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

If word of such a price gets back to the building, won't those people be surprised?

A meaningful smile tugged at the corner of Changfeng's mouth. He never expected that his life would be so valuable.

"Don't look at me like that, Brother Changfeng! You set this price yourself, I didn't force you! One hundred thousand taels of gold, to be honest, I really admire your boldness! If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to spend such a large sum... You can't possibly not have the money, can you?"

Seeing that his expression was off, Sikong Jin narrowed her deep eyes and said with a half-smile.

Upon hearing this, Changfeng's face twitched—

"If I hadn't mentioned gold, you probably would have left already! You were clearly trying to scam me!"

"Otherwise what? Would Lord Sikong be willing to forgive this debt? To let me owe you another favor?"

Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow, her tone quite resolute, "Don't even think about it! Ten thousand taels of gold, that's far more precious than any favor, something I couldn't exchange even with ten lives. Tell me, when are you going to pay? Also, remember you promised me one more condition."

"Since I have spoken, I will naturally not go back on my word. But isn't Lord Sikong curious about who is chasing me? Aren't you afraid that after you save me, they will come looking for you?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Changfeng's pale face. He leisurely switched the sharp knife in his left hand to his right, casually playing with it while looking at Sikong Jin with interest.

"Not curious!" Sikong Jin replied without hesitation.

She has another advantage: her curiosity level is so low it's almost unbearable to look at.

"As long as you don't tell anyone, no one will know that it was I who saved you."

"Your subordinates seem to know that it was you who saved me."

"My subordinates are extremely loyal to me."

……

Changfeng chuckled twice, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of amusement. He looked Sikong Jin up and down, his gaze quite intriguing. "Lord Sikong, you are quite interesting! I had heard before that you were a frail scholar, but I never expected to see you like this."

Sikong Jin narrowed his eyes at him, then nodded immediately, "Of course, I am exceptionally talented, naturally wise, brilliant, decisive, intelligent, self-disciplined, kind and friendly, low-key, indifferent to fame and fortune, and always ready to help others..."

Sikong Jin felt she was speaking the absolute truth; she never praised people lightly.

Changfeng smiled but remained silent. He remembered that he had mentioned this Sikong Jin before. After his father, Sikong Qi, died, all military power was seized by the family, and he was exiled to Malan City. In reality, he was already a discarded son of the family. The Sikong family would never entrust the military power of more than 100,000 troops to a weak scholar, especially one who was not literate.

"Lord Sikong doesn't seem to be worried about his situation at all. In three months, it will be the birthday of the Emperor of Dayong, followed by the seventh session of the Four Stars Assembly of the Central State Conference held every three years. If you're not worried about yourself, shouldn't you be thinking about your mother and younger brother at home?"

"Can you bring them here to me without them noticing?"

Sikong Jin looked up, her eyebrows arched, and gazed at Changfeng with a serene expression.

Changfeng was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then shook his head, "No!"

It's not that they can't, but they also have their own rules. They can't easily get involved in official disputes outside of the martial arts world.

"Then what nonsense are you spouting to me here?"

Changfeng, "..."

After a moment of silent laughter, Changfeng could only manage a wry smile. He reached into his sleeve and, in the blink of an eye, had already picked up a small jade pendant between his fingers.

"With this jade token, you can withdraw 100,000 taels of gold from any of the Hongding Silver House, Tianbao Silver House, Fengyun Feiqian, or Hongda Feiqian. 100,000 taels of gold is no small sum, and I think you would also prefer this method to make things easier."

A receipt for withdrawing money?

Sikong Jin took the jade tablet and examined it closely—

It is a very thin jade plaque, black in color, translucent and crystal clear, with very complex and simple patterns carved on it. The plaque also has two characters engraved on it: "Wind and Cloud".

Changfeng, sword in hand, walked through the drooping willows, gathered his clothes ruffled by the evening breeze, and no longer looked at her. His tall figure slowly walked into the soft sunset, and he spoke calmly, "As for the condition I owe you, if you ever need me to fulfill it, you can bring this jade token to Fengyun Tower in Luoyang to find me..."

With those last words, the person disappeared into the sunset, their faint voice drifting away on the evening breeze.

Luoyang...

Fengyun Tower...

Sikong Jin's eyes widened, slightly taken aback—

She had heard of those words before: Luoyang, Fengyun Tower, the number one tower under heaven, a legend in the martial arts world, a mythical existence...

Could this Changfeng be someone from Fengyunlou?

No wonder they're so wealthy and powerful!

"Ah, Fengyun Tower... I should have just asked for 200,000 taels! What a huge loss..."

After a long silence, Sikong Jin finally let out a long, frustrated sigh...

That night, the moonlight was like water, and frost danced wildly in the sky. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the road leading to the Sikong Mansion. Upon closer inspection, a young man in a moon-colored robe, covered in the biting cold air, rode slowly towards them.

Under the cold moon of the western frontier, the night wind was faintly chilly, blowing the cloak draped over the young man's shoulders. Beneath the hood was the young man's delicate, fair, and slightly immature face. On the quiet road, apart from the clear sound of horses' hooves, one could also faintly hear the gurgling sound of water.

"That scoundrel Meng Benbo actually had such good stuff hidden away! Luckily I was quick-witted and snatched a bottle! Aged peach blossom wine... I was just praising them for their loyalty, and now they're hoarding it for themselves..."

The boy muttered to himself, one hand resting on the wine bottle on the saddle.

"Welcome back to your residence, sir!"

As soon as the young man stopped in front of the mansion gate, the guards on both sides stepped forward and greeted him with clasped hands.

Sikong Jin dismounted, nodded, and strode inside, asking, "Has anything unusual happened in the manor recently?"

One of the guards immediately clasped his hands in response, "Reporting to your Excellency, General Liu Xin's messengers and Miss Liu have come several times in the past few days, but each time they were dismissed by the steward."

General Liu Xin's messenger?

Miss Liu?

Is it Liu Xianxian?

What is she doing here again?

Sikong Jin subconsciously touched her chin, a meaningful glint in her eyes. She raised the corners of her mouth, gave a smile, and waved as she walked inside.