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

Hearing his words, Sikong Jin was suddenly stunned. Her delicate hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the thin blanket. After a long silence, she looked up at him and sighed softly, "It's as if I really like being a hero. You are the future supreme emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You have many responsibilities to bear. Why be so sentimental with me? I don't like being a hero either, but if you don't do certain things, you won't be able to protect what you have to protect. You have no choice but to fight. That's fate."

"By the way, back when you left the capital of Dayong, I heard that you were going back to your capital of Dazhou to ascend the throne. How come you're still called Crown Prince? Shouldn't we be calling you Your Majesty?"

Sikong Jin suddenly remembered this matter. Although she had not been paying attention to Di Beizun's situation, she had thought that if he ascended the throne, she, as a good friend, should at least send him a decent gift. However, this matter seemed to have been shelved.

Di Beizun raised his sleeve, elegantly adjusted it, and said calmly, "Next spring will be the time."

Will you come to my coronation ceremony?

He suddenly asked this question, turned his head to look at Sikong Jin on the bed, his gaze was deep and shimmering with a faint brilliance, and his tone seemed somewhat solemn.

Sikong Jin's clear eyes flickered with a faint light, a gentle breeze sweeping across his cold and handsome face. He clutched the thin blanket in his hand, thought for a long time, and then nodded, replying, "Hmm... we'll see when the time comes. If I can go, I will naturally go. After all, we are friends with a very deep relationship, and you will certainly not be short of gifts."

Upon hearing this answer, Crown Prince Dibei smiled, a hint of unfathomable brilliance suddenly appearing on his captivating face. He lowered his gaze to look at Sikong Jin's delicate hands clutching the thin blanket and said with a rare smile, "Alright, I'll wait for you."

His breathtaking smile caught her eye, and she could still faintly hear his laughter. Lady Sikong's chest trembled inexplicably, and she was almost instantly captivated by his charm—this man was so beautiful that she was almost intoxicated by him!

After looking at him for a long time, Lord Sikong suddenly took a deep breath and murmured with a sigh, "A monstrous talent of the level of a femme fatale... It's just a pity that he is not my possession... If I could be like this Linglong Fruit, carrying it on my person, looking at it whenever I want, and eating it whenever I want, that would be great."

Sikong Jin's voice was very low, but Di Beizun's keen ears clearly heard every word she said. He paused, his gaze lingering on the candlelight for a moment, and after a long while, he turned his gaze to her pale, thoughtful face, only to see that she seemed to be recalling something, as if she had suddenly remembered something—

"Actually, I still have to thank you. If it weren't for you, there probably wouldn't be a person like me, Sikong Jin, in this world. My attitude was so bad, do you think I have a bad character?"

Sikong Jin's gaze was calm as water. Suddenly, she shed her usual stubbornness and unruliness, and her whole demeanor became much more peaceful. "Actually, I'm not used to others helping me. You know, once you owe someone a favor, it's hard to repay it later. In my opinion, a person's life should at least be open, unrestrained, and free to be truly happy."

Di Beizun knew what she was referring to, and after a moment of silence, he replied, "We can't force everyone to have a positive view of us. Even reclusive masters and otherworldly experts might not be able to do that. In life, one is always forced by many things. You should get used to it and not worry about it."

“I am not you, and you are not me. There are some things I might tell you but you might not understand. Sometimes I really want to find a place in the far-off border where no one knows me and open a black shop. I’ve already come up with a name for it: the First Building on the Border. And I, Sikong Jin, will be the most beautiful flower on the border. I won’t have to travel around like this all the time.”

A rip-off shop?

The smile on Di Beizun's lips suddenly widened, a flower blooming on the border...

That's something someone with her personality would do.

"If you can get through this, everything will be alright. Why did you come to Luoyang?"

Di Beizun didn't know what to say. Seeing a hint of melancholy and confusion in her eyes, he suddenly changed the subject. It seemed nice to hear her talk about something else. He had never talked to anyone like this before. Unexpectedly, chatting with her felt quite good and relaxing.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin couldn't help but sigh, her eyes revealing an undisguised weariness. She sighed and said, "I am seriously injured. Although Xifeng Lie promised to let us go, there is no guarantee that the Emperor of Liao will not secretly send people to kill us. Their target is me, so separating from Berger and the others can avoid some trouble. Besides, I want to see Xiao Mo. It has been more than a year, so of course I want to see how he is doing."

At this point, Sikong Jin suddenly paused, looked up at Di Beizun, and said, "And you? How did you end up in Luoyang? I heard you led your troops to conquer the Shu Kingdom. I almost forgot to congratulate you. Your Great Zhou has now unified the Eastern Continent."

Di Beizun showed no joy at Sikong Jin's congratulations. His reaction was indifferent; these successes brought him no happiness whatsoever. He lowered his eyes, looking at the golden auspicious clouds gathering around the edge of his snow-white robe. After a long while, he said indifferently, "Are you worried that I will attack your Dayong in the future?"

This question startled Sikong Jin, whose gaze suddenly sharpened as she looked at him with some surprise.

Di Beizun tugged at his sleeve, raised his head, and gazed intently and far-reachingly into Sikong Jin's pupils, seemingly anticipating her answer.

Sikong Jin remained silent for a long time before finally looking away, letting out a long sigh, and shaking her head. "Some things are inevitable, and worrying is useless. Survival of the fittest, death of the weak—this is something I've always agreed with. I've always admired and respected the strong, and I've always followed in their footsteps. You are strong, so I respect you greatly. However, I will also do my utmost to protect what I should protect. So, perhaps, when you bring your army to the city gates, the one leading the troops will most likely be me. At that time, will you show mercy?"

"You will not die at the hands of the Great Zhou people."

As if wanting to promise or prove something, Di Beizun suddenly spoke with great determination, a sharp glint flashing in his usually calm and unfathomable eyes, "I know that you are not currently aligned with any faction of your Great Yong, nor are you truly loyal to the Great Yong Emperor. I'm not afraid to tell you, I am determined to take Great Yong. After I ascend the throne, I will begin to plan this matter, and I will not make things difficult for you... I only hope that when my Great Zhou army besieges the city, you can remain uninvolved. Can you do that?"

"cannot!"