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

Emperor Beizun frowned slightly but did not answer.

"Come, let's celebrate our eternal alliance of sharing the same fate!"

Sikong Jin picked up his wine cup and spoke with great gusto.

She didn't care what Di Beizun was thinking. Anyway, she wasn't going to turn down the benefits she had now. As for the future, that was a matter for the future. Who knew if she would actually fulfill her promises then?

Lord Sikong thought that people like Di Beizun could be tricked as often as possible.

Emperor Beizun, showing respect, raised his wine cup, and the two of them drank the wine in their bowls heartily.

Sikong Jin seemed determined to drink until she dropped, downing several bowls in a row...

Before long, the shop owner brought over several more jars...

The Daughter's Red wine here is excellent, with a very high purity. Even the notoriously heavy-drinking Master Sikong felt a little dizzy after consuming several bowls in one go.

"Emperor Beizun, you know what? I like working with people like you. Not only are you good-looking, but you are also intelligent. You are not a terrible teammate. We can agree on many issues."

Sikong Jin put down the bowl in her hand, a hint of melancholy suddenly appearing in her clear eyes, filled with distant reminiscence. Her tone inexplicably turned wistful as she sighed, "Seeing you often reminds me of A-Xing. When I first partnered with her, neither of us wanted to suffer a loss..."

"When I first arrived in this godforsaken place, all I thought about was how to get back... It was the first time I felt so clearly lonely and isolated, and it was also the first time I felt so helpless..."

Di Beizun remained silent, listening quietly with his deep gaze fixed on the vast sky outside the window. He only looked away when he felt his sleeve being tugged. Seeing that Sikong Jin's bowl was empty, he thought for a moment, then picked up the wine jar and refilled it for her.

Sikong Jin accepted the entire order without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, she had finished several bowls.

"Drink up, why aren't you drinking? Eat some vegetables..."

Lord Sikong picked up his chopsticks, his eyes slightly glazed, and poured wine for Emperor Beizun in a daze.

Di Beizun watched as she filled the wine bowl in front of him. He raised his gaze and it fell on her beautiful and feminine face. A strange gentleness slowly appeared in his usually calm eyes. He reached out and caught the wine jar.

"You drank too much."

His deep, husky voice, though profound, possessed an irresistible allure to Lord Sikong.

Shaking his head, Lord Sikong lowered his head and took another sip. "No, this little bit won't make me drunk. You know my drinking capacity. The two of us can drink seven or eight jars, don't you remember?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Beizun shifted his gaze to the empty wine jars lying on the ground to the side. There were at least six or seven empty jars scattered all over the ground, but he hadn't drunk much tonight; most of the wine had ended up in Lord Sikong's stomach.

'Bah! '

Lord Sikong simply threw down the bowl in his hand, grabbed the wine jar, took a big gulp, and then handed it to Di Beizun, saying, "Drink up, brother. You're going back soon, and who knows when we'll meet again. Cherish this moment!"

"I don't seem to be in a good mood since I left you."

Di Beizun took the wine, poured himself a sip with elegance, and casually asked a question.

"Of course, if you leave, who can...make things convenient for me? You know that the Emperor of Dayong and Sikong Shu are like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing me...Why don't you think of a way to get the Emperor of Dayong to...transfer me out of town? It's not...anything difficult for you."

Sikong Jin hiccuped, opened her dazed eyes, shook her head, and tried to stay awake.

"Didn't you already believe that I would lend a hand?"

Di Beizun gazed calmly at Sikong Jin, a faint smile playing on his cold, beautiful face. It was a rare occasion for him to exchange the best dishes in front of him for Lord Sikong, and his tone lacked its usual aloofness.

"It's not a certainty...we, we're now allies..."

Lord Sikong waved his index finger in front of Emperor Beizun, "You are too cunning. If I... don't speak up for you, I might suffer in the future... I, Sikong Jin... can eat anything, but I can't... can't... suffer a loss..."

"Are you saying that I am wise and intelligent?"

"No... then tell me when you... knew about me, knew I was a woman..."

"It seems you've been holding a grudge about this all along?"

A perfect smile curved Di Beizun's lips, while Sikong Jin, unable to answer his question, slumped drunkenly onto the table and fell asleep...

Silently watching Sikong Jin, who was fast asleep on the table, Di Beizun remained motionless for a long time. His gaze then shifted and landed on Sikong Jin's slender hand clutching his sleeve...

Without pulling Sikong Jin's hand away, he poured himself a drink after a long while, sipping it calmly. He slowly closed his eyes in silence, then opened his deep gaze, pondered for a moment, and murmured, "Sikong Jin... perhaps I should also believe in fate..."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine and drank it down bowl after bowl.

Sikong Jin coughed a few times, her sleep restless. She grabbed something and pulled it tightly into her arms with great force, almost causing Di Beizun to fall over...

When Feng Yang and his guards arrived at the tavern, this was the scene they found—

Lord Sikong was holding their prince's hands in his arms, fast asleep against Emperor Beizun, completely disregarding his image, while their prince was resting with one hand on his forehead, leaning against the window with his eyes closed.

Wine jars were scattered all over the ground, and the table was also littered with cups and plates.

"Your Highness!"

Feng Yang stepped forward slowly and cautiously, calling out to them.

Di Beizun opened his eyes and subconsciously glanced at Sikong Jin beside him.

"Your Highness, everything has been arranged. You and Lord Sikong can enter the city immediately."

Feng Yang said in a low voice.

Where is General Su?

Slowly standing up and tidying his slightly disheveled sleeves, Di Beizun asked calmly, his deep eyes showing a hint of bewilderment, yet unable to conceal his cold sharpness and profoundness.

"General Su has already entered the city."

Feng Yang hesitated, glancing at the drunken Sikong Jin. "But, right now, Lord Sikong..."

Di Beizun remained silent. Feng Yang glanced at him secretly and was about to step forward to pick up Sikong Jin when a large hand beat him to it, lifting Sikong Jin up and striding outside.