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

The ten men rode their horses across the willow-lined street and soon arrived at the gate of the Jinghou Mansion.

"My lord, I never imagined that in this godforsaken place, the Marquis Jing's mansion would be so magnificent. I have reason to suspect that Marquis Jing Jing is involved in embezzlement!"

Zhu, the chief strategist, cautiously scanned the magnificent mansion ahead with his small, beady eyes, then leaned closer and whispered a warning to Sikong Jin.

"You always have to be on high alert, yet you slack off. Don't you know Jing Jing's wife is a shrewd and wealthy businesswoman? Otherwise, do you think Jing Su's wife would be so rich? She's a true second-generation rich kid!"

"Sir, what is a 'second-generation rich kid'?"

The fat man turned to look at Sikong Jin, puzzled. Lately, he felt that the adults were speaking with increasing depth, and they would occasionally come up with a new word that left them confused.

Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow, looking at the fat man with a half-smile. “‘Rich second generation’ means that his parents are very rich, so he can enjoy the fruits of their labor. The same logic can be extended to this. For example, you, Fatty, are the son of an official. Your father is a general who protects the country, so you can be directly parachuted into my side as my chief strategist.”

"Sir, you're only doing this because of your father's connections..."

Sikong Jin reined in his horse and looked up at the luxurious and grand mansion in front of him. A long red carpet had been laid out in front of the gate, and the two sides were decorated with red silk and various flowers. The steward and servants were standing in front of the gate, smiling as they received gifts from the guests. Guests came and went in an endless stream, and the mansion was bustling with activity.

Seeing this scene, Sikong Jin suddenly recalled her time in the capital. The Sikong Mansion often boasted such grandeur. The Sikong family was one of the four great families of the Dayong Dynasty, and her father, Sikong Qi, commanded a large army. Back then, they... Thinking of their current destitution, her mother Su Yue and younger brother Sikong Mo under house arrest in the Sikong Mansion, Sikong Jin felt a pang of sadness and was filled with emotion. This was reality, and now, thinking back, it all felt like a dream...

Naturally, what she was thinking at this moment was probably the same thought that Sikong Jin had had back then. Although she was gone, the memories she left behind were deeply imprinted in Nan Chen 002's mind.

"My lord, please dismount!"

Sikong Jin was jolted awake by the fat man's urging voice.

"dismount!"

Sikong Jin dismounted swiftly, grabbed his whip, and strode toward the Marquis Jing's residence.

"Oh my, it's Lord Sikong!"

Just as they reached the door, a slightly overweight, smiling man in his sixties hurried towards them. From his silhouette, one could tell that he was Jing Su's father.

"Wishing Lord Jinghou boundless happiness and longevity!"

Sikong Jin smiled and greeted him warmly, waving to the fat man behind her to present the gift.

"Haha, Lord Sikong, you're too kind. Come, come, please come inside!"

……

The group followed the beautiful maids into the reception room, which was luxurious and already full of guests. The banquet was ready, and the maids who were serving wine and dishes among the guests were all beautiful as clouds. The fragrance of wine mixed with the aroma of wine flowed and permeated the air, which was intoxicating!

Sikong Jin was seated at the first table on the left. He had barely sat down for half a cup of tea when the banquet began. After a passionate speech by Lord Jing Jing, the banquet commenced. The sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, permeating the fragrant aroma of wine. Candlelight slanted across the room, and singing girls in vibrant feathered dresses danced gracefully, their figures swaying with captivating charm…

Sikong Jin leaned back in her soft chair, holding a glass of wine that a maid had just filled. She took a small, enjoyable sip, her eyes filled with admiration as she watched the graceful woman displaying her dance moves. Beside her stood the fat man…

"Sir, this crispy chicken is quite good. If we can't finish it, we can pack it up."

"My lord, this wine is truly excellent. I would guess it's at least an eighty-year-old top-quality wine... and this luminous cup..."

The fat man ate heartily without any restraint, offering his comments on the food and drinks without hesitation, which made Sikong Jin unable to resist kicking him. "Fatty! Your image! The way you're acting makes people think we're bumpkins!"

"My lord, didn't you only ask your subordinates to work together because you felt it was a pity to give away the gifts you sent out? If I don't work harder, how can I be worthy of the generous gifts you sent out?"

Sikong Jin, "..."

She smiled wryly and had no choice but to look away. Just as she was about to continue looking at the beautiful women in the room, she suddenly sensed that a pair of eyes were watching her!

Suddenly looking up, following the gaze directed at him, he saw Tuoba Yu leaning back and drinking leisurely across from him.

In the hazy, dreamlike light, he was dressed in an ice-blue robe, elegant and refined, a faint smile curving his slightly seductive lips, his deep eyes gleaming with a hidden light, gazing at her with a half-smile...

A beautiful woman under a peach tree...

Peach Blossom Beauty...

It was him!

Sikong Jin was surprised, wondering who this fellow was. It was clear that Lord Jinghou seemed quite enthusiastic about him.

Sikong Jin lowered her eyes imperceptibly, pretending not to see anything...

The look in Tuoba Yu's eyes was quite strange. After drinking half a pot of wine, Sikong Jin and the fat man were half full. The banquet was still going on. Sikong Jin got up and asked the maid about the location of Dongqing. At this moment, a maid came to deliver a message.

"Lord Sikong, my young lady requests your presence!"

At the corner of the corridor, a beautiful maid blocked Sikong Jin's path.

Slightly tipsy, Sikong Jin raised his slightly hazy eyes, looking surprised. "Your young lady? What does your young lady want with me?"

The maid bowed with a smile, "Lord Sikong, my young lady says she has something to discuss with you and asks you to come with me immediately."

“I see… Very well, since Miss has something to discuss with me, then I will make the trip. But may I also visit Dongqing’s place? I…”

Sikong Jin smiled apologetically, his gentle and polite demeanor making him appear like an elegant young nobleman. The maid was momentarily taken aback, but she readily agreed, "Very well, then this servant will wait here for you, sir."

……

Passing through the long corridor under the silent daylight, Sikong Jin moved swiftly like a ghost, heading straight for the door. She had nothing to say to that woman, Jing Su.

Just as we were about to walk out of the corridor, who knew—

'Whoosh! '

A cold wind swept in from the front, and a flash of blue light suddenly appeared before her eyes, like the aurora borealis suddenly brushing across the sky. The gauze curtains under the eaves fluttered and swayed in the wind. Sikong Jin suddenly stopped in her tracks, looked up, and saw a person standing less than three zhang away...

"The banquet isn't over yet, where is Lord Sikong headed?"

The man standing in the cool breeze was elegant and radiant, as noble and dazzling as the bright moon hanging in the sky. His blue robe fluttered like a dance, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a smile as beautiful as a rainbow.

"A beauty in full bloom!" Sikong Jin exclaimed in surprise.

"You wouldn't believe it, Lord Sikong, that we meet again!"