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

Before Sikong Jin could finish speaking, Di Beizun interrupted her, suddenly holding a jade pendant in his fingertips and handing it to Sikong Jin.

"Give me?"

"Bring it!"

Sikong Jin's eyes lit up. Of course, she recognized it as the jade pendant she had taken back then. It had ended up in the hands of the Emperor of Dayong, and then he took it back. Judging from his expression, it seemed like he treasured it very much!

Sikong Jin hurriedly stood up and turned slightly, reaching out to grab the jade pendant. However, Di Beizun quickly put it away, glancing at her with narrowed eyes. Sikong Jin's movements were too fast, and she couldn't stop in time, crashing into Di Beizun's arms with a 'whoosh'. Di Beizun reacted quickly enough to grab a stone pillar, preventing the two from tumbling down the steps.

Lord Sikong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn't fallen. He subconsciously looked up to express his gratitude, but as soon as he did, he met Di Beizun's noble, extraordinary, and incomparably handsome face. His chest tightened instantly, and a faint blush rose in his eyes. He gripped Di Beizun's waist tightly with both hands, causing his snow-white robe to become crumpled in an instant.

Sikong's heart skipped a beat for no reason. Just as she was about to do something, a cool breeze suddenly blew by, instantly sobering her up. In a desperate manner, she tightly hugged Di Beizun, looked up and slapped his back a few times. Her slender hand, as nimble as a snake, reached into Di Beizun's sleeve. Her icy fingertips swept across Di Beizun's large hand. Di Beizun only vaguely felt a delicate and soft touch in his sleeve. Then, his sleeve seemed to disappear.

Meanwhile, Lord Sikong had already retreated to a distance of about two zhang from the pavilion, holding the Moon Soul and the jade pendant in his hand.

"I'll borrow your moon spirit for a moment, and return it to you next time we meet."

Sikong Jin deftly tucked the items into her sleeves.

Di Beizun gazed at Sikong Jin with unfathomable eyes, a complex smile playing on his lips. A faint, eerie light flickered in the depths of his eyes. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, abruptly turned, and slowly descended the steps, his steps dappled with sunlight, passing indifferently through the cool breeze. "That is the Phoenix Jade of the Great Zhou. With it, you can move freely throughout the Great Zhou. I will not take any concubines for the next three years… Sikong Jin, if I still see it intact in your hands three years from now, I will truly believe in fate. At that time, you… I look forward to it… Remember, you still owe me one condition: the flowers are nice…"

These were the last words left by Emperor Beizun, lingering in the air as his snow-white figure slowly disappeared into the setting sun…

Sikong Jin raised her head and looked at the large ship that was gradually sailing towards the setting sun. Her beautiful face, hidden under the black veil, suddenly turned somber. The image of Di Beizun's deep and aloof handsome face kept flashing before her eyes.

After a long pause, she gave a self-deprecating laugh, took out the jade pendant from her sleeve, and felt the faint warmth of his touch on her fingertips. A hint of dazedness rose in her eyes as she murmured, "Three years... I'm also looking forward to myself three years from now..."

She suddenly turned her head and looked towards the direction of the imperial city. Her hazy eyes suddenly became incredibly clear and bright, revealing an unyielding determination. Looking down at her hands, she suddenly clenched her fists gently after a long while.

Yes, it's a long and arduous journey.

Only she knows the weight she carries on her shoulders. Being caught in this whirlpool, struggling and tumbling, was not her wish, but she had no other choice.

Having made so many efforts, she thought she might be able to change something. However, after this bloody storm, she realized that the depth of this vortex far exceeded her imagination. Only someone with the strength of Emperor Beizun could truly be considered her opponent.

As she thought about it, images of Su Yue's haggard face, Si Kongmo's youthful face, Xing Fuhua's delicate yet stubborn demeanor, Ji Wuge, Tang Jingyao, and countless brothers and sisters in Ma Lancheng who cared for her suddenly flashed through her mind...

All the images froze in an instant, turning into a blinding red...

Sikong Jin took a deep breath and struggled out of the chaos.

Sikong Jin, you belong to the sky. The world is vast, so you can spread your wings and fly high. I firmly believe that that moment is not far away, it is certain!

……

The sun finally sank below the horizon, leaving a vast expanse of desolation, and the river breeze was somewhat chilly.

Inside the room, Di Beizun sat in front of the couch, holding a book in his hand and flipping through it, his expression very cold.

"Your Highness, a secret letter has arrived. Grand Tutor Wang will visit Her Majesty the Empress five days from now... It's... It's about Your Highness's Crown Princess..."

Feng Yang cautiously presented the small note in his hand and carefully began, "Princess Biyue...she has waited for Your Highness for so many years...and recently she fell ill..."

Di Beizun frowned slightly, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book in front of him. His deep voice was cold, "If they are sick, they should consult the imperial physician. Let them figure out what to do themselves."

"But, Your Highness, I'm afraid that if we go back this time..."

Feng Yang hesitated as he looked at Di Beizun. Everyone knew the long-standing rules of the Great Zhou royal family: only by establishing a crown princess could one truly ascend the throne; otherwise…

Upon hearing this, Emperor Beizun's lips curled into a sarcastic sneer as he gazed at Feng Yang with an inscrutable expression. "The situation in Southern Liang is unstable. Draft an edict for me to transfer Grand Tutor Wang and Lord Zhang Yi to Southern Liang to stabilize the situation. These two gentlemen are exceptionally talented, and I have faith in their abilities."

"Your Highness..."

Feng Yang broke out in a cold sweat. Was this a direct transfer to another region, a demotion?

Such a good excuse!

"But Princess Biyue..."

"If she insists, I will not mind following the old rules."

Same as always!

She was disguised as the daughter of an ordinary citizen and sent to the Heihe military camp, a border garrison, to perform labor for a year. She could not reveal her identity or bring any attendants. Only after a year could she be eligible to participate in the selection of imperial concubines.

Absolutely crazy!

Women who go into that place either come out broken or insane; who would dare go?

It's obvious they're trying to ruin someone's reputation and harm them for life.

It was ostensibly about experiencing the hardships of soldiers, but in reality...

It's a fair opportunity and a great way to train, but...