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

It is now after the Qingming rainy season, but the sky is still shrouded in gloom. A light drizzle falls in the bleak and biting wind, but it is a freezing rain that makes people feel stiff all over.

The long, cold night stretched on endlessly, the air thick with the damp, putrid smell. A misty rain shrouded the desolate forest, and the mournful cries of animals echoed incessantly. Occasionally, a few birds would swiftly flit through the woods, making the entire forest eerily silent.

cold!

It’s so cold!

While in a deep sleep, Sikong Jin felt as if she were buried naked in the cold snow. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but she felt that her limbs were so cold and stiff that she couldn't move at all. She could vaguely smell a faint bloody smell in her nose, and sharp pains came from her shoulders and back. The suffocating pain in her chest made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Her consciousness began to struggle laboriously in that vast darkness until she was utterly exhausted. Finally, a sliver of reason slowly returned, and the sharp pain became increasingly clear. She didn't know how much effort she had to exert before she could barely open her heavy eyelids...

What came into view was a vast expanse of desolate, cold rain. The drizzling rain enveloped the entire mountain forest. Her clothes were already soaked through, and she was now frozen numb all over. She opened her dazed eyes and tried to raise her hands to move her frozen limbs, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not lift her hands.

She cried out in anguish in her heart, then turned to look at the Moon Soul, which was still embedded in the soil, radiating a magnificent and bewitching crimson light.

She gave a bitter laugh and could only silently move her body to try and dispel the coldness. After a while, her limbs regained some feeling. She slowly raised her hand to grab Yue Po, but as soon as she moved her arm, a sharp pain shot through the wound on her shoulder. She subconsciously turned her head and saw that she had been slashed on the shoulder at some point, and blood was now gushing out.

She reached into her sleeve, only to find, to her dismay, that she had almost forgotten all the healing medicine she usually carried with her. After searching for a long time, she couldn't find even a trace of antiseptic; all she found were some poison powder and other such items.

Sikong Jin could only give a bitter smile, take a deep breath, and struggle to her feet. She pulled the Moon Soul from the ground with one hand, cut a tree branch from the side to use as a walking stick, and began to stagger forward.

Nevertheless, she could feel her strength gradually dissipating, and she was exhausted to the extreme. Her steps were incredibly heavy, and after only a few steps, she tripped and fell heavily, tumbling down the slippery, steep slope and plunging headfirst into a thorny ditch.

pain!

Sikong Jin gasped, biting her lip to keep quiet. The sharp pain coursing through her body almost made her scream. Even she, who had come from the cruel Dark Base, could hardly bear such cruel torture and pain. Her face was already deathly pale. She gasped for breath for a long time before struggling to get up from the thorns. She swung the Moon Soul in her hand to cut the broken branches and thorns beside her and crawled out of the ditch with difficulty. The damp bushes beside her were covered with specks of blood.

'call! '

Sikong Jin slumped heavily against a tree trunk. Exhaustion and pain drove her to the brink of suicide. Her stomach was growling with hunger, and the back, pierced by the fierce west wind, felt like a cold ice cave, relentlessly devouring her warmth and reason. Suddenly, her vision blurred again, and she realized with panic that her consciousness was fading once more…

She can't fall into a deep sleep again, or she'll definitely die here!

For the first time, Sikong Jin felt death was so close. A look of despair suddenly appeared in her dazed eyes. Instinctively, she gritted her teeth, grabbed Yuepo, and stood up while holding onto the tree trunk!

"We can't stop, Sikong Jin! You can't die!"

That thought flashed through her mind, and she began to struggle upwards...

She gritted her teeth and ran along the narrow mountain path with all her might. The cold and bewitching light of the moon kept flashing. She almost cut through thorns and brambles all the way. Sikong Jin dared not think about the pain in her body, and dared not stop because she was exhausted. She knew that once she stopped, she might never wake up again. So she could only grit her teeth and use her last bit of strength to run forward frantically!

She didn't know how far she had walked until she felt her consciousness becoming hazy and dissipated. Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of horses' hooves. Sikong Jin almost collapsed in an instant, thinking it was the pursuers from the Liao Dynasty. She quickly hid behind a tree. As the sound of horses' hooves drew closer, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it was actually her mount that she had abandoned earlier, Tafeng!

"Treading the Wind!"

Sikong Jin was overjoyed and let out a hoarse, dry shout.

Upon hearing her voice, Tafeng immediately sped up and rushed towards her.

Sikong Jin's eyes welled up with tears. She rushed forward, patted Tafeng's head, and then struggled to mount her horse. "Tafeng, I'm leaving the rest to you. Take me away from the mountains; I need to conserve my strength..."

After uttering these final words, Sikong Jin collapsed onto her horse and fainted again…

Ta Feng let out a neigh and then began to gallop forward. However, the speed was not very fast, and Si Kong Jin, who was lying on the horse's back, did not fall off.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, at the gates of the Shu Kingdom's imperial city.

The city walls of the Shu Kingdom's capital were densely packed with soldiers guarding the city. All sorts of defensive weapons had been brought up to the walls. The burning braziers flickered in the cool breeze. The city gates were tightly closed, and the entire capital was immersed in an unprecedented atmosphere of oppression and tension.

The Great Zhou camp was located less than ten miles from the capital of Shu.

Emperor Beizun, dressed in a black outfit and wearing a black cloak, strode out of the main tent with an imposing and heroic air. Behind him were Su Yufeng and other strategists and generals, while on both sides stood a densely packed and burly Crown Prince's guard.

"Your Highness, all the soldiers have assembled, and all the siege equipment is ready. General Su has led a fast and elite force to bypass Shicheng and launch a surprise attack from the west gate of the Shu capital, blocking the Shu army's retreat. We are just waiting for Your Highness's order to launch the attack!"