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

Feng Yang naturally dared not say anything more, as he always knew his master's temper.

"Your Highness, these flowers..."

His gaze swept over the bouquet of flowers on the table next to him, gently swaying in the river breeze, and Feng Yang asked in a low voice.

Di Beizun looked up from the book, gazing calmly at the blooming violet-colored clover. He remained silent for a long time, a complex emotion flickering in his quiet eyes.

"Keep it."

He uttered those few words briefly, then lowered his gaze and continued reading his book.

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Feng Yang responded respectfully, speaking cautiously, "Your Highness, Lord Sikong, he..."

Mentioning Sikong Jin, the Crown Prince's expression seemed somewhat unsettled. He suddenly closed the book in his hand, turned his head to look out the window at the river surface, which was shrouded in the cold moonlight. The faint ripples and reflections shimmered and swayed before his eyes, and for a moment, his clear eyes suddenly became somewhat misty...

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Di Beizun finally murmured in a low, gentle voice, "Fine, I'll give you one last gift."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to look at Feng Yang, "Send a message back to the capital by carrier pigeon, requesting that Lord Su Yu take a three-month leave and, together with his wife, visit the Dayong Kingdom to express his condolences to Princess Feng Hua. I will send someone to deliver the gifts."

"Master Su Yu?"

Feng Yang spoke softly, a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered that this Lord Su Yu was indeed an important strategist loyal to His Highness the Crown Prince, the father of General Su, the captain of the Crown Prince's personal guard, and the nominal elder brother of Princess Fenghua, Su Yue. The two siblings had a very good relationship back then, although Lord Su Yu...

Feng Yang was well aware of His Highness's purpose in doing this. His Highness was always meticulous, and besides visiting and offering condolences, he probably had some other thoughts.

This would also serve as a deterrent to the people of the Sikong Mansion, directly demonstrating their stance. Su Yue has the entire Great Zhou behind her, so that when the Sikong Lord changes in the future, Su Yue's life won't be too difficult.

Secondly, it was naturally to gain a clearer understanding of the situation in Dayong. Lord Su Yu was wise and quick-witted, so entrusting such a matter to him was the most appropriate thing to do. It could also avoid some conflicts in the court of Da Zhou. With His Highness the Crown Prince returning to court, it was inevitable that another storm would be stirred up in the court.

He hadn't forgotten that His Majesty had made up his mind to have His Highness the Crown Prince ascend the throne as soon as possible. The Empress was currently making great efforts to reorganize the harem, and His Highness the Crown Prince's confidants were secretly clearing obstacles for him. The day of his ascension to the throne was not far off...

"Yes, His Royal Highness!"

Feng Yang still held the unfolded note in his hand, glanced hesitantly at Di Beizun, and then said tremblingly, "Your Highness, His Majesty has dispatched the Royal Guard to Nanliang, with Princess Biyue accompanying them..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling coldness spread from the soles of his feet, causing Feng Yang to tremble involuntarily. He hurriedly looked up and was met with Di Beizun's calm and indifferent handsome face. The gloom in his eyes frightened Feng Yang, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly before kneeling down in a panic.

"Your Highness, please forgive me!"

He dared not forget the king's wisdom and ruthlessness. This man was always calm and composed, always confident of victory. His all-seeing eyes, if he looked at you once, seemed to expose everything you tried to hide, just like now!

Feng Yang was covered in cold sweat, trembling all over, and dared not speak.

"Feng Yang, you should know the rules of this court. You and General Su know my whereabouts best. How do you want me to reward you?"

Di Beizun's calm and collected voice rang out.

"Your Highness, please forgive me! Her Majesty the Empress is unwell, and His Majesty and the court officials all hope that Your Highness can ascend the throne as soon as possible, so..."

"So you took it upon yourself to inform the Empress Dowager of my whereabouts?"

Emperor Beizun sneered.

The reason he had General Su travel by land while he himself took a merchant ship by water, without even raising any banners, was to avoid the eyes and ears of his father and the people of the world, and to secretly go to Southern Liang to reorganize his troops and attempt to approach the Western Sichuan Mountains. He planned to seize the last small and medium-sized country on the border of Great Zhou, Shu, and then the entire Eastern Continent would belong to Great Zhou.

Instead of being forced by those fools to ascend the throne, take concubines, and rule the capital!

"Please calm your anger, Your Highness. Your subordinate..."

“From the very first day you came with me, I gave you a choice.”

Di Beizun's calm tone remained extremely composed, but his eyes revealed a ruthless glint. "You have been by my side for many years, you know my methods."

"Your Highness... Pfft!"

Before he could finish speaking, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew in, and Feng Yang had no way to avoid it. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he was sent flying, crashing hard into the door. With a 'thud,' the sound of a heavy object falling into the water came from outside.

"If I can see you again when I return to the capital, I will give you a chance."

The indifferent voice drifted in the wind, clearly reaching Feng Yang's ears. At the moment he was swallowed by the icy river, Feng Yang felt no resentment towards the person who had attacked him. Instead, he felt boundless admiration and a crazy obsession.

A man who is cold, ruthless, wise, noble, and elegant, who never distinguishes between good and bad people, but only divides people's positions into friend and foe, is the kind of man who is worthy of their lifelong obedience and support, and who makes his followers go crazy. Even if he attacks them, they are still willing to follow him for life.

When dealing with enemies, they are ruthless and cruel.

He is extremely caring towards his friends.

His palm strike had already given Feng Yang a chance; otherwise, he would have been killed on the spot.

……

"Raise the flags and set sail at full speed."

After a long while, Emperor Bei Zun finally gave the order...

……

Back in the capital, it was already dark. Sikong Jin found a secluded corner where no one was around to change her clothes, and then went to the Hilton Hotel for a drink.

alone.

The Hilton was already packed with people, so Sikong Jin casually found a quiet spot by the window and sat down. She ordered a few jars of fine wine and some good food, and drank them listlessly.

A faint sadness and melancholy settled on her delicate face, making it easy to see that she was feeling somewhat depressed. Her usual cunning eyes had been replaced by a calm and quiet demeanor.

She poured herself a drink and casually downed a few glasses. Suddenly, the image of Di Beizun's calm, aloof, and alluring face, along with his complex and profound gaze, appeared before her eyes as he turned to leave.

"You have a face that men envy and women go crazy for, a face so beautiful it's breathtaking. I believe we will meet again, Emperor Beizun, you enchantress!"

Sikong Jin murmured to herself, slightly raising her wine glass and gazing indifferently at the empty seat opposite her, as if she could see Di Beizun sitting right across from her, looking at her with his unfathomable gaze as always...