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

Under Lord Sikong's embarrassed gaze, Di Beizun began to eat elegantly. Suddenly, he seemed to be in a very good mood and even served food and poured wine for Lord Diao beside him.

What a petty man!

Lord Sikong cursed inwardly, "If you weren't still useful, I would have run away long ago..."

After giving Emperor Beizun the middle finger countless times under the table, Lord Sikong finally managed a bitter smile on his gloomy face, pitifully saying, "Your Highness, look, I just gave all the money to Xiao Mo. You even gave Xiao Mo such a precious soft sword, so you don't need this little bit of money. We're even relatives. You've been in Dayong for so long and haven't treated me to a single meal. I often bring you good wine to visit you, and I haven't said anything, have I? There are patrolling guards everywhere outside. If they find out I ate and dashed, it will directly affect my selection in the Zhongzhou Association..."

Di Beizun narrowed his eyes at Lord Sikong, finally stopping his movements slightly. A cold smile appeared on his bewitching face. "Sikong Jin, your words are truly outrageous. Haven't you taken enough advantage of me? You're a fool who thinks he's so clever."

"It's wrong of you to openly insult people like that."

A complex sadness flashed in Sikong Jin's eyes, but her smile was somewhat radiant.

The cold smile on Di Beizun's face faded. He turned his head slightly and looked at the guards rushing past on the street outside the window. His gaze was calm as water. After a long while, he sighed softly, "They're here. You should leave and go to my bamboo house to avoid trouble. Little Mink, take the people there."

Sikong Jin was suddenly stunned and couldn't quite react.

"Tonight, I can help you this one last time. Whether you can get through this smoothly from now on depends on yourself. If you don't leave now, it will be too late..."

Suddenly, she heard the chaotic and hurried footsteps outside. Sikong Jin clenched her hands slightly, looked at Di Beizun with gratitude and sincerity, and before she could say thank you, she flashed out of the window. Then, Diao Ye's figure disappeared into the room.

Sure enough, the streets outside were almost completely cleared, with patrolling guards everywhere. Horses neighed and hooves pounded, and the expressionless guards marched in orderly but hurried steps toward the city gate. The number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, and the whole street gradually quieted down.

The city gates are sealed!

Sikong Jin followed Diao Ye into the dark alley.

The Crown Prince's residence in the north is no longer safe...

Meanwhile, inside the Heaven and Earth.

Emperor Beizun continued to drink his wine leisurely and elegantly, while Lord Feng Yang, the commander of the Great Zhou Imperial Guards, stood aside with a puzzled expression.

“Your Highness, there’s no need for us to get involved in this mess. We can simply observe from the sidelines. There’s no need for us to do these dangerous things for him. This humble general doesn’t understand why Your Highness is doing this. A person like Sikong Jin is nothing but a treacherous poison who seizes every opportunity. He has wronged Your Highness so much, and yet he still uses you like this…”

Feng Yang dared not continue, for he had already seen the Crown Prince of Dibei's face turn icy cold.

Di Beizun indifferently raised his head, turned his gaze to the dim lights outside the window, his deep eyes as calm and still as the ocean at night.

Feng Yang didn't dare to breathe loudly. He seemed to have touched a taboo of His Highness the Crown Prince again. His Highness had always hated others speculating about his thoughts and even more so, he disliked others questioning his intentions...

"Your Highness, I have spoken too much. Please forgive me!"

Feng Yang knelt down in fear and unease.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and a heavy, oppressive atmosphere made Feng Yang almost unable to breathe, and cold sweat broke out all over his back.

"Feng Yang, I thought you had served me for many years and should know my rules. I will not tolerate tonight's situation again."

"Yes! Yes! Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Feng Yang lowered his head, his forehead covered in sweat, and a few large drops of cold sweat dripped onto the ground.

Di Beizun gently waved his sleeve. "Get up."

Feng Yang then stood up, retreating to the side in a flustered manner, while Di Beizun calmly took a sip of wine, a sigh escaping his lips inwardly—

What should he say?

Something seemed to touch him about Sikong Jin, though he himself didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

belief?

strong?

Tolerate?

No one knows the answer.

……

The hurried footsteps outside the door finally stopped, and a knock sounded.

Di Beizun indifferently turned his gaze toward the doorway.

"Your Highness, Lord Sikong Shu, the head of the Sikong family, requests an audience!"

The sound of a guard reporting came from outside.

"Let him in."

Emperor Beizun coldly uttered these words, his noble and aloof face returning to its usual cold and profound expression.

The door was opened, and Sikong Shu rushed in with dozens of guards.

"What do you mean?"

Upon seeing this, Feng Yang immediately drew his long sword and rushed forward.

Sikong Shu's sharp eyes searched around but found no trace of Sikong Jin, and his face immediately turned extremely gloomy.

As soon as Feng Yang drew his sword, Di Beizun's guards rushed in and surrounded Sikong Shu and the others, creating a tense and eerie atmosphere.

Di Beizun slowly put down his wine cup, his gaze calm and indifferent. He raised his hand to signal Feng Yang and the others to leave. His deep and cold voice sounded quite gentle, but it carried an indescribable aura.

"Patriarch Sikong, what does this mean?"

Sikong Shu's aged face grew increasingly grim, especially after searching carefully for a long time without finding Sikong Jin. However, the sharp and powerful aura emanating from Di Beizun surprised him as well.

"I apologize for my abrupt arrival, Your Highness. The capital has been quite unsettled these past few days. I just heard that someone was causing trouble at Hilton, which is why I rushed here. I hope Your Highness has not been frightened!"

With a somber expression, Sikong Shu clasped his hands in a gesture of apology and said...

"Even the trouble caused by petty people can trouble the head of the Sikong family. You are truly dedicated and worthy of being the mainstay of the Great Yong Dynasty."

Di Beizun spoke indifferently, pointing to a seat to the side, "Since you're here, please sit down."

"I apologize for disturbing you. I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince and my grandson, Sikong Jin, are drinking and reminiscing here. I was truly worried about the safety of His Highness and Sikong Jin, and wondered..."

"Sikong Jin? So the Sikong family chief was looking for him, but he had been gone for a long time. Master Jialan gave Sikong Mo a great opportunity, and the two brothers were so happy that they left without even having dinner."

"Master Jialan?"

Isn't he the number one or two top fighters in the martial arts world?

What does this mean?

"Master Jialan's martial arts and medical skills are unparalleled. It is fortunate that he took a liking to Sikong Mo's talent. Since Patriarch Sikong has come with such a large entourage, can I assume that you know about this and have come here specifically to bid farewell to Sikong Mo?"

"Your Highness, are you saying that Master Jialan has accepted Sikong Mo as his disciple?"