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

"Your Highness, you are now a man of great things, the most talented king since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You have led the soldiers of our Great Zhou to achieve a glorious and lasting legacy, and led the millions of people of our Great Zhou to usher in a new era of prosperity. This is a magnificent undertaking that will benefit future generations!"

Su Yu said, following Di Beizun's gaze at the gradually setting sun, "No one wants war, who doesn't want a peaceful and happy life? But... we are all powerless to change our fate..."

Emperor Beizun remained silent, raised his head, and looked indifferently at the now-silent sky. A self-deprecating sneer curled at the corner of his lips, and then he turned and walked into the council hall...

Another cold night unfolded. Ta Feng carried Si Kong Jin down the rugged mountain path. Si Kong Jin, half-asleep, only vaguely felt her body being constantly jostled. Much later, she felt Ta Feng's pace slow down. Then, in a daze, she seemed to faintly smell a pleasant, subtle fragrance. In her hazy consciousness, she seemed to see a pale blue figure constantly moving in front of her. After that, she lost all consciousness…

At dawn, the drizzle that had just stopped overnight resumed. Meanwhile, at the foot of a deep mountain more than two hundred miles away from Da Liao Ta Ta City, a faint aroma of medicine wafted from a thatched hut. Wisps of smoke rose from the roof of the hut, swaying and dissipating slowly in the misty rain. The cheerful chirping of a few birds added to the tranquility of the hut hidden in the mountains.

Outside the thatched cottage's veranda, a woman dressed in a light blue dress and wearing a veil was squatting in front of a stove, brewing medicine. The rich aroma of the medicine kept wafting into the room with the cool breeze, and from time to time, suppressed coughs could be heard from the inner room.

Lying on the bed in the inner room was a woman, shivering with cold. Several thick quilts seemed to be covering her, but they were not enough. Her beautiful long hair was now soaked with sweat, and her face was pale and bloodless. Her rosy lips were also very pale and tightly pursed, as if she was gritting her teeth and enduring something...

That's right, the person lying on the bed is Sikong Jin. Ta Feng carried her down the mountain and came directly to the outside of this thatched hut. The owner of the hut saved her.

The medicinal fragrance wafting through her nostrils grew stronger, relentlessly assaulting Sikong Jin's consciousness. Struggling in the darkness, Sikong Jin finally grasped at that sliver of lost consciousness and laboriously opened her heavy eyelids...

A light-colored curtain came into view, and a strong medicinal scent wafted over. Her eyes quickly scanned the area, and a sense of alertness instinctively rose within her. Only when she saw that she was still wearing her original clothes did her expression soften slightly. She reached into her sleeves and checked that everything was still there. Her tense heart finally relaxed, and she instinctively tried to sit up, but the coldness and pain throughout her body intensified, and she fell back down. At that moment, a soft laugh drifted over—

“Young lady, you have just woken up and your injuries are still quite serious. You should not do anything strenuous.”

Sikong Jin was startled and quickly turned her head to look. She saw a woman in a light blue dress slowly walking in, carrying a bowl of medicine.

The woman was very slender, with a veil covering her face. Beneath the veil were a pair of clear, star-like eyes, and her voice was melodious and pleasant. She also had a jade-green flute hanging at her waist, and she looked very refined and otherworldly.

The woman placed the medicine on the stool next to Sikong Jin. Seeing that Sikong Jin's wary and sharp eyes were fixed on her without moving, she chuckled softly, "Your injuries are quite serious. I only found you lying in the rain outside when I came back in the evening. Seeing that you were still breathing, I brought you inside. Drink the medicine first. I'm not a doctor; this medicine is just common herbal medicine for healing wounds. I hope it will help you."

Sikong Jin slowly came to her senses, her dry throat unable to utter a sound, and she began to cough violently. The woman quickly poured her a glass of water and came to greet her, "How are you?"

Sikong Jin quickly snatched the glass of water and drank it down in a few gulps. The woman poured another glass for her, which Sikong Jin also drank down in a few gulps. Only then did the dryness in Sikong Jin's throat ease a bit, and she slowly regained her senses.

"Thank you. How long have I been asleep? And where am I?"

Sikong Jin glanced at the woman gratefully, her voice dry and hoarse.

“Young lady, you’ve been unconscious for three days and three nights. This is my hut. I occasionally go to the border on business, and this is my temporary lodging. Don’t worry, you’re safe now. It’s just that your injuries…”

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin took a breath and felt the intense pain and discomfort in her body. She immediately frowned again, but the woman beside her had already brought over the medicine bowl. "Miss, drink the medicine first. There is a small town about fifty miles away. It is already late today. Drink some herbs to ease your discomfort. I will go down the mountain tomorrow to find a doctor for you."

Sikong Jin reached out and took the medicine bowl, saying in a low voice, "Thank you, but there's no need for a doctor. I am just a doctor. Tomorrow I'll write a prescription and ask you to help me get a few doses of medicine. I'll just boil them and drink them when I get back, and that should be enough."

The woman nodded and smiled, "I see. I didn't realize you were a doctor. No wonder you endured such a serious injury for so long. Alright, you don't need to call me 'Miss.' I'm probably a few years older than you. My name is Yuan Yun, you can call me Sister Yun."

Yuan Yun?

Sikong Jin frowned, glanced at the woman thoughtfully, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Sister Yun? Judging from your accent, you seem to be from the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty..."

Yuan Yun nodded slightly and glanced at Sikong Jin with admiration. "You have a good ear. That's right, I am indeed from the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but I have been staying in Luoyang City all these years. Judging from your appearance and accent, you should be from the Great Yong Dynasty, right?"

Sikong Jin nodded and replied, "I also do business in Luoyang City, and I often travel between Dayong and Liao."

"I admire your courage at such a young age. May I ask what happened to you that led you to this state?"

"Sister Yun, my name is Nan Chen. If you don't mind, you can just call me Nan Chen. There was war on the border, and I got separated from my horse team. I was even chased along the way, mistaken for a spy from the Great Yong. Luckily, I had learned some martial arts from my master before, otherwise..."