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

"We were just about to head over when the master said he had something to bring to Fatty."

Sikong Jin casually tossed a letter to Meng Benbo, then his frustrated face suddenly turned serious. He looked up at Meng Benbo and said, "You must personally deliver this secret letter to Strategist Zhu. You must do your best to cooperate with him."

Meng Benbo quickly raised his hand to catch it. Although he had some doubts, seeing Sikong Jin's unusually serious expression, he weighed the matter and did not ask any more questions. He put the letter into his sleeve, clasped his hands, and said, "Yes, please rest assured, sir."

Although their Minister of Works is usually greedy, lustful, treacherous, and cunning, he is not idle. He just assigns all these tasks to them, so they work themselves to the bone while he is very relaxed.

"Alright, get out of here while the night is still dark, or you'll cause trouble! Anyone who dares to tell anyone about what happened tonight will be sent into the mountains to suppress bandits."

After saying these final words, Sikong Jin stopped looking at them, suddenly turned around, raised her hand to remove the black veil from her bamboo hat, and slowly walked into the frosty sunlight.

The faint sound still lingered in the air, like a bleak breeze passing through the forest, gradually dissipating into the silent, cold night.

Meng Benbo, Zhang Feng, and Li Ji exchanged a glance. The group stared at the small figure gradually disappearing into the sunlight with some confusion, remaining silent for a long time without turning to leave.

“I really don’t understand the adults anymore. Berger said she doesn’t believe there are such coincidences in the world. Why did the adults wake her up to buy red bean cakes before dawn that morning, and then just happen to see that horse? The adults never do that. Doesn’t he sleep until the sun is high in the sky every day?”

Meng Benbo looked on in bewilderment as he watched the figure disappear, and finally couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"Indeed! Moreover, I've never heard of the master liking red bean cake. That night, he was staying overnight in the military camp. It was the first time he had gotten up so early and wanted to eat red bean cake. I've prepared his favorite golden baked cheese and golden sesame oil pastry for him!"

"Lord Bei found it very strange at the time. Do you think it might be something he did? He must have known about this, otherwise, what a coincidence..."

At this point, the group exchanged a few more glances, and Meng Benbo exclaimed in surprise, "Oh! Could it be that you've been hiding something? I remember we've won many battles in the past few months!"

"A victory? Wasn't that Zhu the strategist's idea?"

"Bullshit! What do you know? The lord has long been in cahoots with that fat strategist Zhu, they've been working together in the same evil ways!"

"Hmm! Anyway, this humble general also feels that you seem to be a very profound person!"

Ah!

Correct!

The adult is very profound!

The wise man pretends to be foolish, wanting to hide his brilliant side.

……

Just as the group was engrossed in their discussion, a sudden gust of cold wind swept in, and a devilish voice rang in their ears—

"Oh, right, Deputy General Meng, Zhang Feng, and Li Ji, you all need to figure out how much silver you have left. I'm a little short on cash right now, so you can give me some to tide me over."

Sikong Jin, who had returned, arrived in front of the group in an instant. She lifted her black veil, her delicate face filled with helplessness and anxiety, and complained, "Luoyang City is such a godforsaken place! Long Island Peach Blossom Wine is a tael of silver more expensive than in our Malan City, and Golden Crispy Chicken costs almost five taels of silver—more expensive than in the capital! I really don't know what those merchant guilds are doing; they don't even try to control these prices. My salary isn't even enough for a few meals… Hey, Deputy General Meng, Zhang Feng, Li Ji! What are you doing… Hand over the money first, and I'll give you interest… Wait!"

Before Sikong Jin could finish speaking, Meng Benbo and the others had already vanished without a trace. Lord Sikong, his face dark, said, "You bunch of bastards, and I've been so good to you!"

After galloping for several miles, Meng Benbo and the others finally slowed down, slightly tightened the reins, and breathed a sigh of relief as if they had escaped from a dead end. Zhang Feng and Li Ji beside him did the same, and the group looked at each other with sweat dripping down their backs.

"We all overestimated that bastard! He owes me tens of taels of silver, with interest compounding. It would be a miracle if he even paid me back the principal!"

"Sir, he also owes me fifty taels, which, with interest compounded, has reached almost eighty taels!"

"He also owes me thirty taels..."

"That bastard is clearly a conman. I'll never lend him money again, not even if you beat me to death! What a load of bull! What profound wisdom he speaks of!"

……

Meanwhile, Sikong Jin complained about Meng Benbo and the others for a long time before leisurely returning to Luoyang City. However, before doing so, she changed her attire—wearing a moon-colored robe, with a silver crown binding her hair, looking like a gentle and elegant young gentleman.

At this time, Luoyang should have been a quiet, brightly lit city, but because of the flower festival, the city was still bustling with activity.

Inside the Hilton Hotel, Sikong Jin, led by a waiter, found a comfortable corner to sit down. She picked up the menu and began to order.

After glancing at it a few times, Sikong Jin suddenly raised the menu in his hand, covered his face, and waved to the waitress. The beautiful woman quickly smiled and lowered her head, "Young master?"

"Miss, could you make this Long Island Iced Tea a little cheaper? It's twice as expensive as in the capital. And this Pink Lady tea, it doesn't have to be this pricey either. I remember it's only seventy silver coins in the capital. I'm good friends with your manager, how about a discount?"

Sikong Jin lowered her voice and spoke softly.

The waitress smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, sir, this is how it is at our Hilton Hotel. Unless you have a Hilton VIP card, this is the price."

"I'm really good friends with your manager, can't you give it a try? Besides, I've long admired your Hilton Hotel, so how about we make a deal?"

"I'm sorry, young master, we only accept VIP cards. If you spend more than five thousand taels at our Hilton, we can issue you a Purple Gold Card, which is our third-class VIP card. You will receive a 10% discount on all your meals at the Hilton in the future!"

Sikong Jin couldn't help but let out a wail in her heart, cursing the cloaked man. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be in such a miserable state, without even money for food, and unable to easily exchange those silver coins!

Reluctantly closing the menu, I could only give the waitress a wry smile and say in a low voice, "Alright then, I'll have a meat fried rice and a pot of grapefruit tea, thank you!"

"Yes, young master, please wait a moment, the food will be ready shortly!"

The waitress put the menu away.

Sikong Jin nodded, dejectedly turning her head to look down at the bustling Zhuque Avenue. Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears—

"What a coincidence, Lord Sikong! I never expected to see you here!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sikong Jin paused, raised an eyebrow, and quickly turned her head—