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

“Yes, after going through so much, I finally understand Brother Jin’s difficulties. If we’re talking about loneliness, Brother Jin, you are even more lonely. That’s why Hua’er asked Father to promise me that I can follow you back to Malan City this time.”

Xing Fuhua completely failed to grasp the underlying meaning of Sikong Jin's words. Such concern and thoughtfulness almost drove Sikong Jin to the brink of madness. She secretly groaned inwardly. After a while, she had no choice but to speak bluntly, "Hua'er, what do you think of Ji Wuge? Also, I heard that there are quite a few handsome young men among the garrison at Hangu Pass. Have you talked to them? That way you won't be lonely. It's good to have someone to talk to, right?"

Xing Fuhua frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied, "It's alright. Brother Ji usually takes good care of me. As for the others, I rarely communicate with them, so I don't really understand."

Sikong Jin felt a headache coming on and couldn't help but slap herself on the head. She then said, "Hua'er, I have to rush back to Malan City tonight. As for you, I still hope you stay in Hangu City. Also, you should go out more often. Then you'll find that there are so many men better than me, like Ji Wuge, and that General Zhu, General Wang, and so on. They're handsome and taller than me, much stronger and more robust than someone as thin and underdeveloped as me. They should be able to give you a greater sense of security. You see, I'm often not by your side, and to relieve my loneliness, I often go to brothels to drink and find girls, seeking pleasure. That's too unfair to you, so..."

Sikong Jin couldn't continue speaking because she noticed that Xing Fuhua was staring at her intently with wide eyes, her beautiful eyes glistening with a faint glimmer of tears, and her face was somewhat pale...

"Brother Jin, do you know what you're saying?"

Xing Fuhua stared at Sikong Jin in shock and disbelief.

Sikong Jin felt a pang of pain in her heart and nodded vigorously, replying guiltily, "I know, of course I know. Anyway, I, Sikong Jin, am not a good man. I can't protect you. If you find someone better, feel free to kick me to the curb. I'm used to being dumped..."

Upon hearing these words, Xing Fuhua trembled violently, her face turning deathly pale at an alarming speed. She stared intently at Sikong Jin, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. She sniffed, and large tears immediately slid down her cheeks, like glistening golden beans falling onto the cold ground beneath her feet.

'Snapped! '

Even Sikong Jin could hear the sound of her crystal heart shattering. She took a deep breath, silently turned her head away, looked at the distant and hazy moonlight, suppressed the heartache in her heart, and resisted the urge to rush over and hug her to comfort her.

Xing Fuhua's suppressed, soft sobs came like a heavy hammer, striking her heart again and again, making her feel almost suffocated with sadness for a moment.

It wasn't for any particular reason, but simply because Xing Fuhua had always silently protected her. Even when she was incompetent and suffered ridicule from others, she never looked down on her.

This is such a precious relationship; any man would probably find it unforgettable.

Xing Fuhua wept uncontrollably, her eyes blurry with tears as she stared at Sikong Jin. Her fragile, heartbroken, and pitiful appearance caused Sikong Jin to feel waves of nausea.

Ugh!

How could you bear to hurt such a beautiful and kind woman?

Sikong Jin, Sikong Jin, I never thought you would have such a day.

She sighed sadly, hardened her heart, and refused to look at the heartbroken and desperate Xing Fuhua. With a resolute and indifferent turn, her slender and detached figure swept through the cool breeze. "Ninth Princess, I'm sorry, I may not be able to love you. Write a letter of divorce, divorce me, I can accept it! I, Sikong Jin, am an absolute scoundrel, unworthy of a good girl like you. If it can make you feel better, I'm willing to bear anything. Except for not being able to marry you, I promise you three things, I'll go through fire and water for you, as long as I, Sikong Jin, can do them. I'm leaving, I wish you happiness!"

Her voice drifted in the cool breeze, faintly heard, cold and devoid of any warmth.

Xing Fuhua shuddered, suddenly feeling her body go limp. She watched as Sikong Jin's slender, dark figure slowly disappeared into the night. She wanted to chase after him, but her mind went blank. All her strength vanished, her thin body swayed, and with a 'clink,' the dagger in her hand fell to the ground. She collapsed...

Her face was ashen, tears streaming down her face as she stared in despair in the direction where Sikong Jin had disappeared. She didn't know where she found her voice, but her hoarse sobs echoed as she called out towards the empty end of the corridor, "Brother Jin...don't...leave..."

However, Sikong Jin seemed to be faster than a ghost, rushing out of the backyard with a complicated expression. When she encountered Ji Wuge in the front yard, she simply shoved a bundle into Ji Wuge's arms, telling him to take it to Xing Fuhua in the backyard. Then, she put on the black veil and hat and fled the commander's mansion as if her life depended on it, mounting her horse and galloping away...

I'm sorry, Xing Fuhua...

I will do my best to make it up to you, and I hope you can find a happy ending in the future.

In the desolate night wind, Sikong Jin, riding away, turned back with some difficulty to look at the magnificent mansion in front of her, a bitter smile on her beautiful face under her bamboo hat.

Once everything has calmed down, I will tell you why I cannot marry you. I hope you can understand. Goodbye, Hua'er!

Silently reciting this to herself, Sikong Jin turned back without lingering, meeting the slightly concerned gaze from the sable in her arms with a hint of helplessness. She sighed, "Little sable, little sable, don't you think I'm pretty awful? I hope I never encounter a situation like this again. If I ever do fall head over heels for some man, you can just kill me! I don't want this kind of despairing, suicidal love!"

As the mandarin duck listened, his purple eyes flickered mysteriously a few times. He stared at Sikong Jin for a long time, then turned his head to the side as if he didn't understand, as if he hadn't heard it before.

Seeing this, Sikong Jin couldn't help but complain a few more times, then silently said to herself, "Sikong Jin, you definitely won't be so unlucky as to come into contact with such poison, you definitely won't..."

Definitely not?

Who can predict what will happen in the future?