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

For some reason, whenever he thought of that night at the Shenglan River, he felt a deep sense of guilt towards him. He was certain that the person he saw back then was Sikong Jin, especially after hearing about him over the past two years. Take the Fengyuting Incident, for example; Tuoba Yu knew Xifeng Lie's skills all too well. He, Tuoba Yu, had fought Xifeng Lie himself and was naturally very clear about Xifeng Lie's capabilities. To be able to take Xifeng Lie hostage under such circumstances, even if he used some kind of scheme, was enough to demonstrate Sikong Jin's strength!

Moreover, for someone as arrogant and domineering as Xi Fenglie, there are very few people in the entire Fengyun who can truly admire him. Since Sikong Jin can make him look at her with new eyes, it is clear that her abilities are extraordinary.

These realizations further convinced Tuoba Yu that the person he fought on the banks of the Shenglan River must have been Sikong Jin. However, this Sikong Jin...

Thinking of this, Tuoba Yu felt a complex mix of emotions. For some reason, over the past two years, the name Sikong Jin had been appearing more and more frequently in his mind, especially the moment when Sikong Jin slammed him down into the Shenglan River—a moment that replayed countless times in his mind.

He always clearly recalled the moment when Sikong Jin's straw hat was lifted, her beautiful hair flying wildly as it was swallowed by the surging river. He felt as if something had changed, but upon closer inspection, he couldn't quite place what it was.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin cast a meaningful glance at him. The two looked at each other for a moment, and then laughed at the same time.

Tuoba Yu handed the riding whip to the guard beside him and strode towards Sikong Jin. "Brother, shouldn't you be heading straight for the Jiangxi Fortress? Why did you take such a long detour and end up near Hanyang?"

Sikong Jin also nimbly dismounted, walked over, and stood side by side with Tuoba Yu. Looking into the distance in a certain direction under the night sky, he sighed, "We received the imperial decree at the last minute and set off in a hurry. The provisions were not prepared in time, so we had no choice but to get some from the Liao army."

"You launched a surprise attack on the Liao army's Hankou pass?"

As soon as Sikong Jin finished speaking, Tuoba Yu narrowed his deep eyes, looking at Sikong Jin with a half-smile, his eyes gleaming brightly.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin casually flicked his sleeves, shrugged, and laughed, "Anyway, we're all going to resist the Liao army, so it shouldn't be a problem to wipe them out in advance, right? Besides, I found several jars of Great Liao Mongol King wine there, which look quite old. On such a night, I wonder if Brother Tuoba would be interested in having a drink with me?"

Tuoba Yu gave Sikong Jin a meaningful look, then looked at the bright moon in the sky, and then smiled, "Brother, you have extended such a warm invitation. If I do not accept your invitation, it would be my fault."

"In that case, let's find a place for my brothers to camp, and then you and I, the two brothers, can have a good drink..."

Tuoba Yu readily agreed, quickly mounted his horse, and the entire army began to march forward again.

On April 4th of the 468th year of the Red Moon Calendar, Sikong Jin's army, after a long journey, finally arrived at Yingzhou City in Tiansheng and successfully joined forces with the Royal First Legion that was defending the front lines. Sikong Jin's army also set up camp outside Yingzhou City.

Ahead of them lay the Jiangxi Fortress, but the battle situation seemed dire. The 200,000 iron cavalry of Xifenglie, who were lingering near the Jiangxi Fortress, had swept through several cities in Tiansheng, north of the Jiangxi Fortress. Following the fall of Ningzhou City, large areas west of the Jiangxi Fortress had successively submitted to Xifenglie's 200,000 iron cavalry.

For a time, the soldiers of Tiansheng were all quite frightened by Xifenglie's Eagle Division, especially those who had retreated from the front lines.

Tiansheng is located in Nanzhou, where the climate is mild and humid. Most of the people live peaceful and quiet lives, and are kind and gentle in nature, unlike the Western Barbarians of the Great Liao, who are known for their fierce and warlike nature. They also possess excellent horsemanship and combat skills, especially the Eagle Masters of Xifenglie, who are specially trained elites of the Great Liao!

Thus, once the two sides clash, the disparity in strength between them will quickly become apparent.

Just before Sikong Jin's army and Tuoba Yu arrived in Yingzhou City, the front line suffered another defeat under Xifeng Lie's fierce attack. Tiansheng's defensive line was forced to retreat thirty miles to the south, and the area north of Jiangxi Fortress had been completely captured by Xifeng Lie.

At the same time, Yingzhou City also received news of the battle situation in the Wangzhou area of ​​Dayong Hangu in the Second War Zone. Xing Yilie led an army of 100,000 to Tashe City and couldn't wait to attack Patan City. However, due to the long journey and the unfamiliar environment, the soldiers were already exhausted. In the first battle alone, the Dayong army suffered a defeat. Helpless, Xing Yilie had no choice but to order the troops to withdraw and stay in Tashe City to make plans later.

While the three great dynasties of Tiansheng, Dayong, and Dalia were in deep trouble, the Great Zhou, the number one dynasty in the entire Fengyun Continent, was surprisingly calm. It seemed that it had no interest in the war between the dynasties. Apart from strengthening the defense of the border of the Eastern Continent, the Imperial Northern Army had withdrawn all its troops back to the interior.

May 1st, 468th year of the Red Moon Calendar, was a very special day, a day of great historical significance that will be forever recorded in history.

The Crown Prince of the Northern Dynasty announced his ascension to the throne, becoming the ninth emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, known as the Northern Emperor (later, because he created a new and glorious era for the Great Zhou, people respectfully called him the Great Emperor of the Northern Dynasty).

That night, a crescent moon hung high in the vast, cold sky, casting its clear light upon the ground.

At the foot of the high steps leading to the Emperor's study of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Princess Di Yuanyun, dressed in a magnificent palace gown, looked up at the young emperor who was gazing up at the crescent moon in the night sky. Seeing his somber expression and the deep, unfathomable eyes that seemed to hold many unspoken thoughts, she hesitated for a moment before finally lifting her skirt and walking up the steps.

The main hall ahead was still bustling with activity, the sounds of wind instruments drifting in on the night breeze, yet sounding somewhat surreal.

"I couldn't find you in the main hall, so I came to check. Today is your auspicious day of ascension to the throne. Instead of drinking and celebrating with your ministers in the main hall, you've come here to enjoy the breeze. Your Majesty is rather lacking in decorum."

Yuan Yun stopped beside Di Beizun, faintly smelling the alcohol emanating from him, and couldn't help but frown slightly before saying these words.

Di Beizun withdrew his gaze, glanced back at her, but did not respond.

Sensing the suppressed loneliness and disappointment in him, Yuan Yun sighed softly, pondered for a long time, and then said, "Are you very disappointed that she didn't come?"