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

“Your Highness, the horrors of the battlefield are far greater than you can imagine. If you truly wish to help us, you can find another way, but you must never lightly attempt this bloody path. You don’t even know if you will return after going to this battlefield. You are a noble princess; such a world does not belong to you.”

Ji Wuge said decisively.

Come to think of it, how could he say such things to a pure and kind-hearted woman from a wealthy family?

How could they understand what terrible things might have happened in the Zhongzhou Conference Hall that day if Sikong Jin hadn't intervened?

How could they possibly understand the cruelty of the battlefield?

Even a great figure like Commander-in-Chief Sikong Qi didn't die a gruesome death in the end, did he?

They were facing the formidable army of the Liao Dynasty...

Ji Wuge sighed, and could only offer words of comfort in the end, "Trust Ajin, Your Highness! He has always been a miracle! It's late, get some rest, we still have a long journey ahead tomorrow!"

Leaving behind these words, without waiting for Xing Fuhua's reply, Ji Wuge silently turned around and walked towards the door.

Chapter 89 While Tang Jingyao and others were still struggling in dire straits, a peaceful and tranquil bamboo hut deep within a bamboo forest outside the capital of Dayong remained undisturbed.

Lady Sikong felt that life was very difficult. There was no happiness to be had in living with such an oddball as Di Beizun. His countless flaws were exposed to her in a blatant way.

For example, he is a germaphobe; if she accidentally touches him with a little dirt on her hand, he will change his clothes.

For example, when he plays the zither, no one is allowed to approach within a radius of ten feet, otherwise his music will turn into sharp blades to attack you, enough to give you a hard time.

He's not talkative; she might say ten sentences before he replies with just one.

She seemed somewhat aloof by nature. Aside from seeing him practice martial arts and play the piano, he would usually be reading, painting, or practicing calligraphy, rarely paying any attention to her.

Because his health has not fully recovered and the situation in the city is still unstable, Lord Sikong has to remain patient and stay put.

"Emperor Beizun, your calligraphy is already good enough, so don't practice anymore. Come and play chess with me."

Outside the bamboo hut's corridor, Sikong Jin set up a chessboard and addressed Di Beizun, who was wielding his brush and ink nearby.

A refreshing breeze wafted through the bamboo grove, causing the two figures' robes to flutter. A faint aroma of tea filled the air, and soft sunlight shone on the nearby steps, casting a soft halo that created a dreamlike effect.

Di Beizun, who was writing with great enthusiasm, seemed not to hear Sikong Jin's voice. He didn't even lift his eyelids. After a while, he straightened up slightly.

"A person's chess etiquette can reveal their character."

Di Beizun's deep, calm voice rang out, "Can your chess skills put my mind at ease?"

The meaning is obvious: Lady Sikong has terrible sportsmanship. In every game she plays against Emperor Beizun, she can take back her moves countless times, and when she loses, she gets angry and berates him.

"Nonsense! It's just playing chess, what kind of character can you tell from it? Some people say that chess is like life, but that's all nonsense! It's just a form of entertainment. I'm not very good at chess, but if I were to meet those chess masters, they probably wouldn't be able to take a single blow from me. I've noticed that people from the Fengyun Continent don't seem to care about the spirit of seeking truth from facts at all."

Lord Sikong didn't take it seriously. He poured himself a cup of tea, drank it, and said, "On such a pleasant afternoon, wouldn't it be nice to play a game of chess? At worst, we can just pay if we lose."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Sikong Jin's face, a smile that seemed to carry a hint of desolation and chill. She casually picked up an empty cup and poured tea into it.

Di Beizun raised his eyes and glanced at her, pondered for a moment, and then put down his pen.

Sikong Jin smiled calmly, her usual carefree attitude gone, replaced by a serene and distant air as she leisurely set up the chessboard.

"The capital of Dayong is a place of trouble and should not be lingered in. There are no secrets that last forever."

Di Beizun picked up a chess piece and leisurely placed it on the chessboard, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Although Xing Qitian can escape and can be your help when necessary, all of this is based on your status as the consort of the Ninth Princess of your Dayong."

Di Beizun pointed out the most serious problem facing Sikong Jin.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin was also taken aback—

She had considered this matter. Once her identity was revealed, not only would she be able to protect Sikong Mo and Su Yue, but she herself would also face certain death.

The people of the Sikong Mansion, the Emperor of Dayong, and even Xingqi Tian and Xing Fuhua might resent her because of this. Such a dangerous situation is too terrible, so she must not reveal it. At least until she has the ability to protect herself, she must not let them know that she is not "him"!

She didn't deny that she had some ulterior motive in using delaying tactics against Xing Fuhua, but she always felt indebted to Xing Fuhua, so...

If Xing Fuhua were to learn the truth about all of this, what should she do?

Sikong Jin's fair and beautiful face suddenly became complicated. She stopped holding the teacup, lowered her eyes, and pondered for a long time before saying softly, "Things have come to this, let's take it one step at a time. I suppose my luck shouldn't be too bad. I just need some time."

At this point, Sikong Jin's long, slender fingers suddenly began to twitch restlessly around the teacup. The scalding tea overflowed slightly, wetting her fingertips without her noticing. She straightened up, turned her head somewhat forlornly to look at the bamboo grove swaying in the wind outside the corridor, and suddenly murmured, "In such chaotic times, there are many who drift with the tide. But if you have a heart and a belief, you cannot be swept away by the current. Many times, if you grit your teeth and persevere, you will get through it."

"You are quite bold and optimistic." Di Beizun suddenly stopped holding the chess piece, his deep and calm gaze falling quietly on Sikong Jin's face, his eyes sharp enough to see through everything. "I'm afraid that even if you have such a mindset, the reality will inevitably make you feel frustrated. You probably know the general purpose of my mission to Dayong this time."

Emperor Beizun paused, took a sip of tea, and then calmly continued, "The iron cavalry of the Great Zhou will one day break through the Sacred Lan Mountain Pass and besiege the city. You don't seem to have much affection for the Great Yong Dynasty. I sincerely invite you to join my Great Zhou and become a great contributor to the Great Zhou's eternal imperial cause. What do you say?"

Sikong Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly seeing the sincerity in Di Beizun's eyes. However, she smiled coldly, a cool breeze blowing across her pale face, and her smile suddenly turned somewhat desolate. "To become a great contributor to the eternal imperial cause of the Great Zhou? Your Highness, should I be happy that I, Sikong Jin, have received such a sincere invitation from Your Highness? Your Highness, are you trying to make me, Sikong Jin, betray the Great Yong, become a traitor to the Great Yong, and a sinner for all time?"