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

Sikong Jin looked at the exquisite fruit in her hand, a sarcastic smile curving her lips. "How dare I? If His Highness the Crown Prince were to be enraged, I might be reduced to dust."

"I don't want to argue with you, so you should stop now. If you're still angry with me because I saw your body, I promise to take responsibility. You don't need to be so sarcastic. If it weren't for Little Marten worrying about you, I wouldn't bother to do anything."

Di Beizun suppressed the surging anger in his chest, his gaze sweeping across Sikong Jin's delicate and beautiful face like the wind. His deep, silent eyes concealed a multitude of emotions: forbearance, anger, struggle, pity, and agitation...

Amidst a multitude of emotions, even Di Beizun himself couldn't discern the meaning within. Subconsciously, he simply didn't want the two of them to be so angry. Throughout his life, others had always tolerated him, admired him, obeyed him, and revered him like a god. Yet she dared to be so despicable and shameless, plotting against him, taking advantage of him, digging pits for him to fall into, using him, and then discarding him once she was done with him. Just like now, he had saved her, but she still didn't appreciate it!

It's like offending the Grand Duke Jupiter, and all you can do is endure it.

"Take responsibility? The way you're talking makes it sound like I should kneel down and thank you."

Sikong Jin smiled coldly and said dismissively, "I am no different from those pretentious little women. I just don't like your attitude and tone."

"Sikong Jin, you were the first to speak with barbs."

Di Beizun gave a faint reminder, his dark eyes dimming as he quietly looked at her. Suddenly, he sighed inwardly—why should he bother arguing with a little woman about these things?

After thinking for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Your body hasn't recovered yet. We can talk about it later. Take your medicine and eat your meal first."

Such a tone was already a sign of regression; after all, for someone as proud and supreme as him, this was already quite good. Not to mention he personally came to visit in the middle of the night.

Sikong Jin listened, remained silent for a moment, then turned her head angrily and glared at him, "Hmph!"

Di Beizun suppressed all his anger instantly. Seeing that her complexion was not good and there was some fatigue between her brows, he stopped arguing with her and let her glare at him. He said in a low voice, "Although the Condensing Power Pill is effective, your physical strength was severely depleted before. You cannot take it for a short period of time, otherwise it will leave you with hidden injuries."

Sensing his concession, Sikong Jin didn't say anything more. After thinking for a moment, she lowered her eyes and said, "I didn't expect that Xifeng Lie's blade was also poisoned. Otherwise, with just his Yin Han Palm alone, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state. I thought only I would do such a despicable thing."

A self-deprecating, bitter smile tugged at Sikong Jin's pale, delicate face, not forgetting that the wound on her shoulder was still aching.

A short while later, Feng Yang brought out the heated medicine and food, placed them on the table, and then discreetly disappeared.

Di Beizun looked at the still steaming medicinal liquid beside him, and after a moment, slowly reached out and picked it up.

"How do you know the Yin-Cold Palm technique of the Western Wind Fierce?"

Seeing Sikong Jin reach out and take the medicine bowl, Di Beizun sat down by the bedside, his deep, dark eyes gazing at Sikong Jin's pale, lifeless face, and asked in a low voice.

He knew that she would naturally suffer such a loss. He was now clear about the whole story of the Fengyuting Incident. Although he couldn't pay much attention to her, he had a very good grasp of Xifenglie's information.

Sikong Jin frowned and drank the medicine in the bowl in a few gulps. She handed the bowl to him, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and said helplessly with a furrowed brow, "This is a long story. I crippled his 20,000 prisoners of war and burned his Tata City. He hates me to the bone and wishes he could eat my flesh and drink my blood. I originally wanted to sneak back to Tata City to find an opportunity to provoke conflict between Tiansheng and Da Liao. I didn't expect Xifeng Lie to not fall for it. Instead, I was treated as a spy and hunted down everywhere. If it weren't for my cleverness and high martial arts skills, I would have almost died in Tata City."

Sikong Jin's tone was somewhat elusive, and she spoke quite simply, but Di Beizun could sense the despair she felt at that moment. It seemed that he had done something similar many years ago, but on the border between their Great Zhou and Tian Sheng. There were over a hundred experts who tried to assassinate him, all ruthless figures in the martial arts world who were feared by anyone. However, none of those experts returned alive; they all became victims of his blade. He, too, was severely injured and had to rest for several months after returning to the capital of Great Zhou before he could barely recover.

"Xi Fenglie's martial arts skills are not much worse than mine. If we fight with complete focus, you may not be his match."

After thinking for a moment, Emperor Beizun suddenly spoke.

He had heard of Xi Fenglie before. From the intelligence he received, he could tell that Xi Fenglie was a very shrewd and formidable opponent, and was very likely to become his rival in the future.

However, upon hearing this, Sikong Jin was displeased. She looked up at Di Beizun with some annoyance and said dismissively, "Nonsense! I successfully kidnapped him back then! What do you mean I'm no match for him? His martial arts are just so-so, and his cunning is far inferior to mine. Besides, didn't I successfully escape their encirclement with my brothers? My martial arts are quite formidable. Xifeng Lie is no match for me. If I wasn't worried that Berger and the others couldn't handle it, even if all 100,000 of their troops came to capture me, I was confident that I could break through their central army and escape successfully. Do you believe me?"

Hearing Sikong Jin's eagerness to prove himself, a subtle trace suddenly appeared on Di Beizun's handsome face, and a perfect smile curved his lips. His deep voice softened slightly, "I know you like to portray yourself as a hero, but even I would have to think twice before trying to break through the central army of Xifenglie's 100,000 Eagle Divisions."

Sikong Jin frowned. "Is that all the courage you have? To catch the thief, you must first catch the king. Charging into the central army and taking Xifeng Lie hostage would be a piece of cake for you, wouldn't it? Why be so modest? Excessive modesty is arrogance, don't you know that?"

"I do not take risks without being certain of success."

Di Beizun suddenly smiled, turning his gaze to the candlelight flickering in the cool breeze on the table. A strange, faint glow appeared on his handsome face as he said softly, "Moreover, I don't like being a hero. The word 'hero' often carries too much burden."