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

"Lord Gore, I order you to lead the army forward. Move quickly; you must reach the canyon before their troops cross and ambush them. You are a smart man; I shouldn't need to remind you of the specifics. Use your brain; I don't want to miss such a good opportunity, is that clear?"

Xi Fenglie calmly looked at Gore and gave the order in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, there must be a trick behind Sikong Jin's invitation to tea. You don't need to pay any attention to him; just continue on your way!"

"Hmph, I also want to meet this Sikong Jin in person and see who he is, that he could make me suffer two defeats in a row. Perhaps I know his purpose!"

Xi Fenglie smiled coldly, casually tossed the map with special markings to Gore, then raised his whip and spurred his horse past Gore.

Gore took the map, a surge of surprise in his heart, a look of doubt still lingering on his face. He was about to turn and ask why, but West Wind had already spurred his horse and galloped away...

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"My lord, I will go with you."

Traveling by the light of the moon, they finally left the territory of Taran City and entered the area of ​​Mount Issu at dawn. While resting in the mountains, when the commander ordered the entire army to rest on the spot, he suddenly turned his horse around.

Captain Berger rushed forward anxiously.

Sikong Jin looked down at Berger, her calm eyes showing some weariness, and her beautiful face showing a hint of exhaustion and haggardness. She held the riding whip and waved it slightly, saying in a deep voice, "Your mission is to bring our two thousand brothers back to Malan City safely. Xifeng Lie probably won't let us leave so easily. Since his target is me, I will go after him. It just so happens that I also want to test my skills against him. I've heard that this man is quite extraordinary."

Along the way, they avoided the main roads and took secluded mountain paths. This was partly to avoid Xi Fenglie's eyes and ears, and partly to avoid internal spies. Sikong Jin's orders were always very swift, almost always decisive decisions. Sometimes even Berger and Atai couldn't figure out what he was trying to do or what his next plan was.

"However, my lord, I am worried that Prince Xifeng will not let you leave easily. He may have deployed many experts along the Lanxi River to harm you!"

"Don't worry. Remember, send out several scouts ahead to explore the way. This journey is very dangerous, so don't panic if anything happens. If you don't see me return by tomorrow evening, secretly take a detour. It's better to go a little further than to take a shortcut, understand?"

Sikong Jin couldn't help but give the instructions again.

“My lord, I should take the guards and accompany you to the appointment. Nothing is more important than your safety.” Berger felt a little uneasy upon hearing Sikong Jin’s words, so he insisted.

Sikong Jin shook his head. “You have been leading your brothers out into the world for many years and have experience in handling all kinds of emergencies. I trust you to lead the troops. This time, I will let Atai and a few guards accompany me.”

"grown ups……"

"That's settled then, Atai, get on the horse!"

Before Berger could say anything more, Sikong Jin had already raised her whip and spurred her horse forward at full speed.

Atai and eight guards quickly mounted their horses and followed closely behind.

The grasslands in spring are incredibly enchanting, stretching as far as the eye can see with their boundless green expanse, clear skies, and fluffy white clouds drifting slowly across the azure horizon. A cool breeze wafts in from the horizon, and the undulating green grasslands resemble a painting swaying in the wind, captivating all who behold them.

The water in Lanxi is clear and delicate, flowing gently across the grassland and meandering southeastward.

The Lanxi River originates from the Malan Mountains, a mountain range on the border between the Liao and Yong dynasties. It flows through the border between the two dynasties and runs through the northwestern region of Yong. The Liao and Yong dynasties used this river as the boundary to divide their territories.

Although Lanxi is called a stream, it is actually a major river. Theoretically, it should be called Lanjiang or Lanxijiang. However, it is not a tributary of Shenglanjiang. In this Northwest region, it is called the Mother River by the local people, nurturing a large part of the Northwest population.

On the banks of the Lanxi River at the border of Tata City and Yisu Mountain, a suspension bridge several tens of meters long spans the river like a soaring dragon. This bridge is a very important link between the Liao and Yong dynasties. However, it is still springtime, and the snow and ice on the mountains above have not completely melted. The dry season on the grassland has not yet completely passed, so the Lanxi River is not as turbulent as it is in late spring or summer and autumn when there is plenty of rain. In fact, there are still many shallow areas on both sides of the bridge that can be waded across.

Meanwhile, not far above the bridge, in a pavilion beside a lonely, unnamed tree on a shallow beach, a young man dressed in a magnificent moon-colored robe sat quietly on a stone bench. The young man had extremely delicate and beautiful features, snow-white skin, light-colored lips, and his hair was tied up with a black jade hairpin. He was slightly thin, but he looked like he had a spirit that transcended the mundane world.

At this moment, he was leisurely stretching out his slender, white fingertips to separate the black and white pieces on the chessboard in front of him, while a fresh and elegant aroma of tea kept wafting from the stove next to him, which was refreshing and pleasant.

There wasn't a soul around the pavilion. In the vast grassland, this small pavilion stood alone on the banks of the Lanxi River, attracting much attention.

On the Liao Dynasty side of Lanxi, Xi Fenglie and his guards were on a slightly raised mound a few hundred meters away from the pavilion. He had just reined in his horse and was looking up at the pavilion, where he could vaguely see what was happening inside.

"Your Highness, look, a man in white is already waiting in the pavilion!"

The guard beside him quickly reined in his horse, looked towards the pavilion, and pointed at the white figure inside.

Xi Fenglie narrowed his deep pupils slightly, looking at the white-clad figure in the pavilion. He pointed his riding whip at the white figure, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Is that person Sikong Jin?"

I heard from the scouts how brave and fierce Sikong Jin was in battle, but now I see her with such a physique. Her slender body looks like it could be blown over by a gust of wind. She looks so weak. Could this be Sikong Jin?

The guard stared at the figure for a long time before nodding and replying, "Your Highness, it should be him. He seems to be the only one in the pavilion, with only one horse beside him. Your Highness, should I send someone over to investigate?"