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

"However, I have some doubts about Lord Sikong's character. My friends are not just anyone. Return the money pouch if Lord Sikong wants to leave unscathed tonight!"

Tuoba Yu smiled dismissively, but his tone was as cold as ice.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lord Sikong's delicate brows furrowed, her fair and refined face instantly tightening, her eyes glaring coldly at Tuoba Yu. "I am the Grand Commander of the Wangzhou Army of the Four Banners of the Great Yong Dynasty, and you dare to look down on me, speaking to me in such a tone? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Take this—"

'Whoosh! '

A sudden gust of wind arose, petals danced wildly in the air, trees swayed violently, a white shadow swept across the sky, and a clear whistling sound suddenly rang out—

"Great Yin Thunder Claw!"

Tuoba Yu's eyes turned cold, and he charged forward to meet the attack. However, before he could use his lightness skill, Sikong Jin suddenly turned around. In the dim light of the day, he could only vaguely feel a cold wind rushing towards him. He instinctively dodged...

'Snapped! '

Something slapped onto his robe.

"You cheated!" Tuoba Yu looked down and saw a clump of petals, crumpled into a muddy mess, stuck to his robe. He frowned and quickly looked up—

Where can Sikong Jin be found?

Escaped!

Tuoba Yu's eyes were as cold as frost as he calmly watched the still chaotic peach petals fluttering in the air. However, a faint smile slowly appeared on his calm and expressionless face.

That smile...

Quite meaningful...

Half a cup of tea later, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind Tuoba Yu.

"Your Highness!"

The man in black knelt down on one knee.

"Get up!" Tuoba Yu raised his hand and said calmly, "Have you found them?"

Blackwater bowed apologetically, "I secretly searched almost the entire city of Malan, but I still couldn't find any trace of him. I estimate that he has already left Malan."

"Can't find any trace of him? You mean you still haven't found him? He was seriously injured and already had difficulty moving around. You've been searching for days and still haven't found him... Blackwater, your abilities... have regressed."

"Your Highness, I have failed in my duties and beg for your punishment!"

Hei Shui was taken aback, then hurriedly knelt down. "Your Highness, if it weren't for someone interfering, we wouldn't be in this mess. The most urgent thing is to go to Luoyang immediately and explain the whole story to Fengyun Tower. Fengyun Tower is not a force to be trifled with. If this misunderstanding isn't cleared up, given the nature of the Fengyun Tower Master, he won't let it go easily. In my opinion, we should head to Luoyang immediately!"

Tuoba Yujun frowned slightly and remained silent for a moment. “Very well, with the wit of the Lord of Fengyun, he will surely understand that this is the result of someone stirring things up. I have already written a letter explaining the whole story. You shall take my token and the letter and go to Luoyang immediately to personally deliver them to the Lord of Fengyun.”

"Yes! Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will travel day and night and arrive tomorrow. By the way, Your Highness, should we send those captured assassins to Luoyang as well?"

Hei Shui respectfully accepted the letter and token handed over by Tuoba Yu, and began to speak.

"Yes, send them over together to await the judgment of Fengyun Tower. In a few days, it will be the Flower Festival in Luoyang. Tell Young Master Fenglan that I will personally pay him a visit then."

"Yes! I'll set off immediately!"

……

Taking advantage of the darkness, Sikong Jin cleverly escaped and headed straight for the Sikong Mansion without stopping. However, she unexpectedly encountered the disheveled fat man Zhu Si at the gate.

His face was bruised and swollen, his right eye was covered by a dark circle, and there was a little blood on his nose and the corner of his mouth. His elegant white robe was dirty, and he was furious as he charged into the Sikong Mansion.

Sikong Jin stared at the fat man in surprise, pointing to his disheveled appearance, "Master Strategist Zhu, what happened to you?"

Zhu Si glared at Sikong Jin with murderous eyes, "My lord! I refuse to serve! I will submit a petition to the emperor requesting a transfer!"

"Huh? Requesting a transfer?" Sikong Jin was quite surprised, staring at the fat man in astonishment. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Why? Is the food here bad?"

"My lord! I am not used to the environment on the border. Moreover, a letter just arrived from home that my father is ill. I wish to be transferred back to the capital to better serve him!"

The fat man answered in a low voice, inwardly thinking, 'Because I simply can't stand working with a superior like you who has no sense of public morality. You abandoned your comrades and ran away first in times of crisis, causing me to get a beating from that woman Jing Su. Besides, you're greedy, lustful, opportunistic, lazy, and have terrible character!'

Sikong Jin frowned, glancing at the fat man with a suspicious look. "Oh? Is that so? But I just heard that General Zhu has recently taken another beautiful concubine, and he seems quite happy and healthy! Besides, even if what you say is true, it's not your turn to serve him, is it? You have nine older brothers..."

"My lord! I miss my mother!"

The fat man interrupted angrily.

“Fatty, these are critical times. The border is in such turmoil that war will break out again soon. The people on the border need you. How can you be so petty? Besides, I have no reason to issue you a certificate.”

"My lord, even if war reignites, Hangu Pass will be the first to bear the brunt! Besides, the law stipulates that I have the right to submit a memorial!"

Sikong Jin rolled up his sleeves, slowly turned and walked into the courtyard, saying leisurely, "It's cold outside, let's go inside first. Advisor Zhu, what's your zodiac sign? I remember your birthday is April 29th, hmm, you should be a Taurus..."

"Sir, what are constellations?"

"Astrology, that's very complicated. Let me explain it to you slowly..."

The most shameless person in the world is the one who talks about politics when you talk to him about the law, and about public opinion when you talk about politics, and about astrology when you talk about public opinion!

The moonlight streamed through the corridor and into the room through the windows, casting dappled shadows from the flickering candlelight. The quiet room was occasionally filled with the sound of water being poured.

"Master!"

Sikong Jin had just poured herself a cup of hot tea and sat down when the butler's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"come in!"

The door creaked open, and Butler Wu, his hunched back, slowly walked in. Sikong Jin raised her head slightly, a smile appearing on her delicate face. "Is there anything I can help you with so late, Butler Wu?"

He casually pointed to the soft couch beside him, gesturing for Uncle Wu to sit down.

Uncle Wu smiled, his aged eyes narrowed. "Thank you, young master. I won't sit down. I'm old and don't sleep well. There are some things I'd like to discuss with you."

"Since we're going to talk, then please sit down."

Sikong Jin picked up the empty cup opposite her, poured tea, and Uncle Wu glanced at Sikong Jin, thought for a moment, and then sat down.

“Young Master, it’s been almost four months since we arrived here. I wonder if Madam and the young master are all well?” Uncle Wu sighed, his aged voice tinged with longing.