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

Sikong Jin, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly frowned in pain and coughed a few times intermittently. A little black blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Seeing that she had one arm pressed tightly against her chest and was curled up in a defensive posture, Di Beizun's usually calm eyes dimmed slightly in an instant.

After a moment, he finally lowered his eyes slightly, and seemed to sigh inwardly. Without hesitation, he reached into his sleeve, took out a black jade bottle, opened it, and put the last black pill inside into Sikong Jin's mouth. Then, he helped her lean against him, covered her palm with his own, and slowly channeled a powerful stream of pure Yang energy into her body...

An hour later, the door that had been tightly closed finally opened, and Feng Yang, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately went to greet it.

The Crown Prince of Dibei slowly walked out of the room. His expression was no longer as cold as before; instead, it appeared somewhat deep, and there was a hint of weariness in his unpredictable eyes.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Feng Yang asked with concern.

Di Beizun glanced at Feng Yang but didn't answer. He looked up slightly at the full moon in the distant night sky, casually handed over a prescription, and said with a smirk, "Go and get the medicine."

"Is Lord Sikong alright?"

Feng Yang craned his neck to look inside and asked in a low voice, "He's badly injured. I heard he was also poisoned. After enduring this for so long, the poison has probably penetrated deep into his internal organs!"

Di Beizun himself possessed extraordinary medical skills, and Feng Yang, who had been by Di Beizun's side for many years, also had some discernment. Seeing Sikong Jin's appearance just now, and recalling the information he had received from the secret guards recently, it was not difficult for him to know that Sikong Jin had been poisoned.

“Xi Fenglie’s Yin-Cold Palm… Soul-Severing Powder… She could suppress it for so long, and no matter how hard she tried, no one could save her.” Di Beizun said in a low voice, with a hint of inexplicable sigh in his tone, “With such a personality… it’s not hard to understand why she ended up like this.”

After speaking, he suddenly turned and walked into the corridor, his emotions seemingly strange and his expression somewhat unsettled.

Feng Yang paused for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words, and then could only busy himself with getting the medicine.

Through the dense bamboo forest, the first rays of morning sunlight slowly shone in, and the rustling bamboo grove echoed with the faint chirping of birds. A light, cool breeze, carrying an indescribable fragrance, drifted in from the window.

Sikong Jin groaned and slowly awoke from the soreness all over her body. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw a light-colored curtain. The ground beneath her was soft, unlike the cold stones and piles of grass she had to endure every time she woke up in the previous months. She could tell that she was sleeping on a soft bed.

She raised her hand to her forehead, her dizzy head making her vision blurry and her body weak. The wound still throbbed with pain, but she felt surprisingly refreshed. She looked around and found the surroundings unfamiliar. Startled, she realized that several fragments of memories were flashing through her mind.

She only snapped out of her daze when she heard the clear sound of water being poured beside her. She subconsciously turned her head, and a snow-white figure came into view. When she looked up and saw the cold and alluring handsome face in front of her, she gasped. Scenes from last night flooded her mind.

"Emperor Bei Zun!"

She gasped in a hoarse, dry voice, her pale, bloodless face filled with surprise—

She remembered that while she was unconscious, someone seemed to be healing her and bandaging her wounds. In a daze, she also seemed to see this man before she passed out, but she thought it was all a dream. She never expected that it was all real!

"It's you! I thought it was a hallucination!"

Sikong Jin coughed a few times, her throat suddenly feeling like it was on fire, incredibly dry.

Di Beizun glanced at her indifferently, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't speak. Instead, he handed the water he had poured to Sikong Jin. Sikong Jin took it casually, gulped it down in a few mouthfuls, and then handed the empty cup back, saying, "More!"

Di Beizun narrowed his eyes, stared at her for a moment, and then poured her another cup.

After drinking three or four cups of water, Sikong Jin finally felt much more awake. She wiped the moisture from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's so good to see you alive! How did you know I came to Luoyang?"

"With your exceptional martial arts skills and courageous courage, I suppose you don't need me to help you."

Di Beizun placed the empty cup in his hand on the coffee table beside him, glanced coldly at Sikong Jin on the bed, a slight smile curving his lips, and suddenly turned around to look at the bamboo forest swaying in the wind outside the window.

Sikong Jin could easily detect the sarcasm in his words. She paused for a moment, then a simple, innocent smile appeared on her pale face. Her tone was very humble, "How could that be? My martial arts skills are terrible. I really didn't expect that after almost a year apart, you would save my life again, cousin. Fate, it's fate! Sometimes, you can't help but marvel at fate. I really didn't expect you, cousin..."

Before Sikong Jin could finish speaking, she felt a chilling aura wash over her. She quickly looked up and saw Di Beizun staring coldly at her. She trembled, coughed a few times, and then smiled, "Your Highness... Your Highness, the Respected Crown Prince Di Beizun!"

"Thank you for saving my life again!" Sikong Jin said gratefully, glancing cautiously at Di Beizun. Seeing that he remained silent, as if she didn't exist, Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow and sighed inwardly, "I never thought that I, Sikong Jin, would have this day of being a hero saving a beauty... This feeling is quite nice, no wonder so many women like this scene."

Sikong Jin's voice was low, but Di Beizun was a highly skilled martial artist, and every word Sikong Jin said reached his ears. His expression changed slightly, and he looked at Sikong Jin with a strange gaze. His deep voice carried a faint smile, "Hero? I am certainly worthy of the title, but do you consider yourself a beauty?"

Upon hearing this, Lady Sikong was suddenly taken aback. Her delicate eyebrows rose, and following his gaze, she looked at herself. She saw that she was wearing a loose-fitting undergarment that was clearly not her size, and the feeling of restraint at her chest was completely gone. Her expression immediately changed, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her chest. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she glared at him with a gloomy expression. "Did you change your clothes?"

Upon seeing this, Di Beizun suddenly smiled; the answer was obvious.

Sikong Jin stared at him for a long time, her expression shifting between anger and frustration, before finally bursting into a cough...