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

Sikong Shu stared wide-eyed at Di Beizun in disbelief.

Master Jialan, who is as famous as Venerable Ziyin, is a great figure who has always been awe-inspiring throughout the entire Fengyun Continent. What is he doing here?

That's impossible. He and Venerable Ziyin have been missing for so many years. No one even knows whether they are dead or alive. How could they suddenly appear here?

A hint of doubt flickered in Sikong Shu's eyes as he silently watched Di Beizun.

However, Di Beizun had already slowly risen, not bothering to explain to Sikong Shu at all. With an air of nobility and indifference, he passed through the beaded curtain, not even glancing at Sikong Shu, and strode towards the door.

"The Crown Prince of the Northern Empire!"

Sikong Shu then hurriedly called out.

However, Di Beizun's figure had already disappeared outside the door.

The more Sikong Shu thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Recalling the messages sent back by the secret guards in the past few days, he realized that Sikong Jin's condition had been unusual. Moreover, as soon as she left the manor, she intentionally or unintentionally avoided the secret guards' sights. This made him suspicious. He immediately guessed that Sikong Jin might be trying to secretly send Sikong Mo out of the manor, so he rushed over immediately. However, he was still a step too late!

However, what the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom said...

Could it be that Sikong Mo has really been taken away by Master Jialan?

No, even if that were the case, he still couldn't take that risk!

"Men, immediately dispatch secret guards and bodyguards to search the entire city. You must find Sikong Jin and Sikong Mo. Go now!"

Sikong Shu roared loudly with a stern face.

At the command, hurried footsteps immediately filled the air, and the entire imperial city was about to fall into another sleepless night...

Half an hour later, at the Crown Prince's residence in the north.

"Your Highness, Lord Sikong did not go to the bamboo house; Lord Diao has returned!"

Feng Yang strode into the study and spoke respectfully.

As usual, the Crown Prince of Dibei, who was leisurely reading under the bookshelf, slowly raised his head. A small black shadow flashed past his eyes and instantly leaped onto Dibei Zun's shoulder.

Di Beizun glanced at it slightly, and read the message he wanted from its eyes.

"Your Highness, what do we do now? Sikong Shu has sent people to search everywhere, digging three feet into the ground to find Lord Sikong and Sikong Mo. He has already surrounded Crescent Moon Pavilion, determined to force Lord Sikong and Sikong Mo out. Even the royal family has been alerted, sending out patrols wave after wave!"

What a quick move!

Di Beizun slowly closed the book in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then a faint light flashed in his deep and quiet eyes. He reached into his sleeve and took out a black and translucent Buddhist bead. The bead was tied with a red thread, and the black halo was blooming with a cold and bewitching brilliance under the dim yellow light, just like his face in the light.

"Send this to him; he should be at Prince Duan's residence right now."

A black arc of light shot towards him, and Feng Yang quickly reached out to catch it. The icy touch made him instinctively open his palm and glance at it—

It appears to be a very ordinary Buddhist rosary!

After scrutinizing him for a long time, Feng Yang finally raised his head. He was about to ask His Highness the Crown Prince how he knew that Sikong Jin was in the Duan Prince's residence, but he didn't ask. Emperor Beizun had already lowered his head again and continued to turn the pages of the book in his hand.

After a moment of hesitation, Feng Yang dared not linger. He clasped his hands in a respectful bow, then turned and left the room, hurrying towards the Prince Duan's residence.

In front of the Prince Duan's Mansion.

"Please return, my lord. Sikong Jin will do her best tomorrow."

Sikong Jin bowed respectfully to Xing Qitian.

Xing Qitian smiled calmly, his smile filled with concern and warmth, "Ajin, are you really not going to stay here for a while? The Sikong family head is probably..."

Sikong Jin shook her head with a wry smile, "No need, sir. My mother and my subordinates are still at Crescent Moon Cottage. I must go back. Abandoning my comrades in battle is not the way of Sikong Jin!"

The answer was exactly what Xingqitian had expected, so he didn't press the matter further and said with concern, "Alright then, I will send someone to the Sikong Mansion to meet you tomorrow. You must appear before me unharmed tomorrow."

Sikong Jin nodded, "Please rest assured, my lord, see you tomorrow!"

Kosaki Tenya smiled gently and nodded.

Sikong Jin suddenly turned around, about to leave.

"Father, let Hua'er and Brother Jin return to the Sikong Mansion together."

Xing Fuhua's clear and gentle voice suddenly came from behind. Sikong Jin turned around and saw Xing Fuhua—

She wore a light blue dress, her long hair was simply tied into a beautiful bun and then draped over her shoulders. Her delicate and beautiful face looked somewhat haggard and pale, but her clear eyes still radiated a faint warmth when she looked at Sikong Jin.

The night breeze lifted her beautiful long hair, her dress fluttering, and her slender waist appeared even more delicate and frail under the dim lamplight. Her smile bloomed in the night wind, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, carrying a refreshing fragrance...

"your Highness……"

Sikong Jin was taken aback and quickly bowed in greeting. However, Xing Fuhua had already stepped forward, gently grasping Sikong Jin's cold hands with her slender ones. A faint mist shimmered in her clear eyes. "Brother Jin, Hua'er is willing to give up everything and live and die with you. No matter where you go, Hua'er will follow you. If you feel that these are burdens, you can pretend that I never said these words. But what Hua'er should do, I will still do."

"Princess...no...Hua'er, stop it, I'm fine, why are you so stubborn?"

Sikong Jin spoke with difficulty, looking to Xing Qitian for help, but Xing Qitian stared at her and Xing Fuhua with great interest.

"Nothing is more important than getting through this now, Sikong Jin. You're not a three-year-old anymore. You're the stubborn and impulsive one!"

Xing Fuhua angrily slapped Sikong Jin's hands away, glaring at her with her beautiful eyes, "I don't care, if you don't dare let me be with you, then it means you've betrayed me."

"I don't!"

Sikong Jin immediately raised her hand to show her loyalty!

"I don't believe you, then let me go back to the Sikong Mansion with you!"

“Hua’er, it’s not that I don’t want you to come back with me, the problem is… we’re not married yet, oh no, we’re not married… that’s not fair to you, you can ask your father if you don’t believe me…”

Sikong Jin, feeling annoyed, passed the burden to Xing Qitian.

However, Sikong Jin was moved by Xing Fuhua's deep affection at this moment. Knowing Sikong Jin's situation, Xing Fuhua was still willing to go into danger with her. Xing Fuhua was truly deeply in love.

However, the more she felt this way, the more guilty and apologetic she felt.

How could she bear to hurt such a kind and sincere girl?

“Brother Jin, this is really the only path you can take. The Sikong family head won’t let you off so easily. If you go back like this, you’ll definitely be placed under house arrest.”

The exceptionally intelligent Xing Fuhua could not have foreseen the consequences that would follow.