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

In the early spring of the 466th year of the Red Moon Calendar, on the border of the Dayong Dynasty in the Central Plains, lies Malan City, nestled beside the Malan Mountains.

That night, the night was slightly chilly, and a cool breeze was blowing.

Above the Dayong Dynasty, a bright moon hung high in the desolate sky, casting a silvery glow across the heavens. Frost danced freely in the air, and the moonlight cast a dappled pattern on the cold blue stone steps in front of the courtyard, immersing the surroundings in tranquility.

A soft, suppressed cough came from inside the house, breaking the silence of the cold night and startling the person who was sitting on the stone steps in front of the house, lost in thought.

Sikong Jin frowned immediately, turned her head and looked into the doorway, where she could vaguely see the old butler, Uncle Wu, coughing incessantly while holding onto the bed frame.

She hesitated for a moment, her delicate brows furrowing even more. After a brief silence, she finally turned and walked towards the veranda beside her...

Malan City, by its very nature, could not compare to the bustling capital of the Great Yong Dynasty. Walking along its wide streets, the figures were somewhat lonely, with only faint shouts drifting from the banks of the Shenglan River. The Shenglan River originates atop the Malan Mountains and flows through nearly one-fifth of the Great Yong Dynasty's cities, making it the Great Yong Dynasty's largest river. Only the banks of the Shenglan River in Malan City were relatively lively.

Sikong Jin strode forward with a proud and confident air, her cool and pure gaze sweeping over the shops on both sides. Relying on the remaining memories in her mind, she searched for several pharmacies, but they were all closed.

Three months have passed, and I've arrived at this godforsaken place called Fengyun Continent.

Three months ago, after detonating the explosives on her body, she woke up looking like this. She was still called Sikong Jin, and looked the same, only more than ten years younger than her previous self. In this life, she was the eldest grandson of the Sikong family, a fallen young master who, despite being a girl, had to live as a boy. Of course, only her mother, Su Yue, knew this secret.

Three months ago, Sikong Jin's father, Sikong Qi, died tragically on the battlefield, sacrificing his life for his country. Taking advantage of this, the Sikong clan stripped Sikong Qi of his military power. The military power that Sikong Jin was originally supposed to inherit was seized by Sikong Jin's cousin, Sikong Rui, who then exiled Sikong Jin to Malan City, giving him only five thousand ragtag soldiers and an elderly steward. This was ostensibly for training, but in reality, it was a betrayal. Sikong Jin's mother, Su Yue, and younger brother, Sikong Mo, were also placed under house arrest in the Sikong mansion by the Sikong clan to keep Sikong Jin in check.

After wandering through several streets, I finally found a pharmacy that was about to close down on the banks of the Shenglan River along Cuiliu Street, and got my medicine.

"Bang!" Just as I stepped out of the pharmacy, a loud bang suddenly rang out. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw fireworks going off on the Lanjiang River across the river. The dazzling fireworks lit up the entire night sky, like a dream.

Sikong Jin withdrew her cold, indifferent gaze. She had no mood for appreciation. However, just as she turned around, a familiar, gentle voice rang out, sounding rather jarring—"Oh, isn't this Third Young Master Sikong? It's been a few months, and your injuries have all healed?"

Sikong Jin narrowed her eyes and suddenly looked up, only to see several women on the bow of the painted boat opposite her, covering their mouths and laughing softly. It was not hard to see the mockery and disdain in their eyes.

The woman at the head of the group, dressed in a peach-colored pleated skirt and wearing a pink cloak, was none other than Liu Xianxian, the daughter of the Liu family. The two women beside her were likely her maids.

"It seems that it's time to replace my elder brother's guards!"

Three months ago, the original owner of this body, Sikong Jin, had just arrived in Malan City. While strolling through the market, she accidentally startled the carriage of Liu Zhang, the eldest son of the Liu family. Liu Zhang's wife, the Eighth Princess Xing Zidie, was so frightened that she fell out of the carriage and nearly miscarried. Enraged, Liu Zhang ordered his men to drag Sikong Jin to a street corner and beat her severely. When his men found her, she was already on the verge of death and died on the way back to the mansion. It was at this moment that she, 002, took over the body of the original owner.

Liu Zhang is a remarkable figure in the Dayong Dynasty. He is handsome and talented, the second-in-command of the Liu family in Dayong, a capable senior advisor to the King of Lie, and commands more than 100,000 troops!

Didn't Liu Zhang and Xing Zidie return to the capital? Why is Liu Xianxian still here?

Before Sikong Jin could recover, a commotion suddenly arose ahead...

"Make way, make way quickly! It's Vice General Liu Xin!"

"Get out of the way! If you startle General Liu Xin's horse, you'll lose your heads!"

Upon hearing this, the pedestrians around her quickly moved aside. Sikong Jin also stopped in surprise, raised her eyebrows, and looked up slightly.

Sure enough, a luxurious and beautiful, gleaming silver carriage sped towards them, rushing past the willow-lined street like a hurricane, startling the pedestrians on both sides who retreated in fear.

Sikong Jin narrowed her silent eyes, a chilling glint suddenly flashing in them, and a ruthless killing intent surged forth!

Liu Zhang and Xing Zidie were the ones who caused Sikong Jin's death. This revenge must be taken. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on her will either die or be crippled! They will all come to a bad end! And at that time, Liu Xin was the one who carried out Liu Zhang's orders.

"Isn't that Sikong Jin? Damn it! Is he looking for death? How dare he stand in the middle of the road?"

"You were beaten up by Vice General Liu a few days ago, and you're already recovered so quickly?"

"Oh no, the carriage is coming! Does this idiot want to get trampled to death?"

As gasps of shock filled the air, the thunderous sound of hooves pierced the noise as the carriage hurtled towards Sikong Jin. Just when everyone thought Sikong Jin was about to be trampled under the horse's hooves, the horse suddenly neighed, its front hooves leaping high into the air, and the carriage came to an instant stop!

'Bang!' As the carriage suddenly stopped, a series of 'bang bang' sounds immediately came from the carriage.

"Which blind fool startled this general's horse?"

A cold, angry voice came from inside the carriage. Before the voice had even faded, a large hand lifted the carriage curtain, and a figure in lake blue rushed out of the carriage, exuding murderous intent.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but look at Sikong Jin with pity, thinking that Sikong Jin was going to be skinned alive by Vice General Liu again!

Sikong Jin looked up, frowning, and finally saw clearly Liu Xin, who exuded a murderous aura. He was quite a handsome man, wearing a lake-blue brocade robe, with a silver crown binding his hair. His thick eyebrows slanted to his temples, and his eyes were sharp as knives, glaring red. His whole body exuded a murderous aura that made people shudder. He was also holding a folding fan in his hand.

Before Sikong Jin could react, the folding fan in his hand swept towards her with a chilling, angry gust of wind, accompanied by a furious, chilling roar that crashed down like a tidal wave—