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

"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...

However, parting is easy, but reunion is difficult. Who knows when we will meet again?

I promised Sikong Mo I would go see him as soon as possible, but I didn't keep my promise, did I?

Helplessly struggling and toiling in the vortex of this era, unable to control the turbulent times, one can only grit one's teeth and keep up with the pace and trends of the times, trudging alone through this torrential mud.

A proud person never easily bows down and admits defeat. In order to protect her beliefs, she can also openly gamble her life on the table and embark on a free and unrestrained life.

This is her—

Sikong Jin!

A faint, cold smile appeared on his lips. He tilted his head back and drank another cup. Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks to taste the dishes, an uninvited guest appeared opposite him.

……

"Long time no see, Lord Sikong!"

With a gentle smile on his refined face, Tuoba Yu sat down directly opposite Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin was taken aback. A gloomy and ruthless glint flashed in the depths of her eyes, but it was so fleeting that no one could notice it. She raised her eyebrows slightly and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Long time no see, Third Prince!"

She glanced at the bright moonlight outside the window, leisurely picked up an empty cup, slowly filled it with wine, and said lightly, "With such a beautiful moon, since we're here, let's have a few drinks together."

As he spoke, he handed the full glass of wine to Tuoba Yu.

Tuoba Yu smiled, looked at Sikong Jin thoughtfully for a while, then nodded slightly and chuckled softly, "Was this meal paid for by Lord Sikong?"

Sikong Jin raised her eyebrows, raised her cup to him, and smiled, "Of course. The Third Prince has been in my Great Yong for many days, and we have some kind of connection. It is only right that I extend my hospitality as the host."

Tuoba Yu smiled without answering, raised his glass, and downed it in one gulp.

Sikong Jin put down her wine cup, picked up her chopsticks, pointed at the dishes, indicating to Tuoba Yu to eat as he pleased, while she herself began to eat without any restraint.

However, after eating several bites of food, Tuoba Yu across from him did not touch his chopsticks. He simply picked up the wine pot and silently poured wine.

Sikong Jin ignored him and continued eating and drinking.

The two remained silent.

She ate and drank, and Tuoba Yu watched her eat, sometimes taking a sip of wine, sometimes pouring her more.

"Have your injuries healed?"

After a long silence, Tuoba Yu finally broke the silence, asking in a low voice, his gentle eyes containing a hint of concern, "I didn't know that person was you..."

These words had been spoken for a long time, but Sikong Jin on the other side did not react at all.

"Sikong Jin..."

Tuoba Yu called out again in a low voice, his gaze towards Sikong Jin shifting unpredictably, appearing strange and complex.