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

She suddenly took a breath with a sense of melancholy, slowly reached out to support herself on the window frame, and looked up at the sky outside. A faint crescent moon hung in the night sky. After thinking for a moment, she realized that more than half a year had passed again.

So he's going to ascend the throne?

In a daze, she vaguely remembered that he had asked her so seriously back then whether she would go when he ascended the throne.

And at that time...

"Atai, you should go and rest now. I'll send you the reply tomorrow."

She uttered this sentence casually.

Atai also sensed that Sikong Jin had something on her mind, so he clasped his hands in a salute and then silently withdrew.

What gift should I give?

Sikong Jin began to ponder...

However, after thinking for a long, long time, I still couldn't think of anything I could present as presentable—jewelry?

He doesn't care!

Silver note?

So tacky!

Looking at the cold moon hanging in the night sky, he pondered for a long time, but still couldn't make up his mind. He sighed and suddenly felt a little irritated. He bent his fingers and tapped the window frame in front of him intermittently.

"Awooo—" As if sensing Sikong Jin's irritability, the sable suddenly leaped onto Sikong Jin's shoulder, lowered its head to look at her, and Sikong Jin's gaze dimmed for a moment. She ignored the sable, blinked its shimmering purple eyes, tilted its head and stared at Sikong Jin for a while, and then suddenly snuggled into her arms.

Upon feeling the soft touch, Lord Sikong couldn't help but reach out and gently lift it up. He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and calmly looked at the sable. After thinking for a moment, a smile appeared on his delicate face. "Little sable, your master is about to ascend the throne. Do you want to go back? If you want to go back, I won't stop you."

As if it could understand Sikong Jin's words, the sable suddenly stuck out its little pink tongue and gently licked Sikong Jin's fair hand. Its purple eyes were filled with seductive purple light, and it looked like it was trying to please Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin naturally understood what Diao Ye meant, and could only smile wryly, reaching out to pat Diao Ye's little head, "Are you blaming me for not taking you to see your Emperor Bei Zun?"

As soon as the voice fell, the sable began to howl and whine in all sorts of ways, leaving Sikong Jin helpless.

Over the past six months, Sikong Jin and Diao Ye have developed a tacit understanding. With just a gesture or a glance from her, Diao Ye can generally understand her meaning, and Sikong Jin can also generally understand Diao Ye's meaning.

"With wars raging everywhere, there's hardly any time to spare. However, Emperor Beizun has found some leisure time."

Thinking of the border war, Sikong Jin felt helpless. According to the scouts who came yesterday, the situation at Hangu Pass seemed to be not good. After the left flank was defeated by Ge Su's army, Hangu Pass was struggling to cope. At the same time, the army led by the Fourth Prince of Tiansheng was being forced to retreat under the attack of Xifeng Lie's 200,000 iron cavalry. The situation was worrying.

Therefore, she is probably unable to leave the city of Tashe now.

After a long silence, he patted the little head of the mink, "I will definitely go to the capital of the Great Zhou to see your master next year, is that alright? Alright, you can go now, I'll write a letter to Emperor Beizun."

The sable let out a howl, ignoring Sikong Jin, and leaped down from his arms. It walked to the desk beside it, jumped onto it, and quietly lay down.

The little guy seemed to be in a bad mood. Sikong Jin smiled helplessly, ignored it, walked over, ground the ink and laid out the paper, picked up the pen in her hand—'Your Highness the Crown Prince—' *snap!* *whoosh!* After writing just a few words, she suddenly became very dissatisfied, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it away casually.

'Your Highness Emperor Bei—' 'Your Majesty the Northern Emperor—' 'Whoosh!' 'Whoosh!' No matter how he wrote the opening, he couldn't come up with a satisfactory address. Before long, a corner of the study was piled with many ink-stained paper balls, and of course, the pile of paper balls was still getting higher.

Sikong Jin's delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed at this moment. The man beside her, Diao Ye, stared at her with his purple eyes, his gaze shifting back and forth between her and the pile of paper balls that flew out of her hand.

A cool breeze kept blowing in from outside the window, stirring up the gauze curtains on the floor. The candlelight flickered gently. Bathed in the dim light, Sikong Jin seemed to have gone through an eternity before finally completing her reply to Di Beizun: Dear Your Highness Di Bei: Are you well?

Thank you for your letter, Your Highness. I wish you a prosperous ascension to the throne, and that your imperial reign lasts a thousand years. Border affairs are pressing, and the war is raging; I am unable to leave and will likely be going on campaign soon. It is a great pity that I cannot personally attend Your Highness's coronation in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I often recall the times we shared drinks under the bright moon, practicing swordplay and listening to music in the bamboo grove. I will never forget Your Highness's great kindness. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will surely share a drink with Your Highness again, and hear you play the zither, laughing freely with your sword in hand…

I've also attached a portrait of the little ferret to prove that I haven't mistreated it.

……

That night, I heard that the lights in Lord Sikong's study were on all night. When Atai took the well-wrapped box from Lord Sikong, he was a little surprised and looked at her. Seeing that she looked tired and her eyes were bloodshot, she looked exhausted. So he didn't ask anything and rushed back to Luoyang City with the box.

However, just as Atai left, a message from the imperial city shattered her peaceful life in Tashe City, which had lasted for several months.

The Emperor of Dayong's secret decree was delivered directly to her. Dayong and Tiansheng formed an allied army to jointly resist the enemy. Moreover, after discussions among the ministers and the Zhongzhou Society, it was decided to send Sikong Jin, the deputy commander of the Zhongzhou Society's military command, to lead his troops to the first front line, the Jiangxi Fortress, to join forces with the Tiansheng army and attack the Xifenglie army.

"What? My lord! The Emperor has ordered us to immediately muster our troops and rush to the Jiangxi fortress to form an allied force with Tiansheng to jointly resist the Liao army?"

The chief strategist, Zhu Si, stared at the secret edict in his hand with surprise and shock. He exchanged a glance with Mei Ruhua and the others beside him before suppressing his shock and asking, "My lord, our army is currently at its peak, and after a short rest, we can directly march on Patan City. Why did the Emperor issue this edict? Why send Prince Lie to take over Tashe City? We clearly conquered it... Since Prince Lie brought 100,000 elite troops, why not send them directly to the Jiangxi Fortress instead of taking a long detour to Tashe City?"