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

Before dawn, Tang Jingyao's mansion was already surrounded by a huge crowd. It took Tang Jingyao's guards a great deal of effort to finally reach Zhongzhou Hui.

"What did you say? You still can't find Sikong Jin?"

At the desk, Tang Jingyao suddenly stood up, his gentle face showing signs of fatigue.

"Yes, sir! We have searched the entire city, but we cannot find any trace of Lord Sikong."

The guard replied in a deep voice.

"What about the Liu family? Have they made any moves?"

"My lord, Vice Minister Liu Zhang was ambushed by villains yesterday. All his bones were shattered, and he is seriously injured. The imperial physicians are helpless, and His Majesty is furious. He has ordered Prince Lie to investigate this matter thoroughly..."

"You mean Liu Zhang is practically useless now?"

Before the guard could finish speaking, Tang Jingyao suddenly narrowed his deep eyes, a smile curving his lips, and asked in a cold voice.

"According to the intelligence report, Liu Zhang's limbs are all shattered, I'm afraid..."

"Alright, you may leave now. Continue to secretly search for Lord Sikong's whereabouts. Report back immediately if you have any news. Also, send some people to secretly keep an eye on the Crescent Moon Pavilion at the Sikong residence. Try to arrange one or two people to protect Lady Sikong. I don't care what the method is."

"Yes, my lord!"

……

The temporary palace where Tuoba Yu, the third prince of the Tiansheng Dynasty, was staying.

Tuoba Yu stood silently by the window, his robe draped over his shoulders. The morning light shone slowly through the window, casting a faint golden glow on him, making him appear somewhat forlorn from afar.

Listening to the report from Black Mountain, a look of disbelief resurfaced in his eyes.

The moment when Sikong Jin was submerged by the surging river water reappeared clearly in his mind. He never imagined that the man in the bamboo hat was actually Sikong Jin!

Based on this deduction, the man in the bamboo hat who rescued Changfeng from the Blackwater and killed the Xianyin Pavilion outside Luoyang to steal the secret letter should also be Sikong Jin!

What he found even more unbelievable was that scene...

He was clearly slightly dazed—

Such a beautiful face, long hair like intertwined black clouds, and a slender body—is this really what a man should possess?

With a sigh, Tuoba Yu took out the thin gauze curtain from his sleeve; it was the only thing he had managed to grab at the time…

He suddenly looked down for a long time, and a complex emotion flashed across his eyes.

Who will be the person who rescues her?

Could it be that mysterious master outside Luoyang City back then?

What role will she play in this riot in the capital?

So, was her willingness to risk her life to help Xing Qitian and Ji Wuge escape solely for Xing Fuhua's sake? And when did she acquire such martial arts skills?

……

Surrounded by numerous questions, Tuoba Yu increasingly felt that Sikong Jin was simply a mystery, an unfathomable and unsolvable mystery!

Who would have thought that the person who acted so decisively, ruthlessly, and viciously tonight would be that rogue Sikong Jin?

"Your Highness..."

Blackwater, who had been standing behind him, finally couldn't help but speak up.

Tuoba Yu closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and then opened them again. He felt a sense of powerlessness and heaviness because of the sharp and resentful look she had given him. After a while, he said in a calm voice, "Keep a close eye on the movements of the Sikong Mansion. Once Sikong Jin returns to the mansion, inform me immediately."

Such a serious injury, I'm afraid...

Tuoba Yujun's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Hei Shui clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness, King Da Yonglie is outside the door and says he wishes to pay his respects to Your Highness."

"They said that I am not feeling well and it is inconvenient for me to receive guests."

Tuoba Yu waved his sleeve indifferently and coldly uttered these words.

Sensing that his master was in a bad mood, Blackwater didn't dare to say anything more, simply responded and then withdrew...

……

The morning sun shines through the bamboo forest, quietly illuminating a bamboo hut hidden deep within. A winding, secluded stone path meanders beneath the dense bamboo grove, leading straight to the quiet hut. A cool morning breeze blows in, carrying rustling sounds from within the bamboo forest, accompanied by clear birdsong.

Sikong Jin slowly awoke from a wave of pain. Opening her eyes, she could see white curtains in the dim light. She struggled to get up, but as soon as she propped herself up, she collapsed back down weakly.

She muttered a low curse, and the unfamiliar surroundings quickly cleared her dazed eyes. Her gaze swept warily around her, and a small, dark figure less than a meter away from the bed unexpectedly came into view.

Purple-Eyed Divine Sable?

Isn't that Emperor Beizun's little beast?

Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow in surprise, the scenes from last night vividly flashing before her eyes—

She remembered that she fought with Liu Zhang and others, and originally planned to kill Xing Yilie directly, but Tuoba Yu suddenly appeared halfway. She was outnumbered and fell into the surging river. Then it seemed that Di Beizun saved her.

A look of doubt crossed his eyes. After a moment, a faint glint appeared in his eyes. He looked around again but did not see Di Beizun.

After a moment of silence, Sikong Jin slowly raised his head, meeting the teasing and shifty gaze that Lord Diao had cast at him. That look, in fact, reminded Lord Sikong of a certain word…

What’s it called…

Ah!

Correct!

Obscene!

Lord Sikong shuddered at its gaze, shrinking back and frowning as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "What are you looking at! I am not a female weasel!"

The sable's purple eyes flashed, their light intensifying, revealing a strong sense of mockery.

Lord Sikong frowned, then followed Lord Diao's gaze—

What came into view was her own open bosom, the soft, white flesh almost spilling out. The thin blanket that had covered her had slipped down to her chest, and it seemed she was only wearing a loose undergarment...

Such a sensual sight caused Lord Sikong's eyes to widen instinctively. He was about to praise the woman's fair and alluring skin when his mind suddenly exploded—

When did she become like this?

She remembered that she never dared to take off her corset!

A surge of heat rushed to her head, she shuddered, and her hand trembled as she reached under the covers!

Sure enough, her fingertips touched her own smooth thigh, and at that moment, she...

Disheveled hair!

Lady Sikong felt a chill run down her spine. She was certain that she was only wearing a large undergarment under the covers, with nothing underneath.

She felt she should be like all the heroines in TV shows or novels: immediately jump up and scream, then find the man who ripped her clothes off and give him a good scolding, then tell him with great pride that she didn't need to take responsibility and that it was all just a coincidence...