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

Xi Fenglie's temper these past few days has been more intense than it has been in the past twenty years, especially after sending out countless scouts to search for Sikong Jin and his army without any success. Almost every scout had been whipped, and they dared not speak out. They all hated Sikong Jin with a passion. If it weren't for him, they wouldn't be in such a terrible state!

However, the truth is that the scouts sent out couldn't be blamed for not finding Sikong Jin and the army. They were clever enough to follow the hoofprints, but their search became chaotic. At many forks in the road, the dense hoofprints dispersed, and several groups of people went to search. Eventually, they all ended up at the homes of the horse-raising villagers. When they asked, the villagers said that the horses were often gathered together and taken out for walks, so leaving so many hoofprints was normal...

With no leads, how could they possibly find Sikong Jin and the others in the vast and boundless Northwest? Besides, they weren't stupid; they certainly wouldn't let them find them...

As a result, the job search became incredibly difficult.

While these Liao soldiers were in a state of panic and at their wits' end, the instigator, Lord Sikong, was extremely calm and composed, swaggering along the streets of Tata City, which had already been cleaned up.

At this moment, the transformed Lord Sikong was dressed in a clean and elegant moon-colored brocade robe. Large, blooming pale pink roses were embroidered on the hem of the robe. His hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin. A faint smile graced his handsome, ordinary, and slightly childish face. He exuded an air of nobility and looked travel-worn.

After walking for a while, they finally found a decent restaurant. Sikong Jin subconsciously touched her stomach, and the hunger was even more intense. After thinking for a moment, she finally stepped into the restaurant.

"Would you like a meal or just a quick bite, sir?"

As soon as Sikong Jin stepped into the restaurant, the waiter immediately greeted her warmly.

"Bring me a jar of fine Daughter's Red wine, and a few delicious snacks to go with it."

Sikong Jin took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and casually tossed it to the waiter before slowly walking upstairs.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir. Find a seat upstairs, have some hot tea, and the food and drinks will be served shortly!"

The waiter took the silver with a smile, slung the towel over his shoulder, picked up the teapot, and followed after them eagerly.

Lady Sikong, hands clasped behind her back, slowly ascended the stairs. Just as she was about to step onto the last step and cross the threshold, a strong, cheap scent of rouge—enough to buy a whole bag for two silver coins—suddenly assaulted her nostrils. Unable to bear it, she sneezed twice. Just as she was about to look up to see who was so tasteless, a figure lunged at her. Startled, she quickly turned and narrowly avoided the attack. Before she could react, a sickeningly sweet, cloying voice suddenly pierced her ears—

"Son..."

Lord Sikong's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a woman dressed in a flamboyant manner standing there, flaunting her charm. Following the woman's gaze, Lord Sikong's eyes lit up!

handsome man!

He wore a magnificent dark blue robe, his hair was tied up with a golden crown, his eyebrows were as dark as swords, his nose was high and straight, and his handsome face was cold and slightly effeminate. His eyes were deep and sharp, and he was shrouded in a restrained and cold aura. He had an extraordinary presence and his every move carried a hidden nobility. It was clear at a glance that this person was no ordinary person.

It's rare to see such a handsome man in this godforsaken place. His looks are almost on par with... well, Peach Blossom Beauty, no, it's Tuoba Yu! His charm rivals that of Emperor Beizun, especially his aura.

Lady Sikong raised an eyebrow, subconsciously touching her nose with her fingertip. She subtly scrutinized the man several times, until he cast a cold, sharp glance at her. Only then did she calmly withdraw her gaze and was about to walk past him when the woman exuding a vulgar fragrance suddenly glared at her hatefully and scolded, "You're so rude! How can you stare at someone like that?"

Sikong Jin was startled and turned to look at the woman in surprise. The woman's anger immediately softened upon seeing Sikong Jin's face. Just as she was about to speak, Sikong Jin's voice, spoken with a slightly wicked accent from the northern part of Tiansheng, rang out, "Isn't the point of looking like this to be seen? Also, auntie, your rouge seems to be expired. Are you sure you don't want to buy a new box? Otherwise, Uncle will be very disgusted with you..."

As she spoke, Sikong Jin gave a meaningful glance to the handsome man beside the woman who had remained silent the entire time.

"What, Auntie!"

The woman's eyes widened, her face immediately darkening. She straightened her back and rammed into him, yelling, "How dare you talk like that!"

"I'm looking at him, not you! Also, there's a question I've been wanting to ask you, could you please answer it?"

Sikong Jin quickly grabbed the railing to steady herself, almost getting dizzy from the impact. She took a deep breath and, without waiting for the woman's reply, calmly asked, "With such well-developed pectoral muscles, do you often experience difficulty breathing? Or are you already experiencing difficulty breathing?"

Upon hearing this, the woman's face turned green. Just as she was about to explode, Sikong Jin shrugged, grabbed the railing with both hands, and leaped up quickly, easily clearing the gap.

"Oh, beautiful lady, you have terrible taste! How could you fall for a woman like that!"

These words drifted softly into the man's ears, and a chilling expression crept across his otherwise unchanging face. A cool breeze swept by, carrying with it the faint sound of Sikong Jin's low murmur, "They're not quite like the ones shown on TV before. Although they're also called the Great Liao, and their physiques are quite imposing, they don't have those little braids all over their heads... However, it seems the men are all quite dark-skinned, not as handsome as our Heavenly Saints, sigh..."

What kind of skill does Xi Fenglie possess?

Those who practice martial arts have exceptional hearing, far surpassing that of ordinary people. Almost every word Sikong Jin said reached his ears. His face darkened, his large hand hanging at his side tightened slightly, and he suddenly turned around, staring coldly at Sikong Jin who had already passed by.

"Son..."

"roll!"

The woman was about to say something to Xi Fenglie when he slapped her so hard she fell down the stairs. She let out a shrill scream, followed by the sound of something heavy rolling down the stairs, and then she fainted.