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

Xing Yilie's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted loudly. However, a large hand quickly patted his shoulder, and Ji Jiucheng's deep voice came, "Your Highness, stop now. Delaying the battle opportunity is not something you or I can bear. More than 100,000 to 200,000 soldiers of the Second Legion are waiting for their commander's orders."

Xing Yilie was well aware of Ji Jiucheng's meaning. There were many soldiers from the Second Legion present today. Even if he rashly seized military power from Xing Qitian, the nearly 200,000 soldiers of the Second Legion might not submit. Moreover, they still harbored irreconcilable hatred in their hearts!

However, there is a reason to let the tiger return to the mountain. In any case, today, Xing Qitian must hand over his military power. Is death the only option?

Thinking of everything arranged outside the imperial city, Xing Yilie couldn't help but sneer:

As expected, Father Emperor is still one step ahead. Even if you can leave from here, so what? Even greater storms and dangers await you. Whether you can return to Hangu Pass is uncertain!

Moreover, they have a painting of a lucky charm in their hands, so why should they worry that the old man won't give in?

Thinking of this, Xing Yilie couldn't help but feel smug. By now, the Royal Guard should be arriving soon, right?

Xing Qitian and Ji Wuge, along with their entourage, strode out of the council hall. Tang Jingyao and Feng Lie, the commander of the Imperial Guards, also left their seats, followed by their subordinates. In no time, the entire council hall was empty.

At that moment, the sounds of chaotic hoofbeats and footsteps could be heard outside.

Sikong Jin knew that it was Xing Qitian's guard team, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief. Before Xing Yilie and Ji Jiucheng came in front of her, she quickly put the dagger that was pressed against Liu Zhang's waist into her sleeve.

As soon as Xingqi Tian stepped out of the Zhongzhou Association, he saw Xing Fuhua's bright and beautiful face, her eyes filled with worry.

"Father! Are you okay?"

Xing Fuhua anxiously went to greet her.

"Hua'er, what are you doing here?"

Kosaki Ten looked at Kosaki Fuka with surprise.

"It was Brother Jin who told me to wait for Father here. Did something happen inside?"

Xing Fuhua was very puzzled. She seemed to have just seen the guards rushing in with weapons, and she was afraid that something might happen.

Xingqi Tian gently patted Xing Fuhua's shoulder, looked up at the gloomy gray night sky, and sighed, "It's really hard on him, Hua'er. This time you probably have to go with your father immediately!"

"Father?"

Xing Fuhua was slightly taken aback. She naturally understood Xing Qitian's predicament. Thinking of the person she longed for, she felt a sudden pain in her chest. She turned her head to look inside and found Sikong Jin walking out with heavy steps.

"Brother Jin!"

"A Jin!"

Ji Wuge and Xing Fuhua's voices rang out together.

"Why aren't you leaving yet? It's getting dark, and the Royal Guard will be here soon!"

A solemn expression appeared on Sikong Jin's beautiful, fair face, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Ajin, you should come back to Hangu City with us. The capital is not safe, and we are worried about leaving you here!"

Kosaki Tenya walked over, his eyes filled with concern and gentleness.

Sikong Jin shook her head, letting Xing Fuhua hold her hand tightly, and sighed, "I can't leave yet, otherwise everything I've done will be meaningless. There are reasons why I must stay here."

"A Jin!"

Ji Wuge looked anxiously at Sikong Jin, "Liu Zhang and the others won't let you off so easily!"

"Don't worry, they won't dare to do anything to me right now. It won't be long before I leave the capital. You should hurry up and leave, or it will be too late. The city gates are closed now. I've already made arrangements for you. Go there immediately, and someone will naturally help you."

A hint of melancholy at parting appeared on Sikong Jin's face. She bowed respectfully to Xing Qitian, then took Ji Wuge and Xing Fuhua's hands and said sincerely, "My lord, Ji Ji, Hua'er, they are probably lying in ambush outside the city. This journey is fraught with danger and long. You must take good care of yourselves. Perhaps we will meet again soon."

Ji Wuge and Xing Fuhua also held Sikong Jin's thin and cold hands tightly. They knew the reason for Sikong Jin's insistence, but their chests ached uncontrollably.

Ji Wuge's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but hug Sikong Jin, saying with difficulty, "Good brother, thank you for what you just did. Promise me you'll take good care of yourself. If anything happens to you, I'll risk my life for you!"

Sikong Jin patted Ji Wuge on the back and laughed, "Don't worry, I, Sikong Jin, am lucky, I'll be fine. By the way, I'll have to trouble you to take good care of the Ninth Princess from now on. Girls are sensitive and thoughtful, so please keep an eye on her for me. I'll allow you to steal from her, you won't let such a great deal pass you by, will you?"

Sikong Jin's laughter reached his ears, and Ji Wuge felt a moment of disorientation. He vaguely felt a faint fragrance brushing past his nose, but before he could react, Sikong Jin had already released him.

"Hua'er, take care on your journey!"

Sikong Jin looked up at the gradually darkening sky, with fine rain falling continuously from the sky. She pulled the cloak from her shoulders and draped it over Xing Fuhua's shoulders.

Xing Fuhua, tears streaming down her face, looked up silently at Sikong Jin, her red lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word. All her unspoken words could only be expressed in a light kiss that gently landed on Sikong Jin's cool and aloof face...

The sound of horses' hooves echoed and quickly disappeared into the vast, dark rain, followed by the clamor of guards and patrols.

Sikong Jin sighed, then suddenly turned and walked towards a dimly lit direction.

……

As darkness fell, the sky soon became completely dark, and the imperial city was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

On Chaoyang Street leading to the west gate of the Dayong Imperial City.

The Crown Prince's entourage was slowly making its way towards the city gate.

"Your Highness, the city gate is just ahead. Should we use the token to open it?"

Outside the luxurious carriage, General Feng Yang cautiously inquired.

Inside the understated yet luxurious carriage, Di Beizun was carefully wiping his curved sword with a clean white handkerchief.

It was a black scimitar, shaped somewhat like a crescent moon, its entire body radiating an eerie black light. The sharp blade shone with a chilling brilliance under the cold lamplight. The blade itself looked simple, yet only those who got close to it could feel the bloodthirsty, languid chill emanating from it.

Only those who have mastered the art of killing perfectly can wield this scimitar to its fullest potential.

Di Beizun slowly sheathed his sword, closed his eyes, and faintly heard the violent commotion in the air. Then he opened his eyes and calmly ordered, "Use the token to open the city gates and leave the city immediately."

"Yes!"

Feng Yang spurred his horse swiftly and galloped toward the city gate.