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

As dusk falls, the setting sun, like blood, hangs obliquely over the mountaintop, its soft rays pouring down. In the cool evening breeze, the surface of the Shenglan River ripples gently, swirling up countless shimmering golden lights.

A luxurious and grand ship sailed downstream from the dock of the Dayong Imperial City, slowly heading towards one end of the Shenglan River. The gentle lapping of the water broke the tranquility of the Shenglan River.

In a simple yet elegant room on the ship, someone is standing by the window, enjoying the gentle river breeze and looking up at the warm sunset over the river.

The man was dressed in a snow-white robe, his hair tied up with a black jade hairpin, and he wore a light fur coat and a loose belt. He was elegant and aloof, and his handsome face, which was cold and beautiful, was shrouded in the warm afterglow. He exuded a tranquil, distant and unattainable aura, but his indescribable aura of ruling the world could not be concealed.

He stood by the window, his long, slender, white fingers tapping lightly on the window frame. Behind him, a small, jet-black ferret with purple eyes sat on a stool.

The little ferret sat quietly on the stool, its eyes wide open, watching its master's desolate and lonely figure. Occasionally, it would turn its head to look at the doorway, its purple eyes changing from expectation to a faint disappointment.

As the sun slowly set and the sunlight in front of the window gradually faded, a faint and familiar scent suddenly wafted in the evening breeze. A clear and desolate zither melody drifted over. Di Beizun lowered his gaze slightly and looked in the direction of the sound, where he saw a man in black clothes and a bamboo hat playing the zither in the pavilion on the shore.

The desolate sound of the zither carried a faint warmth; it was the very piece she had played for him that day, and it was beautiful.

Suddenly, Lord Diao sat up, a glint of light flashing in his purple eyes. He stared intently at Di Beizun's profile, only to find that in the brilliant afterglow of the setting sun, his master's profile was slowly softening.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Di Beizun frowned, remained silent for a long time, and then replied in a low voice, "Come in."

Feng Yang gently pushed open the door and went in, carrying a large bouquet of violet zinnias, the bouquet was very well wrapped.

He walked over slowly and quietly, stopping behind Di Beizun. He spoke cautiously, "Your Highness, Lord Sikong sent you a bouquet of flowers through a messenger."

As he spoke, Feng Yang looked down at the large bouquet of flowers in his arms, finding Lord Sikong's farewell manner utterly perplexing—

Who sends flowers as a farewell gift?

Moreover, this was the first time he had ever seen such decorations. It was very special. For the first time, Feng Yang found it surprising that so many flowers could be tied together so harmoniously and beautifully. He was quite taken aback when the person who delivered them brought them over.

Di Beizun turned around, his deep gaze falling lightly on the bouquet in Feng Yang's arms. His eyes paused for a moment, then after a moment of contemplation, a strange look appeared on his alluring face. He reached out and took the bouquet, picking up the purple card among the flowers. On it, Sikong Jin's blessing and signature were written in a flamboyant style.

Wishing you happiness!

These few words caused Di Beizun to momentarily lose his composure. Amidst the melodious and soothing sound of the zither, he raised his head and gazed at the small black figure sitting quietly in the pavilion where a cool breeze wafted.

After a long while, his expression became somewhat unsettled. He glanced indifferently at the bouquet in his arms, thought for a moment, sighed, but seemed to have made a decision in his eyes. Finally, he said in a low voice, "Bring the boat to shore."

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Before long, the faint sound of the zither became clearer, and in the warm glow of the setting sun, the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire's ship slowly docked.

A cool breeze kept blowing his snow-white robes. Stepping on the fallen petals, Di Beizun walked indifferently up the steps of the pavilion, but stopped after only a few steps.

Sensing the approaching presence behind her, Sikong Jin abruptly stopped playing the zither, and a moment of silence fell over the pavilion. The two remained silent for a long time without uttering a sound.

After a long while, Di Beizun took a few steps forward and stopped behind her. He slowly raised his gaze to the high sky and flowing clouds, and said in a deep and emotional voice, "Aren't you usually quite talkative? You haven't said a word for a long time."

Sikong Jin gently pressed her fingers on the strings of the zither, sighed, and slowly began to speak, "The first time I met you was in Luoyang. I still remember it. You knocked me out of the window with a single blow, and I fled in a sorry state. You even took away my Hilton supplementary card. I secretly vowed then and there that I would teach you a lesson. But in many of our subsequent encounters, I was the one who suffered the loss, and you even helped me out many times. Sometimes I think about it, and having a friend like you is really quite nice."

"It's a pity that such friends are all there to clean up your messes." Di Beizun smiled calmly, a hint of sincerity and gentleness flashing in his deep eyes, unlike his usual nonchalant demeanor. "I didn't gain much advantage from being in your hands. For that alone, I should appreciate you."

"To be honest, you are the first person to make me feel really frustrated, but I feel lucky that at least I was able to see my own abilities."

Sikong Jin kept her back to Di Beizun. The river breeze kept blowing the veil under her hat, and her clear, star-like eyes appeared even clearer and more transparent in the sunset. "I'm afraid we may never see each other again after this farewell. Please take care of yourself. I believe we will meet again. I hope that by then, neither of us will be burdened with families. I can hardly bear the fact that I am getting old."

Di Beizun withdrew his gaze, looked down at her with an unfathomable depth in his eyes, and said, "Do you really think we'll ever see each other again?"

Sikong Jin nodded slightly, "Who knows, when you besiege the city in the future, it might be me leading the troops out of the city to resist."

A faint smile appeared on Di Beizun's lips as he sighed self-deprecatingly, "I am very happy to know you. Think twice before you act in the future. In these chaotic times, only by protecting yourself can you help others. The officialdom is full of ups and downs, and the world is full of storms. Sikong Jin, you are still very young and very talented, but you must remember that you cannot stand firm without being ruthless."

"The ups and downs of officialdom, the turmoil of the martial world..."

Sikong Jin murmured, "Immersed in worldly affairs, all you do is worry about these trivial matters. Oh, by the way, I heard from Lord Feng Yang that your Great Zhou officials all hope you will ascend the throne and take concubines. You're not really going to ascend the throne this time, are you? Your father isn't dead, is he? Oh, no, I mean your father, the Emperor, hasn't passed away yet, has he? I've heard that the beauties of your Great Zhou are all the gentle and delicate type, is that right?"

"Di Beizun, let me tell you, someone like you can't find a gentle and weak woman. Trust me, that kind of woman has no personality... Hmm? Jade pendant?"