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

Just as we passed through a dark alley, a light rain began to fall from the gloomy night sky.

Sikong Jin, holding an umbrella, thought for a moment and then walked towards the back door of the Hilton. Just as she entered the door, she ran into Manager Lin Fei, who was about to leave.

"Young master, the racetrack is still under intense preparation. The horse trainers have already begun their work, bringing us one step closer to our goal. With that large sum of money invested, everything is progressing smoothly. Please rest assured, young master. By the way, this is the other half of the front."

Lin Fei poured tea for Sikong Jin while meticulously reporting on Hilton's situation to him. She then pulled out a large stack of high-denomination banknotes from her sleeve and handed them to Sikong Jin.

These were the silver notes containing 100,000 taels of gold that Sikong Jin had exchanged at Hongding Silver Shop last time…

Sikong Jin nodded gently, "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Fei. By the way, you also need to keep an eye on the Hilton Daily matter. Here are a few templates I've come up with. You're a smart person, you should know about this business opportunity. Low-cost, high-return businesses have always been my favorite."

Sikong Jin took the silver notes and unfolded several neatly folded large sheets of paper, handing them to Lin Fei. "You can go down and discuss this with the other managers, as well as Manager Feng from Luoyang. With our current funds and Hilton's strength, it shouldn't be difficult to make this happen. We can also divide it into many modules. First, promoting our horse racing will be a powerful tool. With two approaches, how can Hilton not rise rapidly?"

The voice was very calm, but to Lin Fei it was like a thunderclap. This business opportunity was first proposed shortly after Hilton was founded. At that time, Hilton had not yet established itself, so it was not easy to implement. Now, however, it was no longer a problem.

She could almost see Hilton, this rising star, her brilliance shining in every corner of the world, and that feeling filled her with immense excitement…

"Yes, young master! I will definitely complete this task successfully."

Lin Fei trembled slightly as she carefully folded the papers in her hand and put them into her sleeve. In an instant, another letter appeared in her hand. "Young Master, I was just about to go to the Sikong Mansion to find you. This is an urgent letter that was just sent from Luoyang."

Sikong Jin frowned slightly, took the letter, opened it, and found only one sentence written on it—

After the meeting, Xianyin Luoyan and 180 other experts set up an ambush on Longxi Road.

A cold glint flashed in her usually quiet eyes. She clenched the letter tightly into her palm, and in an instant, powder poured out from her tightly clenched hand. Her delicate face began to show a mixture of emotions.

That gloomy, hateful gaze was as cold as ice, sending chills down one's spine. Even Lin Fei, who had just felt unbearably hot, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Young master... are you alright?"

Lin Fei asked cautiously, "Did something happen?"

Sikong Jin did not answer, but Lin Fei could clearly feel the strong killing intent permeating the air.

Lin Fei felt a sharp pain in her heart, her body trembling slightly. She dared not utter a sound. At that moment, Sikong Jin's chilling voice, filled with a fierce and arrogant killing intent, came through: "You've been too clever for your own good! Let's see how you clean up this mess. You will pay a heavy price for it!"

'Bah! '

Sikong Jin suddenly stood up, her clothes fluttering as she swept them aside, overturning the tea table and shattering the teacups on it.

Lin Fei was startled and quickly turned around, but Sikong Jin's figure had already disappeared outside the door...

As the night deepened, the rain poured down harder, shrouding the entire world in a somber and damp atmosphere.

Inside the Crown Prince's residence in the north.

The sound of pattering rain continued to reach my ears. A gentle breeze brushed past the quiet windowsill, and the gauze curtains by the window were already dampened by the raindrops that fluttered in. The lamp on the table swayed slightly, and its dim yellow light quietly enveloped the noble and aloof man sitting in front of the bed, draped in a robe.

Emperor Beizun stared coldly at the letter his subordinate had just delivered, his handsome brows furrowing slightly, his eyes deep and thoughtful. After a long while, he handed the letter into the candlelight, silently watching the flames engulf all the paper…

"Lord Sikong, our Crown Prince has already retired for the night..."

Suddenly, chaotic footsteps came from outside, along with Feng Yang's anxious voice trying to dissuade them.

Di Beizun's brows furrowed even more, but a faint glint of light flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when the tightly closed door was pushed open, and a cold, damp breeze rushed in, stirring up the curtains hanging on the floor.

Di Beizun turned his head and looked towards the door. What came into view was Sikong Jin, whose robes were somewhat disheveled. Her hair, which was tied up high with a black jade hairpin, was slightly messy, and a few thin strands of bangs were wet with rain and hung down irregularly. Her complexion was not good.

She was also carrying a jar of wine around her waist.

"Your Highness, Lord Sikong, he..."

Feng Yang knew that His Highness the Crown Prince had a special feeling for Lord Sikong, and when Sikong Jin rushed in just now, he didn't dare to stop him much...

"You go down first."

Di Beizun casually uttered these words, but his gaze never left Sikong Jin's handsome and aloof face.

"Don't mind me, I just wanted to have a drink and chat with you."

Sikong Jin strode over.

This man possesses a calming quality that allows her to find peace, a powerful aura that encompasses the universe, and a composed and profound demeanor. He would make a very good companion for drinking with her.

Di Beizun remained silent, his demeanor aloof and cold. He gazed indifferently at Sikong Jin, who was pouring wine for herself, his eyes deep and unfathomable, a mysterious light flickering within them, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"I won't try to take advantage of you tonight, so you don't need to be wary of me. Have a few drinks with me. I always feel like I'm missing someone to drink with, and you should understand that this feeling is actually a bit unpleasant."

Sikong Jin's voice was somewhat weak, and her gaze was calm and dim, with an uncontrollable worry appearing between her brows. "Don't always give me that look. Seeing you like this only makes me more annoyed."

Sikong Jin handed a full glass of wine to Emperor Beizun, not bothering with any pretense of reserve or elegance, and blurted out whatever came to mind.

This man's all-seeing eyes might have already figured out most of her, and he probably wouldn't bother arguing with her, Sikong Jin. So Sikong Jin thought that there was no need to pretend when she was with someone like him.

When wisdom and strength reach a certain level, any trickery is nothing but fleeting clouds in his eyes.

Di Beizun watched silently as Sikong Jin drank several cups of wine without picking up another. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his gaze fixed on Sikong Jin.