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

"Sikong Jin! You are utterly unreasonable!"

Di Beizun's face turned pale and then red. Even with his good patience, he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by her accusations. She was about to fall under someone else's knife, but she just wouldn't admit defeat. This was completely different from her usual wicked and unruly nature. He didn't know that she was so strong-willed!

"I am indeed unreasonable. Anyway, I didn't ask you to save me, nor did I ask you to tolerate me. You are the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with a noble status. It would be too disgraceful and a great injustice for you to save me. It is a blessing that I, Sikong Jin, have accumulated over countless lifetimes. I am truly unworthy of such kindness! I would probably be able to repay this favor even if I were to serve you like a cow or a horse. Your help has made me feel apprehensive!"

"you……"

'Bah! '

Hearing the arguing coming from inside, Feng Yang, who had just finished brewing the medicine, rushed in. Sure enough, he saw that the two people by the bed looked very unwell, especially his own prince, whose handsome face was as gloomy as if a storm was about to break.

In his memory, His Highness the Crown Prince had never been so angry before. He had always been unfathomable and calm. Who would have thought that this time he would be so angered by Lord Sikong? At this moment, Lord Sikong was disheveled, his hands clenched into fists, and he angrily turned his head to look at the ground in front of him. Feng Yang did not get a clear look at Lord Sikong's angry expression.

"Your Highness!"

Feng Yang gave a wry smile and forced himself to take the medicine over. "Lord Sikong, the medicine is ready. Drink it while it's hot. This is a prescription personally written by His Highness. Drinking it will help you recover quickly."

While trying to smooth things over, Feng Yang placed the medicine in his hand in front of the bed, forcing a smile on his face.

Sikong Jin turned her head away, not even glancing at Feng Yang, but instead coldly looked at the furious Di Beizun, and sneered, "This official cannot afford to have His Highness the Crown Prince treat this official's illness. This official cannot afford to drink this medicine, I will not drink it!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yang was immediately taken aback. "Lord Sikong, your injuries haven't healed yet. You must take your medicine on time, otherwise you'll suffer. You don't know, you almost..."

"I deserve to die, since I was going to be finished sooner or later anyway!"

Sikong Jin's tone was impulsive; she was completely out of her mind with anger. All the grievances, anger, and resentment she had been suppressing for some time suddenly erupted like a volcano, beyond her control. "This time, I'll consider myself to owe you a life. You can come and take it whenever you want."

As she spoke, she threw off the covers, her face deathly pale, and tried to get out of bed despite the excruciating pain all over her body.

Feng Yang was shocked and was about to step forward to stop him when Di Beizun's face also turned pale instantly. A cold, angry glint flashed in his usually unpredictable eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and overturned the tray in Feng Yang's hands. With a few loud 'bangs,' the bowl of medicine on the tray spilled all over the ground, leaving crumbs and fragments everywhere. Feng Yang was startled, and even Sikong Jin was stunned, staring blankly at the fragments on the ground, unable to utter a word...

"Drink it or not, it's up to you! Sikong Jin, I've been meddling. Do whatever you want from now on, it's none of my business!"

He coldly uttered these words, then turned and left, leaving the two of them with only a cold, indifferent back view.

Sikong Jin's body stiffened, her hands supporting her on the edge of the bed went limp, and watching his resolute and indifferent back as he stormed off in anger, a strange pain shot through her chest. Suddenly, she felt a tightness in her chest, shortness of breath, and a violent coughing fit erupted. Her body went limp, and she was about to collapse off the bed—

Feng Yang quickly reached out to support her, but when he felt that soft touch, his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked up at Sikong Jin, whose face was pale but who exuded an air of elegance...

woman!

This realization rushed into Feng Yang's mind, giving him a jolt, and his mind immediately went blank!

No wonder I always felt something was off about Sikong Jin – she always had a subtle, elegant feminine charm about her!

No wonder His Highness's emotions are always unpredictable because of her, and he cares for her far more than ordinary people.

She even made him so angry that he stormed off...

He had always known that His Highness had a special feeling for Sikong Jin. He originally thought it was just because of Princess Fenghua and Sikong Jin's personality, but he never expected that Sikong Jin was actually a woman!

Noticing Feng Yang's shock, Si Kongjin, whose face was pale, remained remarkably calm. She pushed Feng Yang away, hunched over on the bed, clasped her hands together, and buried her face in her knees, her long, flowing hair completely obscuring her face.

Feng Yang stood there dumbfounded for a while, but didn't know what to say. After looking at the motionless Sikong Jin for a long time, he could only sigh inwardly, bend down, clean up the broken pieces on the ground, and silently leave the room.

Listening to the sound of Feng Yang's footsteps fading into the distance, Sikong Jin finally lifted her head from her knees after a long while. A gentle breeze kept blowing in from the window beside her, and the thin undergarment she wore made her feel a little cold. She couldn't help but shrink back, then reached out and pulled the blanket over herself, a subtle complexity flickering in her starry eyes—

It was so fragile, frustrating, helpless, lonely, and desolate...

As evening fell, the setting sun shone like blood, its golden rays scattering across the ground.

Outside the railing in the backyard of the bamboo house, Di Beizun stood leaning against the railing, one hand on the railing and the other holding a teacup. He looked calmly at the sliver of sunlight that pierced through the bamboo forest in front of him. His tall and slightly thin figure looked somewhat desolate and forlorn.

Looking at him, Feng Yang felt a pang of worry and heartache. Then, thinking of the Lord Sikong in the room who had been sitting in the same position for the entire afternoon, without saying a word or moving, and whose condition was not good, Feng Yang could only sigh deeply. After thinking for a moment, he finally walked over cautiously.

"Your Highness, Lord Sikong... she has been sitting motionless all afternoon without eating or drinking. Her injuries are still not healed, and this will likely worsen her condition. She hasn't even taken her medicine..."

Feng Yang kept his voice very low, afraid that his master might slap him away if he was displeased. His Highness the Crown Prince had always disliked people who meddle in other people's business. Although he himself did not know whether Lord Sikong's matter was considered a meddlesome matter in His Highness's mind, it was clear that His Highness was in a very bad mood at the moment. Although his expression was calm, the look in his eyes was very complicated. Even Feng Yang could faintly feel that faint sense of irritation.