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

As they drew closer, they realized it was a scout they had sent out. At this moment, an arrow was stuck in the scout's back, and blood stained his shoulder red, yet he still managed to remain calm on his young face.

He approached Xing Fuhua, reined in his horse tightly, and weakly pointed to a direction behind him, his voice barely audible, "Your Highness... the Liao army..."

Xing Fuhua frowned slightly and glanced at the guard beside her. The guard understood and stepped forward to help the young scout.

"Liao troops spotted ahead?"

Xing Fuhua asked.

The scout nodded.

"how many people?"

"Approximately... one squadron..."

A squadron, which means roughly two hundred people?

Xing Fuhua's delicate eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper. Looking at the brave soldier, she nodded gently, "I understand. Take him down to treat his injuries first."

Are you coming?

A faint, suppressed weariness suddenly surfaced in Xing Fuhua's eyes. She slightly raised her head, gazing at the northern sky, and for a fleeting moment, the delicate face of someone appeared before her eyes again—

It seems like another tough battle is about to begin. Have you been feeling the same way as me these past few days?

Only after experiencing such a life firsthand could Xing Fuhua truly understand how heavy the burdens on the shoulders of her father, Ji Wuge, and Sikong Jin were. They were all risking their lives to guard the defenses of the entire Dayong Dynasty, just to give them a peaceful and tranquil haven.

She wanted to share some of their burdens, so she worked hard and tried her best, not only for what she cared about, but also because of her responsibilities. She was the ninth princess of Dayong, and her father was Prince Duan, who cared about the world and the people.

……

The sun had set, night had fallen, stars had risen, and the night wind blew across the desolate wasteland. In the faint sound of the wind came the clash of swords, and a bloody smell wafted over.

The wasteland was engulfed in flames of war, weapons lay scattered on the ground, and pitiful cries and groans filled the air.

The battle began at dusk and lasted for two hours.

After receiving the scout's report, Xing Fuhua led his troops to turn around and intercepted the Liao army squadron at the edge of the wasteland, which was heading towards a small village called Lujiazhuang not far behind.

Xing Fuhua's guards were extremely brave and skilled in battle. They pounced on the invaders with lightning speed, and the two sides quickly engaged in a fierce battle. In the end, Xing Fuhua narrowly won. After all, facing a force that outnumbered him by twice as many as himself, the pressure was considerable.

By the firelight, Xing Fuhua looked at the soldiers who were busy cleaning up the battlefield. Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves came from behind. The guards stopped and respectfully greeted the newcomer, "General Ji!"

Ji Wuge rode forward and came to Xing Fuhua's side, his handsome face seemingly somewhat solemn.

"Brother Ji, what brings you here?"

Xing Fuhua turned her head with some surprise to look at Ji Wuge, who had stopped beside her.

Ji Wuge's sharp gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield before he looked at Xing Fuhua and asked, "I came to check on you as soon as I received the message. Are you alright?"

Xing Fuhua shook her head and put the sword in her hand into the quiver by the saddle. "It's alright. Luckily we arrived in time, otherwise the people here would have suffered again."

“A whole squadron of men. The Liao army has become increasingly ruthless lately.” Ji Wuge sighed inwardly before continuing, “Let’s go back to the city. There seems to be news coming from Malan City.”

Upon hearing this, Xing Fuhua's eyes lit up with surprise and delight. "Is there news about Brother Jin?"

"I still don't know. More than two months have passed since the Fengyuting Incident, and there is still no news of him. I heard that the Liao emperor has sent troops everywhere to search for and kill him, and has also mobilized the forces of the Jianghu. I don't know what the situation is now."

Ji Wuge frowned and said, "The situation at the border is tense right now. The lord has already applied to the court to transfer Ajin back to Malan City. Recently, the lord has also been trying to send out secret guards to search for Ajin's whereabouts, but..."

Upon hearing this, Xing Fuhua's eyes showed deep worry. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Has His Majesty approved Father's application?"

"With my father and elder brother's strong support in the court, as well as the connections of the Minister of Works' Mansion, the Emperor had no choice but to agree. The imperial edict should be delivered to Hangu City in the next two days, so don't worry. Right now, we just need to find Ajin's whereabouts. His 40,000-strong army has successfully joined forces, and his bodyguard captain, Berger, has also led 2,000 men back to Malan City. The Lord has already made arrangements for them, and now we are just waiting for news of Ajin."

"What exactly is he trying to do? How could he leave the guard alone and disappear without a trace while he was injured?"

……

"Your Highness?"

On a bright afternoon, deep in a bamboo grove outside Luoyang, a refreshing breeze quietly slipped in as the door of the bamboo house was pushed open. The slender and upright man standing by the window, with one hand behind his back, was dressed in a snow-white robe that swayed gently in the wind, like large snowflakes blooming in the cool breeze.

Hearing the voice, the man in white did not respond. His indifferent gaze remained fixed on the book in his hands, and his noble and aloof face remained as calm as ever.

Feng Yang tiptoed over and carefully approached, stopping behind him. A slight smile played on his lips as he whispered, "Your Highness, the Princess has arrived and is just outside the door."

As soon as Feng Yang finished speaking, Di Beizun's eyes suddenly widened, and his long, slender hand behind his back clenched slightly as he frowned. "What is she doing here?"

"The Eldest Princess has just returned from the Liao Dynasty. Knowing that Your Highness is in Luoyang, she came to visit you. Your Highness, it has been more than a year since you last saw the Eldest Princess."

Feng Yang reminded him.

"Let her in."

Di Beizun uttered these words casually, then raised his hand and leisurely turned the page of the book in his hand.

……

Soon, in the blink of an eye, a woman dressed in a light blue gauze dress and wearing a veil walked in with light steps. When she saw Di Beizun reading a book by the window, a faint glint of light flashed in her bright eyes. Without disturbing him, she went straight to the side of the couch, sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it.

"How would I know you were here if I wasn't curious?"

The woman smiled as she looked at Emperor Beizun, whose white robes swayed in the breeze, and asked in a low voice.

Di Beizun slowly turned around and looked at the woman on the couch in front of him. Seeing that she looked travel-worn, he turned to Feng Yang beside him and said indifferently, "Go and prepare some wine and dishes."

"Yes, His Royal Highness!"

Feng Yang quickly withdrew.