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

It was quite late at night, and the mansion was quiet under the cold moonlight.

After many days of hard work, Sikong Jin seemed a little tired and exhausted. She had just had a few drinks with Meng Benbo and the others, so she went straight to her room.

……

'Bah! '

Sikong Jin turned and closed the door, walking towards the bed. Just as she was about to undress, suddenly—

'puff! '

A flash of white light suddenly illuminated the previously dark room, causing Sikong Jin to pause and instinctively look up—

"Why? Are you willing to come back?"

A soft, alluring voice drifted over, gentle and soft as water.

Sikong Jin stared wide-eyed at the stunningly beautiful woman reclining on her bed, exclaiming in surprise as if she had seen a ghost, and almost jumped up!

"Jing Su! You... how did you get here?"

A captivating smile graced Jing Su's stunning face as she casually toyed with the ends of her hair. Her eyes burned with a fiery intensity, and her crimson lips curled into a seductive smile. "Is there even a question? This young lady was naturally waiting for you here..."

Wait for her?

This mansion is heavily guarded, and it's not easy for ordinary people to get in. What is this woman doing here in the middle of the night?

Sikong Jin's head snapped to attention, and in an instant, a glint of malice flashed in her eyes. She couldn't help but let out a furious roar—

"Damn fatso, what a mess you've made! Tomorrow I'll whip you until you're rotten, squeeze out the oil, and burn you like a lantern! How dare you betray me! You've got some nerve! Tomorrow I'll execute you!"

Jing Su curled her lips into a half-smile as she looked at the indignant Sikong Jin. "Little brother Sikong, this can't be called betrayal. I did solve your immediate problem, didn't I?"

Sikong Jin frowned, his face darkening, his eyes gleaming, and he muttered in dissatisfaction, "You fatso, you've sold me off cheaply! I'm worth at least three to five years' worth of provisions for the entire army, and you, you spendthrift fatso, only asked for three months' worth? You idiot, just wait and see how I deal with you!"

Although she wanted to turn and run immediately, Lady Sikong held on. She took a breath, raised her head, and smiled sincerely and genuinely. "Ah? This matter? Fatty just mentioned it to me. I was just thinking of paying a visit to express my gratitude in a few days! Miss Jing Su is intelligent, kind, righteous, and of noble character. She not only possesses the elegance and grace of a noblewoman but also the magnanimity of a great lady. Her generosity in helping my garrison soldiers is truly admirable. May Heaven bless you with eternal health and beauty..."

"Enough! Sikong Jin! Don't try to fool me! What have you thought about that matter?"

Jing Suwei straightened up, a cold look appearing on her beautiful face as she stared intently at Sikong Jin.

"That matter?" Sikong Jin looked at Jing Su with a blank expression and asked in confusion, "What matter? Did I promise Miss Jing Su anything?"

"Sikong Jin, stop trying to fool me! You promised to tell me where that person is last time, otherwise, I wouldn't mind taking you in, since you did accept my offer back then!"

Jing Su raised the corners of her mouth and smiled faintly.

Sikong Jin clutched her chest, instinctively taking a step back, a slight blush creeping onto her face. She smiled innocently, "Miss Jing Su, please don't do this, okay? My story doesn't count. I'm only thirteen this year, my birthday is in the fall, I haven't even fully grown up yet..."

"You're only thirteen this year? Do you think I'm stupid? I remember you just celebrated your sixteenth birthday at Wanchun Tower last month! And your seventeenth birthday at Xinghua Tower the month before that!"

"I'm really only thirteen! Wasn't that just to extort money from Ji Wuge and Meng Benbo? Who told them to be so stingy?"

"Hmph, if you're only thirteen, then I'm eighteen every year! One word: tell me or not?"

Jing Su stood up, flicked her water sleeves, and walked towards Sikong Jin.

"Alas, Miss Jing Su, let me tell you the truth. Ji Wuge already has a fiancée, and he has some bad habits. He grinds his teeth in his sleep, farts frequently, doesn't wash his underwear for half a month, and has body odor. He is really not worthy of such a noble and beautiful Miss Jing Su, and..."

Jing Su interrupted angrily, "I don't care if he's grinding his teeth and farting or if he has a fiancée who's courting death! That bastard was corrupted by some little bastard and actually stole my hard-earned calligraphy by Young Master Fenglan. It wouldn't be an exaggeration for me to kill him!"

"What? Is that really true?" Sikong Jin ignored the words "little bastard" and glared indignantly, shouting, "Ji Wuge is such a bastard, he has no class!"

That's incredibly tasteless! Young Master Fenglan's calligraphy sells for astronomical prices, and this guy won't even give him half? And Sikong Jin has always considered him a good friend!

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"Young Master Fenglan? You mean Young Master Fenglan?"

Sikong Jin was taken aback and stared intently at Jing Su.

Jing Su glanced at him, a captivating smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face. She said gently, "Of course it's Young Master Fenglan, the Lord of Fengyun Pavilion. Not only is his talent unparalleled, but he's also a legend in the martial arts world. He's as handsome as a god... You don't know, he is..."

"Good-looking? Are you as good-looking as me?"

Sikong Jin frowned and touched her chin.

"Get lost! You're not even in the same league!"

A cool breeze swept by, and Sikong Jin felt a flash of red light before her eyes. Then, a bright red invitation suddenly appeared in her arms.

"Tomorrow is my father's sixtieth birthday. If you dare not come, you just wait! We'll have a good talk then!"

As soon as the voice faded, the alluring, fiery red figure floated out the door.

Sikong Jin paused thoughtfully for a moment, then shrugged, glanced at the invitation in her hand, turned to look in the direction Jing Su had left, and couldn't help but sigh, "People, living a simple life is truly a blessing."

……

The following evening, Sikong Jin went to the Jinghou Mansion for a banquet with an invitation from the Jinghou Mansion. He was accompanied by the chief strategist Zhu Si and eight guards.

Malan City is the territory of the Sikong family. Although it is not as strategically important as Hangu City, it is still a city. Sikong Jin was sent by the Sikong family to garrison Malan City. In a sense, he is the highest military commander of Malan City and has some status in the city. Therefore, for banquets like today, invitations are usually sent to his residence.

The chief strategist Zhu Si, his face contorted with grief, almost wept as he pleaded with Sikong Jin beside him, “My lord, I know I was wrong… I will never dare to do it again… My lord is wise and mighty, dashing and handsome beyond compare, worth a fortune. You are worth far more than three months’ worth of provisions for my ten thousand troops. I know I was wrong. Next time, I will ask that wretched woman Jing Su for more. My lord, please have mercy and don’t send me to the Lingxi Pass. Let Meng Benbo go instead; he’s thick-skinned and can withstand it…”

Sikong Jin shrugged, helplessly saying, "Oh dear, strategist Zhu, you must know that you were the one who unfortunately lost in the lottery among the three of you. I always value fairness, impartiality, and strictness. How could I let you off the hook? Wouldn't that be asking me to abuse my power? You're putting me in a very difficult position, you know? You don't know how difficult that woman Ruhua is to deal with. If she follows up with Feng Jianjian, she'll report me..."

fair?

just?

fart!

Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!

If you hadn't informed them beforehand, how could they have possibly won? He secretly asked the scribe, and all three papers had "go" written on them! Otherwise, why would Meng Benbo jump up and say he didn't need to go before the papers were even unfolded? You know how terrible Meng Benbo's acting is, don't you?

"My lord, I am deeply saddened... You have all ganged up on me..."