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

The Malan Mountains stretch from north to south, starting in the northern part of Tiansheng Longnan in Nanzhou and extending northward to the northwestern wilderness of Beizhou. Passing through the central Malan Mountains, one finds a cluster of peaks in this area. The western part of Zhongzhou, the northwestern part of Nanzhou, and Xizhou of Fengyun Continent are divided into these major parts by the Malan Mountains.

This vast region is mostly composed of towering mountains and deep ravines, serving as a natural barrier for the three major states of Central, West, and South since ancient times. Connecting these three states is the Hangu Pass in the Central State, a strategic pass through the Malan Mountains. This pass is about 300 li away from Malan City, where Sikong Jin is stationed, and is guarded by 100,000 elite troops of the Dayong Imperial Family. Once the surrounding cities and passes receive an emergency report from Hangu Pass, they must rush to its aid without hesitation, demonstrating its importance. It has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists since ancient times!

If Hangu Pass were to fall to the Liao, the Great Yong would face tens of thousands of Liao cavalry, which was the last thing the Great Yong wanted to see.

Malan City, where Sikong Jin was stationed, served as a protective right flank for the main force of Hangu Pass. Its terrain consisted mostly of crisscrossing canyons, making it easy to set up ambushes. Moreover, Shangyuan City was positioned in front of it. Therefore, the chief strategist Zhu Si and deputy general Meng Benbo ignored the concerns of deputy general Mei Ruhua, which greatly displeased deputy general Mei.

After leaving the military camp that night, Sikong Jin disappeared without a trace, and no one was seen for seven days.

As evening fell and the sun began to set, inside a military camp outside Malan City.

"What? There's still no news from the master?" The chief strategist Zhu Si lifted the curtain and strode in, looking anxiously at Mei Ruhua, who was focused on the sand table.

"You know what kind of person he is. He might be indulging in some brothel right now, living a life of pleasure. How would I know where he is!"

Mei Ruhua responded indifferently.

Zhu Si's face darkened. "My lord is becoming increasingly disorganized and undisciplined. If he continues like this, I will have to report it to General Ji..."

Before the fat man could finish speaking, suddenly with a 'whoosh,' the curtain was lifted again, and a slender figure slipped in from outside. "What bad things have you been saying about me again?"

Upon seeing Sikong Jin enter, the chief strategist Zhu Si's face immediately darkened, and his tone became quite cold and unfriendly, "What? You finally decided to come back? Lord Sikong has been missing for seven days, neglecting his post. It is my duty to follow up and report this to the authorities..."

Sikong Jin crouched down and approached the fat man, but the fat man turned his head away and didn't even look at him.

Sikong Jin flashed to his side, smiled slightly, and said innocently and humbly, "Little Si? Are you still angry with me? Don't be like that, okay? I apologize to you... isn't that enough? You're a magnanimous person, you won't hold a grudge against someone like me, right?"

Hearing this, the fat man glared at him angrily, then poured out his grievances, "Sir, do you think an apology can cover up your crimes? You made me lose a hundred taels of silver, and that old hag Jing Su doesn't even listen to me. She even said that I'm a toad trying to eat swan meat! So what if I look like this? I'm proud of what I look like..."

Sikong Jin's face twitched, but she forced herself to nod repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! You should be very proud to look like this! Don't bother with those ignorant women. They were born into wealthy families, and all they worry about is which little undergarment to wear and which gauze dress to put on... They have no idea how expensive pork is in the market now, let alone human flesh... Hmm? Ah Hua, why did you throw it at me? Don't you know there's still water in the teacup? Luckily I dodged it quickly..."

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"So, Fatty, you've failed your mission this time?"

"No, it didn't fail. I made a deal with Jing Su, and she's happy to give us three months' worth of provisions," the fat man whispered mysteriously, leaning closer.

Seeing the fat man's mysterious and smug look, Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow, glanced at him thoughtfully, and lowered her voice, "What? Three months' worth of provisions? Is there really such a good thing?"

The fat man nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Of course, and I suffered no losses whatsoever. I completed the task beautifully, even better than you expected!"

"Then tell me, what deal did you make with her? That woman is stingy and petty; I tried for three months and couldn't win her over. How did you succeed on your first try? Could it be..."

Sikong Jin shifted her gaze, sweeping over the fat man's lower body.

The fat man proudly raised his head and puffed out his chest, then smiled mysteriously, "I have my own brilliant plan. Otherwise, do you think this great strategist is just sitting around doing nothing?"

Of course you don't eat rice dry; you soak rice in meat gravy every meal, which is basically rice porridge!

"Report——"

Just then, a voice announced something from outside the door.

"Come in!"

As soon as the voice fell, the curtain was immediately lifted, and a soldier walked in.

"Greetings, sir! Vice General Mei, Lord Zhu!"

The soldier respectfully knelt on one knee and bowed.

"Get up! What is it?"

Sikong Jin put away the incomprehensible smile on her face, turned her head, and looked at the soldier seriously.

"Reporting to you, sir, Young Master Changfeng knows you have returned and wishes to see you. He specifically sent me to inform you."

Young Master Changfeng?

Who is it?

Sikong Jin raised her eyebrows in slight confusion.

"My lord, it's the man you rescued that night. He was seriously injured and had been unconscious for six days. He only woke up last night. He said his name is Changfeng, and he wanted to see you again last night, but..."

Mei Ruhua coughed lightly, offering a quiet reminder with a rather unfriendly expression.

That night?

The person who was rescued?

One hundred thousand taels of gold!

Sikong Jin's eyes lit up immediately. He threw down his teacup and stood up abruptly—"Take me there quickly!"

Under the willows on the riverbank outside the military camp, the setting sun casts its golden rays into the night sky, casting dappled shadows on the ground, while the tender green willows sway and dance in the evening breeze.

Sikong Jin stood on the steps with her hands behind her back, looking up slightly at the man in a dark blue robe standing in the wind under the weeping willows in front of her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Sikong."

A slightly hoarse, deep voice came from behind him. The man suddenly turned around. His handsome face, which was usually cold but had well-defined features, softened a little. Beneath his sword-like eyebrows were sharp eyes like those of a hawk. He was tall and upright, calm and experienced. He exuded a restrained and profound aura. He was definitely not someone to be underestimated. He was also a rare and handsome man.

"My name is Changfeng, and I have come here specifically to thank you for saving my life, sir."

Sikong Jin paused slightly before taking a step up the stairs.

"You were poisoned and have multiple knife wounds. I went to great lengths to save you from the clutches of death. Since I received 100,000 taels of gold from you, consider this compensation. There's no need to worry about it."

Sikong Jin stopped behind Changfeng, her tone filled with emotion, completely unaware that she had extorted an exorbitant price from him.

One hundred thousand taels of gold!

That's an absolutely astronomical sum!