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

"Let's go, Ji Wuge is probably getting impatient."

Sikong Jin, with her hands behind her back, strode forward with great confidence.

Outside the Sikong Mansion, Ji Wuge had indeed been waiting impatiently for some time.

"Why is it taking so long? We'll be late if we don't hurry."

Ji Wuge frowned and glanced at Sikong Jin with displeasure. This guy was unwilling to go out for drinks to celebrate his promotion yesterday, which caused him and Tang Jingyao to get drunk and almost sleep on the street. Fortunately, the guards in the mansion found him, otherwise he would have had to sleep on the street all night, and he even paid for the drinks!

Sikong Jin smiled. "What's wrong? Why are you so angry? Are you still upset about what happened last night? I ate too many soybeans last night and got diarrhea... Don't be so angry, I'll treat you to a seafood feast at the Hilton tonight..."

"Get lost! I think you're all about women and no humanity!"

Ji Wuge secretly glanced at Xing Fuhua, who was covering her mouth and blushing, and said sourly.

"How could that be! Am I the kind of hypocrite who would forget his friends for the sake of a pretty face?"

"Go to hell! You talk as if you've always been a gentleman!"

"Ji Ji... that's a personal attack..."

……

Inside the Crown Prince's residence in the north.

"His Royal Highness!"

Feng Yang bowed respectfully, gazing admiringly at Emperor Beizun, who stood with his hands behind his back by the window, silently watching the misty rain outside. "Lord Sikong sent Yuepo back through someone, along with a letter..."

Di Beizun turned around, his eyes, which had seen through everything, still held a gentle calmness, but Feng Yang caught a faint sense of melancholy and indifference in that instant.

Feng Yang suddenly felt a strange chill.

That Crown Prince, though physically close, felt strangely distant to him. He had seen the Crown Prince's indifferent and apathetic demeanor countless times, but now—

He seemed to read something different in that look than usual.

His Highness the Crown Prince slightly raised his hand, the blooming red spider lilies on his sleeves swaying in the wind. His fair and slender hands looked rather thin, yet it was precisely these hands that held the terrifying power of life and death.

He gently picked up the Moon Soul sword, drew it, and a crimson glow flashed out. A chilling sword aura rushed towards him, making him tremble.

He tucked the moon's essence back into his sleeve, opened the letter, and found it written in Sikong Jin's vigorous and flowing handwriting, containing only one sentence—

If I am not back by noon tomorrow, please take good care of my mother. Thank you, Your Highness.

My gaze shifted and landed on the signature; the three characters "Sikong Jin" were clearly visible...

Suddenly, the wind and rain outside the window intensified, with raindrops pattering incessantly against the windowpane, and the sky was as dark as ink.

"His Royal Highness..."

Feng Yang spoke cautiously.

Di Beizun lowered his eyes, elegantly crumbled the letter into a wisp of powder, and tossed it out the window.

"Go to the Dayong Imperial Palace immediately and tell the Emperor that the deadline I gave him has arrived. Go and get the exit permit. I need to leave Dayong immediately. If the matter is not resolved, you don't need to come back."

Di Beizun's voice was extremely low and calm.

"Your Highness, wasn't it said that we would wait until after the Seventh Four-Star Conference?"

Feng Yang looked up at Di Beizun in astonishment.

"Xing Qiyu has repeatedly given me the runaround. He doesn't know my rules. My patience has run out. The Wing King's 200,000 iron cavalry will soon break down the threshold of Southern Liang. He knows in his heart how to choose."

Di Beizun's tone turned icy, but his alluring and cold face remained as indifferent as the wind.

"But, Your Highness, the capital of Dayong is now swarming with their people. If they don't let us leave the city, then we..."

"You think Xing Qiyu can trap me with just this little bit of skill?" Di Beizun suddenly smiled, a dazzling sneer curving his cold and beautiful face. That smile, though icy, was captivating. "Does he really think I'm going to Da Yong so lightly? General Feng, you'll soon be meeting your good brother, General Su Da..."

"Suda!"

Feng Yang's eyes widened. The commander of the Great Zhou's guards was also the Crown Prince's personal guard captain. The Crown Prince's nine thousand personal guards were all utterly loyal to him. Even if they couldn't all be brought to the Great Yong this time, Feng Yang absolutely believed they had this trump card...

"General Su's visiting card should have been delivered to Emperor Dayong by now."

"Yes, Your Highness, I will go immediately!"

Feng Yang shuddered and quickly replied.

He had long since wanted to leave this godforsaken place; his Great Zhou was far superior!

……

Inside the Zhongzhou Parliament's conference hall, which can accommodate several thousand people, all the officials attending the meeting were seated in their respective positions. The morning session of the meeting approved the selected list and assigned positions.

Sikong Jin served as the Grand Commander of the Military Intelligence Department of Zhongzhou Hui, a position below the Deputy Grand Commander. According to regulations, she was qualified to command more than 50,000 troops, just as Wu Bo had predicted.

The so-called 50,000 troops is just a figure of speech, because no fool would relinquish their military power. Therefore, you need to recruit soldiers yourself. The Central State Association only grants you this power. As for the expenses, the Central State Association will only contribute a small amount, probably less than one percent. This greatly limits the expansion of military power.

To put it bluntly, it's just an excuse to get rid of you. Of course, it won't kill your hopes. Building an army of 50,000 is extremely expensive, and you'll also need capable people to manage and command it.

This is why Sikong Jin conducted business with Tongyun Pavilion in Luoyang.

She brought all the rice and grain businesses in the Wangzhou area under her control. With the strong financial backing of Hilton's operations, building an army was only a matter of time.

Sikong Jin herself is very confident.

When Sikong Jin received the heavy letter of appointment from Ji Jiucheng, the Grand Commander of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he was somewhat excited and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

After so much preparation, she finally has a legitimate reason. But can she really leave the capital smoothly and return to Malan City safely?

Or where will you be assigned?

Not long after lunch, the council resumed its meeting. The agenda included discussions on border defense deployments and the transfer and adjustment of military command.

As the bell rang, the group entered the council hall.

The seats at the top were occupied by eight Grand Secretaries, as well as heads of some powerful families, such as Sikong Shu and Liu Changyue. Of course, there were also members of the royal family, including Prince Duan, Xing Qitian, Prince Lie, and some princes and generals of the court who commanded large armies.