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

Emperor Beizun disagreed, “As far as I know, the Emperor of Dayong is suspicious and calculating by nature. Even if I take control of the military power held by Xing Qitian, he will still be uneasy if Xing Qitian does not die. You yourself know that Xing Qitian has a high reputation in Dayong and is deeply loved by the people. Xing Yilie and Xing Yiming are incompetent. You should also know the reasons behind this.”

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin felt a sharp pain in her head. She raised her hand to rub her temples, took a sip of tea with a sullen expression, and felt a slight sinking feeling in her heart.

Yes, the answer is obvious.

As Xingqitian's power grew, he won many battles in the Hangu Wangzhou region and his prestige among the people increased, which posed a great threat to Emperor Dayong!

"Besides, didn't you also disregard the Sikong family? After your father died on the battlefield, Sikong Shu didn't seem to have any feelings for you. So, do you still think there's any sense of kinship within the royal family?"

Di Beizun looked at Sikong Jin, a cold expression on his beautiful face, and boundless silence in the depths of his dark eyes.

Sikong Jin was taken aback, but did not object to his words.

He was right.

Now, the only things she cares about in the Sikong Manor are Su Yue and Sikong Mo. If she could break free from the Sikong Manor's control, she wouldn't feel anything about its rise and fall. However, after this incident, perhaps...

As if in response to her thoughts, Di Beizun's voice rang out, "Sikong Shu has placed your mother, Su Yue, under house arrest under the guise of protection, and has sent people everywhere to search for your whereabouts..."

"On what grounds does he detain my mother? He knows nothing about the Shenglan River."

"in case."

……

Under the command of several thousand iron cavalry led by Berger, Yukichi Tenki and others joined forces with Yukichi Tenki's troops. They engaged in a skirmish at Wusu City with the troops that the Dayong Emperor had withdrawn from the north. The skirmish lasted for nearly three days before the Dayong Emperor suddenly ordered the withdrawal of the withdrawing troops, thus avoiding a major battle.

Tonight, in Wusu City, a thousand miles away from the capital of Dayong, the bright moon hangs high, its light as clear as water. A refreshing breeze blows in through the window, lifting the pale blue hem of the beautiful woman standing there.

Xing Fuhua reached out and pushed open the half-closed window. The quiet moonlight immediately enveloped her, and a faint sense of melancholy lingered in the air.

She still had the cloak that Sikong Jin had draped over her shoulders that day. She pulled the cloak tighter around her and gazed at the bright moon in the night sky, lost in thought.

"It's very late, Your Highness. You should rest early, as we need to travel early tomorrow morning."

Suddenly, Ji Wuge's polite and concerned voice came from behind.

Xing Fuhua was taken aback, abruptly withdrew her gaze, and slowly turned around. She saw Ji Wuge standing behind her, and forced a wistful smile onto her face. She said softly, "General Ji, haven't you rested yet? You've finished talking with my father, haven't you?"

Ji Wuge stepped over, glanced at the moonlight outside the window, and said calmly, "Well, the lord has decided to ride at full speed tomorrow morning to return to Hangu City as quickly as possible. The situation there is dire and we can't delay any longer. Now that we have safely broken through the encirclement, Your Highness, you must have had a hard time these past few days."

Upon hearing this, Xing Fuhua suddenly shook her head, a faint glint appearing in her clear eyes, a mixture of worry and sadness. She gave a bitter smile, "Compared to the torment you endure year after year, this little hardship is nothing. There's someone who's persevering even more, and I'm really worried about him. Do you think something might have happened to him? None of the spies we sent out have sent back any news..."

Ji Wuge naturally understood who Xing Fuhua was referring to, and his expression darkened, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

If Sikong Jin hadn't intervened that day, they probably would have fought to the death. Moreover, what has always puzzled him is that, judging from the situation at the time, the appearance of the Crown Prince's entourage at the city gate was definitely not just a simple coincidence. Could it be that he was the one who had someone helping him, as Sikong Jin had mentioned?

Also, who was the person in the black veil and straw hat who suddenly appeared on the banks of the Shenglan River to save them?

That man's martial arts skills are truly unfathomable. I imagine even he might not be a match for him!

Could it be another accomplice secretly sent by Sikong Jin?

How did he manage to get someone with such high martial arts skills to agree to help?

Many questions remained unanswered, leaving even Kosaki Ten deeply puzzled.

……

"Ajin is very clever, he'll be fine."

After a long while, Ji Wuge finally offered this word of comfort.

Xing Fuhua sighed sadly and said helplessly, "These past years have really been hard on Brother Jin. I thought I could do something for him, but in the end, I still relied on his protection. I was able to escape this time thanks to him. His shoulders are so thin, yet he has to bear so much..."

Her words carried a faint pity and self-reproach. Xing Fuhua blinked her slightly hot eyes and gently braced her hands against the window frame. "Sometimes I really wish he were an irresponsible person, at least he could stay quietly by my side and not have to care about any responsibilities, family feuds, or national hatred."

Ji Wuge remained silent, glancing at Xing Fuhua with a complicated expression. After a long while, she replied, "Your Highness, I'm afraid that Sikong Jin is no longer the Sikong Jin you deeply love. If Your Highness truly cherishes A-Jin, then please take care of yourself for his sake."

“I know, I want to help him… General Ji, I don’t want to stay behind him and be someone he worries about. I… I don’t want to be someone who needs protection, but become his and my father’s Achilles’ heel… Can you help me?”

Xing Fuhua suddenly looked at Ji Wuge with hope, and her hands, which were bracing against the window frame, suddenly clenched.

It naturally took great courage to say these words, especially for a woman of Xing Fuhua's unparalleled talent and beauty, who should have been looking down on the world, yet now...

Ji Wuge suddenly didn't know how to answer...

"General Ji...is it alright? Let me become a great help to him and my father!"

Xing Fuhua's eyes were filled with determination.

“Your Highness, you don’t need to do these things. It is only natural for a man to protect a woman. Ajin has entrusted you to me to protect you, so you can rest assured and trust him.”

"But I..."

“No buts, Your Highness! Such bloody killings are not suitable for you. Even if I agree, Ajin will not agree. Our hands are already stained with blood. You don’t need to get involved anymore. Just be a simple person.”

Ji Wuge rejected the offer with disapproval.

Xing Fuhua was taken aback, and couldn't help but lower her eyes with a touch of melancholy.