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

Panting, Sikong Jin stomped her toes on the pillar beside her, leaping into the air and narrowly avoiding the teacup that the man had thrown at her. With a few 'clinks', the teacup shattered. The smile on Sikong Jin's face stiffened, but the corners of her mouth still curved upwards.

"I'm serious, why don't you consider being with me... I'm very rich... Oh dear!"

This was the first time he had ever heard such insulting words. Anyone who dared to speak disrespectfully to him in the past would have been long gone. This ignorant and arrogant young man was quite audacious!

A torrent of true energy, accompanied by a roaring dragon, crashed down. Sikong Jin's pupils constricted, and her face suddenly stiffened. Almost without thinking, she swept her palm across the table beside her to block it. A shattering sound rang out, and the powerful true energy forced her to retreat straight back. A black shadow tore through the air, and a suppressive aura spread out. An eagle claw and a sharp hand pierced through the darkness, aiming straight for her throat.

Lord Sikong was greatly alarmed and instinctively reached into his sleeve—

'Bah! '

Without even looking, he threw the object at the oncoming shadow, then swiftly turned, ignoring the palm strike coming from behind, and leaped out of the window—

'Bah! '

'Um! ’

"I rely on!"

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out. The person's movements were too fast, and Sikong Jin was struck by the palm wind before she could jump out. She was directly shaken out, let out a muffled groan, and endured the excruciating pain all over her body. She almost jumped up and cursed.

Meanwhile, the room was lit again. In the dim light, a noble and profound man stood at the window, a money pouch between his long, slender fingers. He looked down at the disheveled people below, who were fleeing in panic with their tails between their legs. A cold, unfathomable smile flickered across his handsome face...

As the night deepened, the lights in Luoyang remained on, a cold wind rustled, and shadows swayed under the cold moon.

Despite her aches and pains, Sikong Jin slowly walked from the end of the dimly lit Zhuque Street toward the inn, only to encounter Meng Benbo, Zhang Feng, and Li Ji, who were about to leave, at the door of her room.

Meng Benbo stared wide-eyed in surprise at Sikong Jin, who was about to enter the room looking dejected. He saw that Sikong Jin's delicate face was swollen, with several bruises and thin bloodstains, and his nose was slightly stained with crimson. He looked extremely disheveled.

"Sir! What happened to you? Did someone beat you up?"

Meng Benbo, Zhang Feng, and Li Ji exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled and surprised.

Sikong Jin raised her head, glancing at them somewhat furtively before a faint, stiff smile appeared on her face. She looked around briefly before clearing her throat. "Vice General Meng, it's you, huh? The moon is so round and bright tonight, a perfect time for a night stroll..."

The group chuckled in hushed tones. Meng Benbo walked up and circled Sikong Jin, scrutinizing her thoroughly. He chuckled, "My lord, today is the ninth day of the month, and there's a crescent moon in the sky! Hmm? The scent of rouge? My lord, why do you smell so strongly of rouge?"

"Sir! You've been flirting with those girls again?"

Meng Benbo and the others exclaimed in surprise, looking at each other in astonishment!

"He must have chosen the wrong person and run into a tomboy!"

"Look at him, beaten up like that! The women of Luoyang are so fierce!"

"I never expected that you, sir, would be even more audacious than us!"

"They're even more anxious than us!"

"I understand! You've been holding back for so long, let me tell you, especially you adults who are just growing up, you're starving!"

"Look, his face has changed! We must have touched a nerve! Shh! He gave us that weird look, he's definitely taking it out on us, run!"

As Meng Benbo's panicked cry subsided, Zhang Feng and Li Ji turned to run, but Lord Sikong was even faster. With a flick of his sleeve, he instantly blocked Meng Benbo and the others' path.

Meng Benbo and the others looked like frightened little rabbits, shrinking back and watching Sikong Jin with wary expressions.

"If you continue to fabricate stories and let your imaginations run wild, I will banish you to the deep mountains to guard the forest!" Sikong Jin's tone was somewhat cold and stern.

"Sir, we have the right to gossip!"

"I also have the right to strip you naked! Humph!" A flash of anger crossed the bruised and swollen face of the Minister of Works. He glanced at them coldly, then took out a small box from his sleeve and handed it to Meng Benbo. "Give this to Berger for me. Tell her to be careful. After the mission is completed, quickly sneak back to the designated location. Someone is already there to meet her."

Seeing the stern tone of Lord Sikong, Meng Benbo and the others also put away their smiles, reached out and took the small box. A faint scent of rouge wafted over, and Meng Benbo and the others could no longer resist—

"Rouge! My God! Sir! You're actually going to give rouge to Berger!"

"Sir, you failed to woo the tomboy, so you've turned your evil clutches on your subordinates! Sir, you're utterly despicable!"

"This is outrageous! He even laid a hand on his own captain of the guard!"

“That’s not human!”

The barrage of artillery fire immediately changed the expression on Lord Sikong's face.

"Get out of here! Stop talking nonsense! Go and meet up with Berger!"

Enraged, Sikong Jin kicked Meng Benbo and slammed the door shut.

Meng Benbo stared blankly at the tightly closed door, exchanging bewildered glances with Zhang Feng and Li Ji. Looking down at the rouge box in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"Sigh, no wonder, sir. Young and impetuous, how could he resist temptation? Sir, if you're suffering terribly, just tell us. We told you to go to a brothel, but you wouldn't go. There are countless beauties there, blooming in profusion, what kind of type can't you find? There's bound to be one that suits you. Why be so despicable as to prey on your subordinates? You're such a beast..."

"If you make up any more stories, I'll punish you! Now get out of here!"

Before Meng Benbo could finish speaking, the furious roar of Lord Sikong came from inside the room. Startled, Meng Benbo and the others quickly retreated.

Meanwhile, inside the room...

Sikong Jin sat at the table, holding a bottle of ointment in her hand, applying the ointment to her face, which was swollen like a pig's head, in front of the mirror on the table. Her face was pale because she was enduring the pain.

"If I weren't worried about making too much noise and attracting attention, I wouldn't be afraid of you! Ouch... hiss..."

As Sikong Jin applied medicine to her face, the image of the man's noble and otherworldly face, which seemed to look down upon all living beings, yet was also bewitching and aloof, flashed through her mind, along with that purple-eyed divine sable. Her gaze immediately turned cold.

I never expected that Nan Chen 002, who is usually so clever, would be tricked by a little beast. Her IQ was lowered by half, and she even felt ashamed of herself!

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jin suddenly came to her senses and quickly applied the medicine to herself. While tidying up the medicine bottle, she suddenly seemed to remember something and subconsciously reached into her sleeve. After fiddling around for a while, she pulled out whatever was hidden in her sleeve and threw it on the table...

"Ok?"

Lord Sikong let out a muffled groan of confusion.

Where is my purse?