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

"You are indeed quite capable to have Changfeng, one of the four guardians of Fengyun Tower, risk his life for you."

Di Beizun smiled slightly. Ten thousand taels of gold plus one condition—only she would dare to make such an outrageous demand.

"Just lucky! By the way, you still haven't answered me whether you want to work with me or not. If we destroy the Immortal Sound Pavilion and steal the treasures, we'll split them in half. I don't have a single silver coin on me, so it would be embarrassing for me to go see Xiao Mo. I can't let the people from the Wind and Cloud Pavilion think I'm a country bumpkin, otherwise they'll look down on Xiao Mo."

"Let's focus on healing the injury first."

Emperor Beizun gave this reply indifferently.

Lord Sikong sighed helplessly, "Fine, I'll do it myself!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and continued his battle with the food in front of him.

After the meal, Di Beizun changed the dressing on Lord Sikong's wound and didn't leave until after midnight.

After a whole day of commotion, the bamboo house finally quieted down. The night breeze gently wafted through the bamboo forest, and the rustling sound of the bamboo leaves made the night even more peaceful.

After months of exhaustion and fatigue, Sikong Jin finally felt incredibly relaxed and fell asleep contentedly.

Meanwhile, in the darkness of Di Beizun's study...

"Your subordinate greets Your Majesty!"

The black-clad subordinate knelt on one knee before the snow-clad man who was sleeping lightly on the couch under the gauze curtain by the window, and respectfully said, "Master, we have found out that the leader of Luoyan Tower and the leader of Xianyin Pavilion have arranged to meet at Shili Pavilion outside Luoyang City tomorrow night. The Princess is also sending people to investigate the movements of Luoyan Tower, and it is estimated that she is planning to take action."

Ever since Yuan Yun was chased and injured by the people of Luoyanlou, he had been planning to massacre Luoyanlou after sneaking back to Luoyang.

However, Luoyanlou has countless experts, and it would be difficult to wipe them out in one fell swoop. Moreover, it would be even more difficult to do so without anyone noticing. Therefore, Yuan Yun could only send people to keep an eye on them secretly and try to find an opportunity.

The man in white robes lying on the bed suddenly opened his silent eyes slightly. His calm yet gloomy gaze appeared somewhat chilling in the darkness. He pondered for a moment, then spoke softly, "You can decide what to do."

Upon hearing this, the black-clad subordinate immediately bowed and said, "Yes, Master!"

Before the black-clad subordinate could leave, Di Beizun had already closed his eyes again. In his soft breathing, one could faintly hear a hint of fatigue.

The subordinate in black dared not say a word, and silently rose and quietly withdrew...

After a few days, Sikong Jin's injuries had almost completely healed. Emperor Beizun often had Feng Yang bring her some strange pills, which Sikong Jin accepted without question. The air here was fresh and quiet, as if she were living in seclusion outside the mortal world. Every day, she had small beasts to play with and stunningly handsome men to accompany her, listening to them play the zither, watching them write and paint, and playing chess with them.

Lady Sikong felt that the best days could be like this, except for the food, which she was a little dissatisfied with—that bastard Di Beizun was so stingy that you couldn't find a single piece of meat in those dishes every day, let alone wine!

For someone like Lord Sikong, who is used to indulging in heavy drinking and meat all year round, enduring a few days of vegetarianism would be worse than death.

She had complained to Di Beizun many times, but he ignored her completely. Lady Sikong felt helpless—she felt that Di Beizun must have been sent by heaven to bring her bad luck!

That morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window into the room, a cool breeze carrying a faint fragrance, and the cheerful chirping of birds filled the air. As the morning music played, Sikong Jin, who had been fast asleep in bed, finally awoke. Opening her drowsy eyes, she moved her slightly aching arm, and unexpectedly, her fingertips touched something delicate and soft, very smooth.

Sikong Jin subconsciously looked down at her side and saw that the sable was curled up comfortably beside her with his eyes closed, close to her waist. She immediately widened her eyes, raised her hand, and heard a scream. The sable was caught off guard and fell onto the opposite couch.

"Damn, you actually dared to sneak into my bed while I was sleeping? That's too bold! I wouldn't even dare to do that!"

The sable shrugged a few times, raised its purple eyes and glared at Sikong Jin, then leaped off the couch like lightning and jumped out of the window to escape.

'Dangdang!'

Just then, there was a knock on the door—

"Lord Sikong, are you awake?"

It was the sound of the wind.

Sikong Jin then got up, quickly put on the clothes on the rack, and then said to the door, "Come in!"

The door opened, and Feng Yang walked in carrying toiletries.

"Lord Sikong, His Highness instructs you to wash up, drink your medicine, and then have breakfast."

"Okay, tell him I'm better now and I don't need to drink this anymore. Where is he?"

As Sikong Jin washed and dressed, she asked, "I didn't see him last night. Where did he go? So mysteriously?"

I haven't seen Di Beizun since yesterday afternoon, and I haven't seen him since last night. I asked Feng Yang several times, but he always said that he had gone out and his whereabouts were unknown.

"Lord Sikong, His Highness has returned and is in the study."

A meaningful smile crossed Feng Yang's face. He glanced at Sikong Jin and then replied in a deep voice, "His Highness usually doesn't tell us subordinates where he goes when he goes out. Lord Sikong can ask His Highness himself. I just told His Highness that you've been thinking about him all night."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow, glanced at Feng Yang, and seeing a rather ambiguous smile on Feng Yang's lips, she coughed a few times. "What kind of look is that? I wanted to ask him something. What do you mean I've been thinking about him all night? That's nonsense."

"By the way, I asked you to prepare a map of the Immortal Sound Pavilion for me a couple of days ago. Didn't you say you could get it? Have you gotten it yet?"

Sikong Jin wiped her hands and suddenly remembered this matter.

Sikong Jin suffered a great loss at the hands of Xianyin Pavilion, so she naturally couldn't let it go. It would be a shame not to teach them a lesson. So, as soon as her injuries began to heal, she asked Feng Yang to get her a map of Xianyin Pavilion, which would make it easier for her to take action.

Feng Yang quickly took out a sheepskin map from his sleeve and handed it to Sikong Jin. "My lord, this is a map of the interior of the Immortal Sound Pavilion. However, time is short, and I can only get this rough map. There are many powerful traps inside the Immortal Sound Pavilion. My lord should consider this carefully."

Sikong Jin reached out and took it, glanced at it briefly, then nodded and smiled, "Not bad, thank you. This should be enough. I'll be careful. What about the information I asked you to investigate? Is it ready?"