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

Hearing the footsteps fade away, Lady Sikong struggled slightly, turned her head away, and took a few breaths with rapid breathing. When she looked up, she suddenly noticed that Di Beizun was looking down, his cold and beautiful face slightly tinged with a strange dark light, and his unfathomable pupils were also faintly gathering an unfathomable depth as he stared at her without blinking. Such a gaze was particularly meaningful.

Sikong Jin instinctively shrank back, only then realizing that she was basically unable to move. Looking down, she saw that she was standing on one leg, one long leg... uh... stepping on the wall behind her, one hand being held by Di Beizun, and the other hand... on Di Beizun's waist...

'Aww—'

Just then, a long howl rang out. Sikong Jin immediately looked up and saw that the sable was squatting on the wall opposite him, looking down at them. Its purple eyes were wide open, glowing with a faint purple light. Its gaze seemed somewhat confused and puzzled, yet it also seemed to understand something. It was still holding the Linglong Fruit in its arms. The Linglong Fruit had just been bitten a few times. Seeing Sikong Jin looking at it, the sable lowered its head and took another bite of the Linglong Fruit, eating it with relish, while keeping its purple eyes fixed on Sikong Jin and Di Beizun.

"You're eating and you're peeking!"

Sikong Jin somehow produced a handful of water in her palm and launched it at the sable on the wall. The sable let out a howl and leaped high into the air. Its small black shadow darted away and disappeared into the distance in an instant!

Unable to see the obstructive little thing behind him, Lord Sikong's gaze returned to Di Beizun's handsome face. A smile appeared on his delicate, fair face, and with a flick of his cool fingertips, he recklessly lifted Di Beizun's smooth, perfect chin. He lowered his head, intending to kiss him again, but was startled by the disdainful and cold look Di Beizun gave him, and instantly stopped his actions.

“Your Highness…I suddenly think your face shape is particularly handsome…My ideal man has a face like yours…Oh, my hairpin fell off, let me pick it up, it’s worth several taels of silver…”

Lord Sikong coughed lightly, chuckled twice, and gently pushed Di Beizun aside. He pretended to squat down to pick up the hairpin on the ground, but just as he bent down, a clever idea flashed through his mind. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaped up quickly, grabbed two cloth bags from under the gate tower, and without daring to look at Di Beizun, used his lightness skill to run away at full speed...

'Bah! '

As a hurried knocking came from the door, a cool breeze carrying a faint dampness rushed in, causing the lantern on the table to sway slightly.

Inside the bamboo building, Feng Yang was looking at the urgent secret letter from the Great Zhou Dynasty with a serious expression. The sudden banging on the door almost startled him. He subconsciously gripped the swift sword at his waist, stuffed the letter back into his sleeve, and quickly looked up at the door.

Lady Sikong hurriedly entered, her hair disheveled, carrying two black cloth bags. She was soaked to the bone and looked rather disheveled. As she entered, she moved furtively. In the dim light, one could vaguely see a faint blush on her slightly pale face. She gently brushed her long, beautiful hair to one side, revealing a surprisingly elegant and graceful appearance, full of feminine charm. I really don't know how I never realized she was a woman before.

"Lord Sikong? Why do you look like this? Where is His Highness?"

Seeing this, Feng Yang calmed down and released his grip on the sword hilt. A look of doubt appeared on his handsome face. He remembered that His Highness had ordered him to transfer some of the secret guards to Luoyang City to secretly infiltrate the vicinity of Xianyin Pavilion. Later, he suddenly received His Highness's order to retreat. Presumably, His Highness was going to take action personally, so only a few people were left to handle the aftermath, and the rest were withdrawn. Even he was ordered to wait for news in the bamboo building.

Feng Yang slightly raised his head and looked outside the door. He saw that it was still drizzling outside and very quiet. He could only faintly hear the sound of the wind passing through the bamboo forest. He did not hear any footsteps or see any people.

Lord Sikong wiped his face, gently pulled the two black burlap sacks on his shoulder, coughed lightly, and turned around to look at the door following Feng Yang's gaze. Seeing that the doorway was empty, a suspicious blush appeared on his delicate, fair face, as if he had done something wrong. He blinked his starry eyes, shouldered the black sacks, and turned around while flicking his sleeve, saying, "Um, I just saw him in the back. He's probably shy. Why don't you go and see him? I'm going back to my room to wash up!"

With that, he disappeared into the doorway beside him.

Feng Yang's eyes widened in surprise as he stared blankly at the now empty doorway. His handsome brows furrowed deeply, and he remained silent for a long while, pondering whether to ask something else. What did that mean? What did he mean by "probably shy"? What did His Highness do?

However, at that moment, a faint sound came from outside, and Feng Yang turned around and looked towards the door—

'Ahhh!'

Weasel Lord walked in step by step, shook off the raindrops, glanced at Feng Yang, and then leaped onto the chair by the door. His purple eyes were fixed on the doorway, as if he were welcoming someone.

"Your Highness, you're back!"

As golden auspicious clouds, accompanied by churning black currents, swept in through the doorway, Feng Yang instinctively went to greet them. He saw Di Beizun enter with an eerie air. His expression was strange; although it was as cold and alluring as ever, exuding a calm and profound aura, one could vaguely sense that the prince's handsome face, like that of Lord Sikong just now, was tinged with a very strange crimson. His eyes also seemed uneasy. As soon as he entered, he looked around as if searching for someone.

Feng Yang glanced at the strange look that Lord Diao had given him, thought for a moment, and seemed to understand something. Then he immediately said, "Your Highness, Lord Sikong is back. She said she's going back to her room to wash up!"

Upon hearing this, Di Beizun glanced at him, a look that made Feng Yang tremble slightly. He then took a step back and continued, "Your Highness, the Wing King's urgent secret letter."

Emperor Beizun withdrew his gaze and stared silently at a doorway, saying coldly, "Wait for me at the study in half an hour. Once you're out, no one is allowed to enter without my order."

"Yes! Yes! I'll go right away!"

Feng Yang shuddered, wondering if something serious had happened. He noticed that the Crown Prince and Lord Sikong seemed uneasy, and the look in Lord Diao's eyes suggested that something was amiss. However, he dared not ask, exchanged a glance with Lord Diao, and quickly withdrew, not daring to utter another word.