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

Sikong Jin poured wine for Tuoba Yu and replied, "By the way, I heard that you, Third Prince, are also about to leave our Dayong Imperial City. What's the matter that you're in such a hurry to leave? There are several scenic spots near the Imperial City that are quite nice. I heard from the Emperor that he seems to want to arrange for a certain prince to accompany Your Highness to take a look."

Sikong Jin smiled and changed the subject.

Tuoba Yu gave Sikong Jin a deep look before smiling and saying, "Now that we have facilitated the marriage between the two dynasties, we should go back as soon as possible to make more preparations. After the New Year, I may serve as the ambassador for the marriage between the two dynasties and go to Dayong again. At that time, I hope that Lord Sikong will still recognize me as a friend."

Sikong Jin readily nodded, "Of course, didn't we agree that we're good brothers? Brother Tuoba?"

"One of the most fortunate things about my trip to Dayong is that I have made a good brother like Lord Sikong."

"Not at all, it's my honor. Come on, let's drink to this..."

……

The two drank together under the moon until nearly dawn before parting ways.

Slightly tipsy, Sikong Jin staggered towards the Sikong residence, while Tuoba Yu, who had been standing behind her, watched her departing figure intently...

Only when that figure was gradually swallowed up by the vast night did he slowly withdraw his gaze. What lingered in his mind for a long time was her gloomy little face hidden beneath her smile.

In a daze, he even thought of himself; for the first time, he felt a resonance in someone else that was as strong and profound as his own…

From that moment on, he knew that the name Sikong Jin might hold a special place in his heart...

A few days later, Sikong Jin's work got back on track, and the pile of documents that had been waiting for her were finally reviewed within the stipulated time. She could finally take a breather.

A few days later, one afternoon, Sikong Jin invited Tang Jingyao to afternoon tea at the Tianxia Diyi Lou restaurant.

Tang Jingyao, being very accommodating, immediately ordered the most expensive Pu'er tea upon sitting down, along with several delicious and pricey snacks. He even shamelessly asked someone to pack a few to take back, saying he wanted to satisfy his wife Lan Zixi's cravings.

It was so excessive that Sikong Jin wanted to punch someone.

"The officials to be transferred after coordination between Zhongzhou and the court have been announced. Ajin, what are your plans? I heard that you applied to Grand Secretary Ji to transfer several of your subordinates to other places. You don't have any of your confidants around you. This is not good. You are in a very passive position."

Tang Jingyao looked at Sikong Jin with a puzzled expression and asked.

Sikong Jin shrugged, took a sip of tea, and said indifferently, "I don't care. Anyway, I can eat and drink well in the capital, and I can receive many high-quality gifts almost every day. When I have more money, I can hire a few good-looking assistants and have them wear different uniforms to work every day. Why not?"

Tang Jingyao frowned, glanced at Sikong Jin, and snorted coldly.

"What kind of look is that? Don't tell me you don't think that way. Everyone knows that in the entire Zhongzhou Society, your judicial branch makes the most money and has the prettiest female officials!"

"Ah Jin, I'm being serious with you!"

Tang Jingyao said with dissatisfaction.

Sikong Jin pouted, "I was so fed up with those guys. A few nights ago, I was bored and went to play cards with them. I lost so much and they wouldn't pay me back. I was really angry and was going to teach them a lesson... Ouch! Why did you hit me? My injury hasn't fully healed yet... Ouch... Ah..."

Before Sikong Jin could finish speaking, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, suddenly erupted from her mouth...

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.