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

She would never do anything that would put her at a disadvantage, but if someone offended her, she would retaliate; she couldn't let it go like this!

"Ready, sir! These are the profiles of the Pavilion Masters and Deputy Pavilion Masters of the Immortal Sound Pavilion."

Feng Yang handed another large stack of papers to Sikong Jin, but he was very curious. If he wanted to destroy the Immortal Sound Pavilion, he could have just taken action directly. Why did he need to investigate the affairs of the pavilion masters of the Immortal Sound Pavilion so thoroughly, even going so far as to uncover some shady matters?

Sikong Jin glanced at it casually, smiled with satisfaction, and put the map into her sleeve. "Feng Yang, you are very efficient. No wonder you can become His Highness the Crown Prince's right-hand man."

Feng Yang smiled and said, "My lord, you have just recovered, so it would be best if you refrained from violence for the time being."

"It's alright. Didn't you say that the Pavilion Master of the Immortal Sound Pavilion was attacked and seriously injured outside Luoyang City a few days ago? Such a good opportunity cannot be missed. I know what I'm doing, and I will plan this carefully. Alright, you may leave."

Sikong Jinxing's eyes shimmered faintly, and a strange, cold smile flickered across her slightly flushed face as she flicked her sleeve.

Feng Yang shook his head helplessly before quietly leaving.

After washing up and leisurely finishing his breakfast, he was about to go find Di Beizun when he heard a melodious zither tune coming from the corner of the study. It was like a cool, refreshing rain falling on his heart, distant and desolate, with an indescribable aura, just like his personality, and it was very pleasant to listen to.

Sikong Jin suddenly stopped and stood quietly in place. She hesitated for a long time, unsure whether to move forward or not. In the end, she did not move forward but turned around and leaned against a pillar to listen attentively.

At that moment, under the cool breeze by the window in the study, upon hearing the footsteps outside suddenly stop, Di Beizun suddenly raised his head slightly, gazing at the empty doorway. His deep eyes seemed to dim for a moment, but in an instant, they returned to their usual calm. He lowered his head again, his slender, white fingertips gracefully plucking across the cold strings of the zither.

A gentle breeze wafted through the bamboo grove, constantly lifting the dark robes. A few bamboo leaves fluttered past, swaying and drifting into the room, adding an inexplicable sense of stillness to the air.

Sikong Jin suddenly sighed inwardly, leaning on the railing with both hands, quietly looking at the lush bamboo forest opposite, and suddenly wondered whether she should talk to him.

This guy is hard to talk to; getting him to help isn't easy. She brought it up several times, but he never responded.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally turned around in frustration and went back along the corridor he had just come from.

Sikong Jin was unaware that the moment she turned and left, the music in the study abruptly stopped.

"Your Highness, Lady Sikong has returned..."

As the footsteps outside faded into the distance, Feng Yang suddenly spoke cautiously, looking at Di Beizun, who was dressed in a black robe under the window, with a hint of probing on his handsome face, "She just asked me about Your Highness. She must have something to say to Your Highness. Oh, right, she just asked me for the map of Xianyin Pavilion and some other information."

Di Beizun's expression remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed in his dark eyes. After a moment, his face began to darken and become uncertain. He flicked his sleeves, stood up, and suddenly walked outside.

Sure enough, under the corridor of the study, he saw Sikong Jin, who had changed into a black outfit and was wearing a black gauze hat, walking down the steps toward the bamboo forest in front of him.

She walked quickly, and in no time, her slender figure disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest.

"Your Highness, where is Lord Sikong headed?"

Feng Yang watched in surprise as Sikong Jin disappeared into the distance, and couldn't help but ask in astonishment, "Your Highness, she wouldn't be planning to go to the Immortal Music Pavilion alone, would she?"

are you crazy!

If you charge in alone, you'll die in no time.

Those people from the Immortal Sound Pavilion aren't pushovers either; they were just saying they'd take things slowly!

Di Beizun remained silent, gazing at the now empty direction. He brushed aside the bamboo leaves flying towards him with one hand and slapped the railing in front of him with the other, startling Feng Yang. Before he could recover, he felt a gust of wind sweep past, and the Crown Prince beside him had vanished without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a series of cracking sounds. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that the railing that the Crown Prince had just slammed into had turned into dust, which was slowly drifting in the wind...

"Is Your Highness going out?"

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Feng Yang suddenly saw the Crown Prince of Dibei come out of the room wearing a black cloak.

"Relocate half of my secret guards to lie in wait near the Immortal Sound Pavilion. They are to act upon my orders if any situation arises."

With a flick of his sleeve, Di Beizun sent a small black shadow flashing out from the corner and instantly climbing onto his shoulder.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yang's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly stopped him, saying anxiously, "Your Highness, this is unacceptable! Sending out the secret guards is tantamount to telling those people you are in Luoyang. Moreover, people within our Great Zhou have never had any dealings with Jianghu people. If this is not handled properly, it will bring endless trouble. Your Highness, we should send a message directly to the Princess by carrier pigeon and ask her to mobilize Feng..."

"Are you questioning my decision? You only need to execute my orders, no further questions are necessary." A sharp, cold glint suddenly flashed in Di Beizun's deep, silent eyes, and his chilling tone made Feng Yang tremble involuntarily.

"Your Highness, I am only worried about your safety. You cannot afford to make any mistakes!" Feng Yang said anxiously.

Di Beizun glanced at Feng Yang indifferently, his tone softening instantly. "It's alright. There are plenty of people who want my life, and they've been living just fine all these years, haven't they?"

After he finished speaking, he strode down the steps.

Feng Yang felt a headache and annoyance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart—these two are the ones who always cause trouble!

As evening fell, the sun had already set, and the entire world was shrouded in a gray haze.