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

While still half asleep, Sikong Jin felt uncomfortably jostled all over. As soon as she stepped out of the tavern, a gust of night wind suddenly rushed towards her. She couldn't help but shrink back, and then hugged the large hand that was holding her arm. In the blink of an eye, she was wrapped around Di Beizun like an octopus, holding him tightly.

The strong smell of alcohol wafted over him. Di Beizun frowned as he looked at Sikong Jin and reached out to pull away from her. However, Sikong Jin hugged him tighter and tighter, hanging directly on Di Beizun's body. Di Beizun's usually calm expression cracked in an instant.

"Sikong Jin! Release me!"

Di Beizun spoke in a low voice, his handsome brows furrowed in a knot. No matter how he tried to pull away, Sikong Jin wouldn't let go.

"do what……"

Feeling quite uncomfortable after being disturbed by Emperor Beizun, Lord Sikong finally managed to open his heavy eyelids. His pupils were unfocused, and his eyes were filled with confusion. He looked up at him for a long time, his rose-colored lips slightly parted, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long while.

After a while, Sikong Jin shook her head, staring blankly at Di Beizun's cold and beautiful face, "Hmm? Di Bei...zun...how come you're here?"

Looking down at Sikong Jin clinging to him, Di Beizun couldn't help but sigh, realizing for the first time how patient he was.

"you're drunk."

He said this in a low voice.

"How could that be! I... I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, I'm known as the King of Wine..."

Sikong Jin waved her hands in protest, but without the support of her hands, she almost fell. Fortunately, Di Beizun caught her with quick reflexes.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask me a few high-IQ questions and see if I can answer them."

Upon hearing this, Di Beizun raised his eyebrows in surprise. He certainly wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by. After a moment of silence, he bent down slightly, picked her up, and said in a deep voice, "She said it herself."

Sikong Jin subconsciously reached out and grabbed his collar, nodding blankly, "Of course... I will answer to the best of my knowledge..."

A strange smile played on Di Beizun's lips as he strode forward, asking, "Who is A-Xing?"

"Ah Xing?"

Sikong Jin murmured softly, blinking hard as she looked at Di Beizun, and asked in confusion, "How do you know Ah Xing?"

"Now it is your turn to answer my question."

Emperor Beizun whispered a reminder, "Sikong Jin? Tell me, who is A-Xing?"

As she spoke, she gently shook Sikong Jin, who had already closed her eyes, in her arms.

The dizzy Sikong was not in a good mood. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared at him, "She is my good partner and comrade-in-arms. You would never understand the kind of bond that is inseparable in life and death and that we will never abandon each other."

"Never to leave or forsake?"

Emperor Beizun murmured a few times.

"Yes, we fought side by side for so many years..."

Sikong Jin shook her head, trying to shake off the drowsy feeling. Her hand gripping Di Beizun's collar tightened, and she hiccuped several times. "I can't explain that kind of feeling to you either. Someone as cold-hearted as you... how could you possibly explain it?"

"Do you think I am a cold-hearted person?"

Emperor Beizun suddenly stopped, his gaze darkening slightly. He looked down at Sikong Jin's beautiful face, his expression shifting between light and shadow. "Perhaps I should just throw you into the Shenglan River."

"Huh? Di Beizun... why are you still here? Where's Tang Jingyao? I remember drinking with him just now, did he run away to pee again? That guy always does that. Don't let his gentlemanly and honest appearance fool you, he's actually the most cunning one..."

"Emperor Bei Zun, why aren't you saying anything again?"

"Sikong Jin, do you have a strong prejudice against... me?"

After thinking for a moment, Di Beizun suddenly lowered his voice and asked, then continued walking forward.

"This...who is this 'this lord'? That bastard, Emperor Beizun?"

That thing?

Crown Prince Dibei frowned immediately, clearly displeased with the title.

"That bastard Di Beizun always takes advantage of me and cheats me, and he still acts so arrogant. You don't know how infuriating this kind of man is to me. Let me tell you, if I were to conquer him, I would torture him to death every day. I would ravage him mercilessly, ravage him to death... hiccup!"

"But... Di Beizun, you're so handsome... You're the most handsome man I've ever seen... If you were a little gentler, you'd be the perfect lover..."

As she spoke, her icy fingertips reached out and boldly touched the handsome face of Emperor Beizun, shamelessly fondling him...

Di Beizun was stunned for a moment, looked down at her dazed eyes, and did not stop her. After a long silence, he finally lowered his eyes helplessly.

"Sikong Jinji?"

After walking a long way, Di Beizun suddenly called out softly.

"What are you doing..."

"You... want to become my Crown Princess?"

Di Beizun's voice was very low, drifting in the night wind, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Sikong Jin murmured something, but didn't quite catch what he said...

Receiving no answer for a long time, Di Beizun did not ask again. The night wind kept blowing the clothes of the two of them, and the wind-blown robes scattered the moonlight on the ground. Occasionally, the low murmur of Lord Sikong could be heard in the wind.

Feng Yang and his group, accompanied by their bodyguards, followed closely behind, not daring to approach. Their faces were filled with astonishment and disbelief.

This Lord Sikong certainly has a lot of influence!

His Highness the Crown Prince actually condescended to carry him back.

How could their noble and supreme Crown Prince be willing to serve such a person?

……

Lady Sikong had absolutely no recollection of how she returned to the Crown Prince's residence in the Northern Capital last night. The only thing she remembered was that she had gotten extremely drunk the night before, leaving behind all the helplessness and hardships she had endured. However, when she opened her eyes and came to her senses, all those hardships resurfaced...

Sikong Jin finished washing up with a groggy head, then sat down by the window with a cup of hot tea. A faint fragrance wafted in, and a few wisps of breeze drifted in through the half-open window. Sikong Jin took a sip of tea, then reached out and pushed open the window. Streams of soft sunlight poured in, and suddenly, she heard a faint, clear, and melancholic melody from a zither.

Sikong Jin raised her eyebrows in surprise, thought for a moment, and then went out.

Following the sound of the zither, we passed through winding corridors and found ourselves in a pavilion deep in the courtyard, where Emperor Beizun was indeed playing the zither with elegance and tranquility.

She didn't walk over, but stood in the corridor, leaning leisurely against the stone pillar behind her, listening silently.