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

"Somebody come!"

At his command, someone immediately arrived from outside; it was Feng Yang, the commander of the Imperial Guards.

"Yes, His Royal Highness!"

Feng Yang bowed respectfully in greeting.

"Have the kitchen prepare a few dishes."

……

Feng Yang was very efficient. Before long, several snacks appeared on the table between the two of them. Sikong Jin had already drunk a lot of wine. Her clear eyes had inadvertently become tinged with a hazy, feminine charm, and a faint blush appeared on her delicate face, but her aura remained undiminished.

"Did you fail the assessment?"

After pondering for a long time, Di Beizun slowly spoke, looking thoughtfully at Sikong Jin. He picked up his chopsticks, took a dish, paused for a moment, and then put it into the bowl in front of Sikong Jin.

"How could that be? Those questions are not a big problem for me. The results will be out in three days. With Tang Jingyao and Ji Wuge here, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Sikong Jin put down her wine glass without ceremony, picked up her bowl, and ate her food while replying, "Actually, you didn't need to prepare these dishes. I ate quite a lot at Tang Jingyao's house tonight. His wife, Lan Zixi, is a very good cook and also very beautiful. Tang Jingyao is really lucky. You know, Lan Zixi was the one who first took a liking to me, but unfortunately, I can't marry her, and I won't compete with my brother for a woman... Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes..."

"I remember you told me that you deeply love the Ninth Princess of Dayong." Emperor Beizun looked at Sikong Jin with unfathomable eyes, a strange smile appearing on his cold and beautiful face.

“Oh, yes… I have the Ninth Princess, my betrothed…” Sikong Jin tilted his head back and drank a cup of wine, then raised his hand to rub his temples. “The Ninth Princess loves me very much, treats me very well, is gentle and virtuous, intelligent and wise. She is a wonderful girl, the most perfect fiancée that I, Sikong Jin, must have prayed for for eighteen lifetimes. I should love her very much too…”

“But, Emperor Beizun, you would never understand…” Sikong Jin sighed, poured another glass of wine, her hazy eyes filled with a struggle and turmoil. “I ask you, if one day, family, friendship, and so-called love were placed in front of you, and you had to choose one, one of the three, which would you choose?”

"I will not face such a situation." Emperor Beizun's tone was indifferent but very firm.

"Damn it, isn't this just a hypothetical situation? Let me rephrase it: what if one day you fall for your best friend's fiancée, and your father and mother strongly oppose you marrying her as your crown princess? What would you do then?"

Lord Sikong couldn't help but curse, glaring at Emperor Beizun with extreme impatience.

Di Beizun's gaze darkened, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, and he stared at Sikong Jin for a long time without saying a word before calmly replying, "There is no woman in this world with such great ability that I cannot live without her."

Sikong Jin shrugged and waved her hand. "Fine, then I wish you'll meet a woman you love to death in the future, who will torment and afflict you, making you unable to resist and leaving you haggard..."

Di Beizun didn't reply, but poured wine for Lord Sikong. Lord Sikong drank several cups in a row, and her head became a little dizzy. A brief look of confusion appeared in her starry eyes. She shook her head and could barely stay sober.

"Emperor Beizun, are you afraid of death?"

Just as Sikong Jin was about to lower her head to eat, she suddenly seemed to remember something, looked up at Di Beizun, and asked.

Di Beizun glanced at her, then turned his gaze to the raindrops dancing in through the window. The cool sound of the rain brushed past his ears, sounding ethereal and unreal.

"Those who are afraid of death will eventually die; life is not easy for anyone."

After a moment of silence, he slowly turned to look at Sikong Jin, his gaze shifting slightly before settling into a calm expression. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you really only come to see me tonight simply to drink?"

It was obvious that the noble and aloof man seemed to know Lord Sikong very well. Seeing that her expression was not right, his expression was also quite strange, and his unpredictable eyes were very complicated, yet he was still able to maintain a calm and peaceful demeanor.

Sikong Jin's hand holding the chopsticks trembled almost imperceptibly. She silently lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes obscuring her hazy, somewhat feminine eyes. After drinking the strong liquor, her throat and chest felt like they were on fire. She coughed a few times and said with difficulty, "I thought my credibility in your eyes wasn't too bad... after all, you've tricked me so many times."

Di Beizun's indifferent expression suddenly turned serious. His deep gaze swept across Sikong Jin's delicate, slightly flushed face like a gust of wind, and his tone was very low, "You should know that's not what I meant..."

"Come on, you talk as if you know me so well. I was in the wrong from the start, no wonder you see me that way."

Sikong Jin frowned, feeling extremely irritable and depressed. After a few drinks, she felt dizzy and couldn't even hold her chopsticks properly.

"I'm sorry, my attitude was bad. I apologize... When are you going back... back to Great Zhou..."

"After your Seventh National Congress of the Four Stars concluded."

Di Beizun picked up his wine cup and took a casual sip.

"Oh...it'll be soon..."

The intoxication came quickly—

Sikong Jin shook her head, trying to dispel the dizziness in her head, but a sharp pain swept over her head, and then several Emperor Beizun appeared in front of her.

"Why...where is...that wretched little beast...?"

"Don't you dislike seeing it?"

Di Beizun raised his eyes, glanced at the small, dark figure on the windowsill, then turned his gaze to Sikong Jin, who was propping her head up with one hand and whose eyes were almost out of focus.

"Oh... you don't like it. You should train me properly... Why isn't there any music? I want to hear some tunes..."

"Too noisy..."

"Yeah, it's too noisy... I beat up Liu Zhang today, that bastard, cunning, despicable, and incredibly treacherous... even worse than Di Beizun... Tang Jingyao, can you pay back the 300,000 taels I owe you next year?"

"..."

"Uh... Emperor Beizun? What are you doing here?"

Someone seemed to have gone completely drunk. Looking up and seeing several Emperor Bei Zun figures swaying before her, she grabbed one with her bare hand and cursed, "You vixen, so cunning, such a hypocrite, and yet so handsome... and your martial arts are so..."

Sikong Jin staggered to her feet, her clothes still catching the overturned wine cup in front of her. Her punch was intercepted by Di Beizun. She reluctantly withdrew her hand, muttered a few words to herself, and then waved her hand listlessly.

"I'm not playing with you guys anymore, I'm going home to sleep. Ji Wuge, I heard that 'Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon' is about to release a new version, remember to send me a copy..."

Di Beizun's face was grim, his deep gaze fixed on the shattered wine cup on the ground where Sikong Jin had broken it.