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

"what is that!"

Gore, with his sharp eyes, spotted something on the stone pillar and immediately gestured for the soldiers beside him to come forward.

Two soldiers quickly stepped forward and walked towards the huge stone pillar in the training ground. They pulled over a white cloth banner with black characters hanging on the pillar, which read the following line:

Prince Xifeng, I did not kill your prisoners of war, but I'm sorry to say that your Liao Dynasty will have to spend a huge sum of money on consolation!

At the end, there's a very realistic drawing of a majestic and imposing swordsman stabbing a piglet with his sword. Of course, below the swordsman is Sikong Jin's flamboyant signature, and as for the words below the piglet...

Originally, after witnessing such tragic and appalling scenes along the way, Xi Fenglie was filled with resentment and rage. However, thanks to his extremely strong self-control, he did not roar out on the spot. He could still restrain himself when he saw the soldiers being so terrified. He also managed to control his emotions from about to erupt when he saw the words left by Sikong Jin. However, when he saw the painting of the knight assassinating the piglet, he finally couldn't hold back anymore!

"what--"

A violent roar shattered the heavens and earth. Xi Fenglie was furious. He drew his sword from his waist and began to slash wildly at the ground. The chaotic and violent true energy he unleashed sent dirt flying everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the once flat land was ravaged into several large pits, and the broken walls and ruins beside him were shredded into powder and gravel by the sharp sword!

The terrifying sword aura, carrying a surging, overwhelming rage, burst forth like a river bursting its banks. The furious and shrill roar was like the heart-wrenching howl of a wild beast whose skin had been ripped out and whose heart had been ripped out, and a frenzied and vicious struggle erupted...

"Ah—I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! Si! Kong! Jin!"

His anger erupted like a storm, even startling Gor, who rushed forward to try and stop him, "Your Highness, calm down! Are you alright?"

"Get out of the way! Search the entire city immediately, send scouts out of the city, we must find Sikong Jin!"

After a violent outburst, Xi Fenglie finally regained his senses, angrily plunging his sword into the ground before him and giving the order through gritted teeth.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Gore responded, then turned to his lieutenants and ordered, "Hurry up and go! Also, search carefully to see if any of the city's inhabitants are hiding. Such a large city shouldn't be so deserted."

"Yes!"

Several lieutenants clasped their hands in response, then quickly turned around and gave orders to the soldiers behind them.

Gore frowned, gazing at the still-burning flames before him. A sharp pain shot through his chest as he sighed, "What a pity! Such a fine city has been almost completely destroyed! Sikong Jin is truly ruthless! Your Highness, are you alright?"

Seeing that Xi Fenglie's expression was very strange, Gore quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

Xi Fenglie shoved Gore aside, pulled the sword stuck in the ground, and chuckled coldly, "This matter will not be left unresolved, absolutely not!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned and left.

Gore felt a surge of anxiety, sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to follow...

The Liao soldiers were very efficient. In just three days, they cleaned up the entire city of Tata. They found some people hiding in many corners of Tata, as well as some people who had fled the city. They brought them back to Tata and settled them in.

The city of Tata was burned down by a great fire set by Lord Sikong. A large number of houses collapsed. Except for those houses on higher ground or in more remote areas that escaped the fire, everything else that was going to burn was burned down. In particular, the Governor's Office and other bustling places, such as the city center, were all reduced to ashes.

It took a great deal of effort to calm the panicked civilians and the captured soldiers. It was five days later before the city of Tata was finally restored to peace.

Fortunately, a heavy rain came that night, and thanks to the tireless efforts of the Liao soldiers, the raging fire was finally extinguished; otherwise, the losses would have been even greater.

At this moment, in the temporary residence of Prince Xifenglie of the Liao Dynasty.

Xi Fenglie stared grimly at the easels before him, where the painters were sketching figures based on the clues provided by the soldiers—

Dressed in a black outfit, with a black cloak over his head and a hood on his head, his face was completely covered by a black headscarf, revealing only a pair of fairly bright eyes. However, his entire outline was not discernible at all.

"You mean this is Sikong Jin?"

Seeing that Xifenglie's face was getting worse and worse, Gore quickly went up to ask the captured soldiers. The soldiers went up to the easel and looked at it, and they all nodded.

"Sir, it's him! That's exactly what he looks like!"

"Yes, sir, he wrapped himself up like a steamed bun, short and round!"

"Sir, he's covering his face so no one can see him. He must be extremely ugly and stupid, with a head like a fat pig!"

"I heard that Sikong Jin seems to have boils on her face and can't be seen by anyone, so she covers her face!"

"That's right, look at how he's wrapped up, he might even have hemorrhoids!"

The Liao soldiers began to discuss amongst themselves, and after reaching a consensus, they finally came to a unified answer—

Sikong Jin was a short and round fellow. He must have been very ugly, with large pustules on his face that would ooze pus, and probably hemorrhoids. He wore a black outfit, a black cloak, and a face mask to prevent anyone from seeing his face!

After the painter finished painting Sikong Jin's portrait based on the soldiers' consensus, and handed it to Xifeng Lie, Xifeng Lie almost vomited on the spot.

"What kind of monster is this!"

Xi Fenglie angrily threw the portrait on the ground, glaring at the painter and the soldiers. They were immediately terrified, their faces turning ashen. They stared in panic at the portrait falling to the ground, trembling all over, and dared not look up at Xi Fenglie.

"Your Highness, this is what Sikong Jin looks like..."

One of the bolder soldiers whispered, but Xi Fenglie didn't even look at him and slapped him hard across the face, coldly saying, "Have you ever seen someone with a face full of sores, ears as sharp as needles, and a mouth as big as a basin? Get out of here, you useless thing! You can't even handle this simple matter! Take them all away and behead them!"