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

In the blink of an eye, a large army had arrived.

Sikong Jin cautiously peeked outside through the curtain—

In the distance, they could see Prince Lie, Liu Changyue, and others leading a large number of royal guards toward them. The torches held high illuminated the entire dark night sky, and the rain curtain was dense and indistinct. The dark mass of guards completely blocked the surrounding streets.

Sikong Jin's delicate brows furrowed even more as she looked at Di Beizun. Seeing that his cold and alluring face still held a calm and detached expression, she thought for a moment, then pulled up her black mask, loosened her wrists, and pulled a sharp, pointed knife from her waist inside her cloak.

"Are you trying to take me hostage?"

The voice of Emperor Beizun, unperturbed by life or death, rang out.

"Even if I had the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard, I wouldn't dare!" Sikong Jin gripped the sharp knife in her hand and chuckled dryly. "However, you did remind me of such a good idea!"

"Sharp-tongued!"

Di Beizun coldly rebuked, "If you don't rein in your temper, you'll be the one who dies the fastest!"

Sikong Jin wasn't surprised to hear such words. Who knew how many troops that old bastard Xing Qiyu had ambushed outside the city? As soon as Xing Qitian and Ji Wuge left the city, countless interception operations would immediately begin. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so anxious.

The current situation is that the old fox Sikong Shu is watching from the sidelines and maintaining a neutral attitude, Liu Changyue's faction has already sided with Emperor Dayong, and Ji Jiucheng is holding back 100,000 Imperial Guards. Although the commander of the Imperial Guards, Feng Lie, is a friend of Xing Qitian, he is still under the command of Emperor Dayong. The only one who can keep these 100,000 Imperial Guards in check is Ji Jiucheng, the Grand Commander of the Central State Military Command.

As for Tang Jingyao, now is the time to take advantage of the situation and eliminate some of his troublesome henchmen.

After tonight, we'll probably be immersed in a bloody storm for the next few days.

"Do you know what happened in the council hall today?"

Knowing that this person was meticulous and unfathomable, and seeing his calm reaction just now, without asking her what happened, she thought to herself that he probably had something to say about it.

"Your Emperor of Dayong has secretly withdrawn his troops from the north of Dayong. With such a big commotion, anyone with eyes can see who he's targeting. In such a situation, he can still fight among himself. Your Emperor of Dayong is a bit petty and not the kind of person who can accomplish anything." Emperor Beizun said casually, "He should be grateful that after your father Sikong Qi, he still has such a loyal and valiant general."

"Lord Yukichi Ten is a pillar of our Great Yong Dynasty, a general among generals, and the greatest of all commanders."

Sikong Jin sighed sincerely.

Looking back on everything, her nominal father-in-law had given her a lot of care and had never abandoned or looked down on her because of her loss of power.

The saying "a friend in need is a friend indeed" perfectly describes this situation.

"It's clear that you have a very high opinion of your future father-in-law."

Di Beizun's unfathomable gaze swept over Sikong Jin with a meaningful look, a look that always made Sikong Jin's hair stand on end, keeping her on high alert.

"Didn't you just describe him as a loyal and valiant general?"

Sikong Jin chuckled dryly a few times, then quickly looked away, glancing at Diao Ye, who was squinting and glancing back and forth between her and Di Beizun.

"Xing Qitian's talent and strategy are no less than Xing Qiyu's. Do you think he would dare to step into the capital of Dayong without any precautions?"

"A few thousand guards are no match for an army of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. Besides... do you think the Emperor of Da Yong is only capable of this?"

Sikong Jin sighed, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.

Ji Wuge and Xing Fuhua are both in the army, and Xing Fuhua is just a weak woman...

Emperor Beizun glanced at her indifferently, and the voice of Prince Lie, Xing Yilie, came from outside the carriage—

Who is in the car?

"Who dares to block His Highness the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire's path?"

The sound of the wind came from afar and grew closer.

"The Crown Prince of the Northern Capital?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Xing Yilie's eyes as he remained seated high on his horse. He turned to meet Liu Changyue's questioning gaze and was momentarily stunned.

What is the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire doing here?

Judging from this, it seems like they're about to leave the city?

Di Beizun remained silent, his long, handsome hand lifting the carriage curtain. His calm face revealed no emotion, but his unwavering gaze held a hint of coldness as he indifferently looked at Xing Yilie and Liu Zhang.

Upon being met with the calm and indifferent gaze of the Crown Prince of Dibei, Xing Yilie and Liu Changyue were taken aback. They quickly dismounted, stepped forward, clasped their hands in respect, and said, "We were unaware that His Highness the Crown Prince of Dibei was here. Please forgive our rudeness."

The aloof and arrogant man slowly withdrew his large hand, glancing at Sikong Jin, who sat calmly to the side. "If I were to hand you over now, you'd be finished."

Sikong Jin shrugged and smiled innocently, "I believe you wouldn't do something so heinous. After all, we've been friends since childhood, sharing drinks, discussing swordsmanship, dancing, and soaking in hot springs together..."

Even if you don't save me, can't I save myself?

Sikong Jin gripped the sharp knife beneath her cloak...

"Soaking in a hot spring?" Di Beizun narrowed his long, deep eyes, staring thoughtfully at Sikong Jin's eyes that sparkled like stars. Sikong Jin lowered her head guiltily, touched her nose, and coughed a few times.

The embarrassing scene suddenly flashed through his mind; it seemed like he didn't even know where she had thrown his clothes, maybe even given them to her as a rag...

"You've really gotten yourself into my clutches!" Di Beizun's cold and alluring smile carried a dangerous chill, making Sikong Jin feel incredibly guilty. She had no choice but to turn her head away, pretending to study the exquisite patterns on the carriage wall. Seeing something glittering gold nearby, she even reached out and tried to pry it off to see if it was gold and if she could remove it...

"I always ask for payment for everything I do, Sikong Jin. I not only saved your life once again, but I also did you a lot of favors. You owe me a great debt of gratitude."

Di Beizun casually uttered these words, then suddenly pulled out a set of clothes from behind him and threw them in front of Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin picked it up in surprise and saw that it was actually the uniform of a guard from the Great Zhou Dynasty. Her eyes widened immediately. Just as she was about to say something, Di Beizun had already turned his head away indifferently and opened a small crack to look out the window.

"What does Prince Lie mean by this?"

The deep voice sounded quite gentle, yet it carried a hint of dissatisfaction and coldness.

Feng Yang had just told Xing Yilie outside about the return of the Great Zhou envoy. King Lie's expression was also somewhat unpleasant. He was extremely wary of Di Beizun, and even the Emperor of Dayong was extremely wary of him.

The Great Zhou's iron cavalry is the curse of the entire Fengyun!

For a fleeting moment, Xing Yilie suddenly felt an invisible pressure pressing down on him.