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

Yuan Yun smiled calmly, a faint glint of light flashing in her clear eyes. Suddenly, she turned her body, picked up the Moon Soul sword that was placed aside, and looked at Sikong Jin with some doubt. "I can see that. Not just anyone can wear such a precious sword. This sword is very valuable. Miss Nanchen, you should keep it safe."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin was taken aback, her clear eyes calmly gazing at Yuan Yun, "Sister Yun, do you recognize this sword?"

"It does resemble the legendary Moon Soul quite a bit. However, as far as I know, the Moon Soul is the personal sword of the Crown Prince of the Northern Dynasty, and it was originally a pair with his dagger. It was originally the sword of Empress Bei Chenfeng of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is said that the Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty gave it to the Crown Prince as a token of love for the Crown Princess..."

"puff!"

"Cough...cough..."

Before Yuan Yun could finish speaking, Si Kong Jin spat out the medicine she hadn't even swallowed. She coughed violently a few times, which aggravated her injuries, causing her to groan in pain. However, Yuan Yun's words had an even greater impact on her!

"The Great Zhou... the Great Zhou Empress's sword? A token of love from the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom to his Crown Princess?"

Damn it, what good things has she done?

No wonder Feng Yang's expression was so strange when he took the Moon Soul Wind Blowing. He had a vague feeling that this thing was not simple. If it belonged to Emperor Bei Zun, it would be fine, but if it belonged to the Empress of the Great Zhou Dynasty, then it would be hard to say...

Yuan Yun glanced at Sikong Jin with an inscrutable look, and said calmly, "You don't need to be nervous. I was just saying it casually. You are indeed very lucky to have it, but I advise you to keep it safe in the future to avoid unnecessary trouble. Especially if you have the opportunity to go to Da Zhou in the future, you must remember my words."

There was no malice in Yuan Yun's words; instead, there was a hint of concern, which Sikong Jin found quite perplexing. Just as she was about to ask something, Yuan Yun slowly stood up. "Drink your medicine first. I prepared some clothes for you. I originally wanted to change you, but since you were unconscious and no one was allowed near you, I had to leave it to you. Here are some clean clothes and some wound medicine. Your figure is similar to mine, and I usually dress as a man, so just wear these. I'll go out and get you something to eat; you must be hungry!"

Yuan Yun's figure quickly disappeared outside the door.

Sikong Jin took a while to recover, feeling that Yuan Yun seemed quite mysterious, with an eerie quality emanating from her words—

She definitely recognized the Moon Soul, and judging from her tone of voice, it seemed...

After a long silence, Sikong Jin finally took a breath and secretly used her internal energy to temporarily suppress the cold poison in her body.

This cold poison isn't that scary. As long as you drink a few doses of medicine, force the cold poison to one arm, bleed from the fingertips, and use a yang-tonifying substance to attack it, you can recover completely.

He relied on something he had stolen from Emperor Beizun... yes, the Phoenix Jade!

Sikong Jin subconsciously reached into her sleeve and quickly pulled out the phoenix jade. In her memory, when she fell into a coma, this thing kept releasing warmth, which had a certain suppressive effect on the cold palm. This thing is a rare warm jade. No wonder Emperor Beizun treasures this thing so much. It seems that it can be passed through the Great Zhou Dynasty without any hindrance. It is definitely a good thing!

After Sikong Jin finished applying medicine to her wounds and changed her clothes, Yuan Yun brought in a pot of light millet porridge that she had already cooked, and carefully ladled a small bowl of it and placed it in front of Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin glanced at the millet porridge, and her hunger intensified. She took it with one hand, ignoring the fact that it was too hot to eat, and finished it off in no time. She tossed the small bowl aside, picked up the large basin, and started eating right away!

The speed was comparable to a tornado sweeping across the room. Before the stunned Yuan Yun could recover, Sikong Jin handed her the empty bowl, looking up from the basin and mumbling, "Sister Yun, if there's anything left in the pot, bring it all over. This isn't even enough to fill your teeth. By the way, do you have anything filling at home? Like beef? Lamb? Or chicken or something... And some good wine..."

Sikong Jin was definitely a meat lover. In the past, during military campaigns, she would often go out and cook for herself. Needless to say, having survived such a close call, she should at least treat her stomach, which had been empty for so many days...

Seeing Yuan Yun staring at her with wide eyes, Sikong Jin, unusually embarrassed, raised her sleeve to wipe her mouth. A faint blush appeared on her delicate face. She chuckled a few times and said in a low voice, "I'm really sorry, I did have a big appetite. I've been starving for many days. I hope I didn't scare you?"

Yuan Yun couldn't help but look at Sikong Jin with a hint of sympathy. She was so hungry, and her frail body was covered in blood when she was found. She was spitting out mouthfuls of blood from time to time. If it weren't for the few life-saving pills she had on hand, it would have been really difficult to save her...

But is this person really just a businessman as she described?

How could the Moon Soul be on her?

Isn't the Moon Soul something someone always carries with them? How come it's on her, and a woman at that?

Who is she?

What exactly happened?

After staring silently at Sikong Jin for a long time without figuring out anything, Yuan Yun could only smile and say, "Miss Nanchen, eat slowly, no need to rush, there's more in the pot. But given your health, you should eat something light first..."

"Oh, it's alright. If you have a chicken at home, slaughter one and stew it. Porridge won't keep you full. I need enough food to replenish my strength. Don't worry, I won't eat or stay for free. My family's business is quite large. I'll give you a generous reward so you'll be set for life. Go, go quickly..."

Sikong Jin pretended not to see Yuan Yun's scrutinizing gaze, lowered her head and gulped down the porridge in the bowl, wolfing it down without any regard for her image.

Yuan Yun could only smile helplessly and shake her head. "Miss Nan Chen, your body is still recovering, so you can't eat meat. But if you think this millet porridge is bland, you can have a few bites of pickled plums."

Sikong Jin was taken aback, then suppressed her desire. She swallowed hard, thought for a moment, and then looked up at Yuan Yun, asking, "Is this still within the territory of Tata City? Is it still very far from Mount Yisu?"

Recalling her harrowing escape, a fierce rage burned intensely within Sikong Jin—

The west wind is fierce, you just wait!

If I don't beat you and your 100,000 Eagle Division to a pulp, then all these years of my life as Sikong Jin have been for nothing!