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

"You really aren't afraid of death. Tell me, what do you want?"

Xi Fenglie gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke, and spoke coldly. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough a few times.

Sikong Jin was in so much pain that she almost fainted. Part of her weight was pressed down on Xifeng Lie's shoulder by the Moon Soul in her hand, and a deep bloodstain quickly appeared on Xifeng Lie's slender white neck.

She swallowed hard, the metallic taste rising in her throat, and tried to keep her voice steady, "Tell your men to withdraw from the Issu Canyon, or my sword will not discriminate!"

Upon hearing this, Xi Fenglie's expression immediately turned ugly, his dark eyes gathering a storm of black violence. "Is this the purpose of your invitation to have tea with me today? Did you know that I would be setting up an ambush there?"

Sikong Jin sneered, "If you, Xifeng Lie, couldn't have thought of this, then you'd be a fool. To be honest, you're someone who's made me lose face and forced me to resort to such a ruthless tactic. My patience for having your men withdraw from the Issu Canyon is running out!"

Sikong Jin increased the pressure in her hands, and the blood that had spread down Xifenglie's neck had already soaked his collar. The strong smell of blood was so strong that it almost made people faint.

"How dare you! Release our Crown Prince, or you will be torn to pieces!"

At this moment, Xi Fenglie's guards and Atai and others also rushed over!

"Sir, are you okay?"

Atai looked at the sharp blade that Xifeng Lie still had on Sikong Jin's shoulder, and a look of fear and worry flashed across his eyes. Moreover, the master's face was getting worse and worse, and he was probably seriously injured.

"Your men, step back!"

Sikong Jin pressed down on Yue Po, and under Xi Fenglie's deep gaze, pulled out the sharp knife stuck in his shoulder in one breath. Ignoring the hideous wound, he forced him to retreat towards Atai.

"They would not hesitate to harm His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Stand back!"

The sharp pain in his neck made Xi Fenglie frown slightly. He gave a cold order, and the guards dared not step forward.

"Send your men immediately to order your troops to withdraw from the Issu Canyon, quick!"

Sikong Jin suppressed the urge to faint. Although her voice was sharp, a hint of weakness could be heard. This caused a dark glint to flash in Xifeng Lie's eyes, but Sikong Jin quickly caught it. Without thinking, she tightly gripped Xifeng Lie's arm with one hand and held her sword with the other. She pressed most of her weight onto Xifeng Lie, making him almost unable to move. In particular, as Sikong Jin approached, a strange, cool fragrance wafted into his nose, making him feel uneasy all over!

Seeing that Xi Fenglie did not react, Sikong Jin pressed down on Yue Po again. The sharp pain became clearer and clearer. Xi Fenglie had no choice but to grit his teeth, take off the jade pendant from his waist and throw it on the ground. With some forbearance and difficulty, he said to the captain of the guard in front of him, "Take the jade pendant and order Lord Gore to withdraw the troops, immediately!"

"Yes! I'll go right away!"

"Sikong Jin, if you dare to harm our prince in the slightest, the iron cavalry of the Great Liao will surely raze your Great Yong to the ground, and you will die without a burial place!"

The guard left those words behind before hurriedly picking up the jade pendant, mounting his horse, and departing.

"Now, please come with us, Prince Xifeng. Don't worry, as long as my people are safe, you will be safe too."

A weak smile appeared on Sikong Jin's pale face. She took a few steps back and looked at Xifeng Lie's guards opposite her. "If you don't want the wound on his neck to get any deeper, then get back. Don't follow me!"

"His Royal Highness..."

The guards were at a loss.

"Just do it!"

The smile that flashed across Xi Fenglie's face was utterly chilling...

The northwest was quiet at dusk. The sun had long since set, and through the dense forest, one could faintly see the dim light of day. A cool breeze blew continuously, and a chilly coldness lingered in the air.

As darkness fell, the sound of rapid hoofbeats broke the evening silence on the path leading to the Issu Valley. Following the sound in the dim twilight, one could see several riders, their bodies shrouded in cold air, galloping towards the horizon. They seemed to be in a great hurry.

The lead rider was a young man dressed in a moon-colored robe. He had a handsome and refined appearance, but his face was bloodless, his lips were pale, and his robe from his shoulders to his chest was stained with blood. He was weakly half-lying on his horse, moving forward at high speed. Behind him were several men dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with two people sitting on one of the riders.

"Sir, let's stop for a moment and bandage the wound!"

Seeing Sikong Jin swaying precariously on her horse ahead, Atai rushed forward, his brow furrowed with worry.

"It's alright, we must get to Isoo Canyon as soon as possible."

Sikong Jin responded weakly and sped up her pace. She was so weak that she was only able to keep going by her strong willpower.

Although Xi Fenglie was in her hands at the moment, the medicine would soon wear off, and once his internal strength recovered, they would be doomed. Therefore, she had no choice but to press the acupoints on his shoulder to temporarily stop the bleeding. She had no time to care about anything else.

Atai felt helpless. Seeing Sikong Jin's strong and forbearing appearance, he felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he could only spur his horse and hurry to catch up.

As night fell, a faint crescent moon gradually appeared in the east. When the first rays of sunlight from the crescent moon slanted through the thick clouds and into the forest, Sikong Jin, who was enduring discomfort and pain as she struggled to keep going, finally reached her limit.

'Bah! '

Not far from the exit of the Issu Canyon, after Sikong Jin and his two thousand subordinates, including Berger who had been waiting for a long time, safely passed through the canyon, Sikong Jin felt a sweet taste in his throat. The fishy taste that he had been holding back for so long finally burst out. His vision blurred, and he collapsed weakly from his horse.

The icy pain began to spread sharply throughout my body, and my whole body trembled and almost spasmed.

Berger was taken aback. He hurriedly dismounted and rushed over, helping Sikong Jin to her feet. He asked anxiously, "My lord, how are you? You are badly injured. Let's rest for a while before we go. We've already broken out of the canyon. We don't need to worry about the Liao army setting up an ambush ahead."

Sikong Jin leaned weakly against Berger, pressing the Moon Soul in her hand tightly to the ground, struggling to support herself. She shook her head and said, "No, time is short. The Liao army is right behind us. We must hurry on our way and leave here to enter the Malan Mountains."

As soon as he finished speaking, a metallic sweetness rushed from his mouth again, but this time, the blood he vomited was tinged with a dark color and carried a slight chill. Atai, who had come to meet him, was immediately shocked—