitation supervisor...

The entire imperial city is now shrouded in a depressing gloom.

As I walked across Chaoyang Street toward the Duwei Reserve Office, I happened to see Lord Tang Jingyao, the Acting Grand Master of the Judicial Bureau, inspecting the area with his subordinates.

With a faint smile on his handsome face, Tang Jingyao walked towards Lord Sikong. Meng Benbo and Mei Ruhua quickly bowed and greeted him, "This humble general greets Lord Tang!"

Tang Jingyao waved his hand, his gaze falling on Lord Sikong's face. Seeing the thing covering Lord Sikong's eyes, he asked in surprise, "Ajin, what are you doing here? What happened to your face? What's that on your face? An eye patch?"

Lord Sikong shrugged, poked at a small steamed bun, took a bite, and mumbled, "Oh, I fell off the bed last night. It's not an eye mask, this is a good thing, for protecting your eyes. I have to go to the reserve office to teach those new recruits, even breakfast is taken care of. Why are you patrolling here personally? Want one? From Yao's shop, the meat is tender and juicy, quite good..."