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

After fleeing along the official road for several miles, seeing that no one was chasing her, Sikong Jin leaned against a tree trunk, panting heavily. She was soaking wet and shivering from the cold.

After a long while, she finally raised her head and looked towards Luoyang City, where it was brightly lit. The coldness and pain in her body became even more acute under the invasion of the cold wind. She raised her sleeve to wipe her face, took a breath, and subconsciously blinked. She seemed to feel more relaxed again. She used her internal energy to dry her robes slightly, leisurely tidied her slightly damp and tattered clothes, and then walked unhurriedly toward the city gate.

Luoyang was still bustling with activity, with vendors calling out their wares and fireworks bursting in the night sky. The dazzling fireworks and lights promised Luoyang another sleepless night.

A bustling section of Zhuque Avenue in Luoyang City.

"Boss, how much is this cherry chicken?"

From in front of a small restaurant's display case came Lord Sikong's voice. The overflowing aroma was so enticing that it made one's mouth water, and of course, Lord Sikong was the same.

The shopkeeper looked up at the man in front of him, whose head was completely covered by a headscarf, leaving only a pair of black eyes. His clothes were tattered, and he spoke with a slight accent from another region. A look of disdain crossed his face, and he said in a Luoyang accent, "Sixty silver coins!"

"Sixty silver coins!"

Lord Sikong tightened his headscarf, then changed his tone, speaking in the accent of the Great Zhou capital, "Too expensive, isn't it? More expensive than even the capital of my Great Zhou Dynasty. How come that person only paid fifty silver coins?"

"He's a regular customer, so give him a discount! Are you from the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, sir?"

The boss's tone became slightly agitated.

"Yes, I came to Luoyang to participate in the flower festival with my master. Then give me a discount. I will help you spread the word when I get back. How about thirty silver coins? My master is still waiting for me at the Hilton."

"Hilton? So you're staying at the Hilton Hotel!"

"Yes, yes, I've been traveling for days and I'm covered in dust. Boss, give me a cherry chicken."

"okay!"

How much is it per animal?

Thirty silver coins!

"Oh, then send me another leg, okay? Here, just this one, alright? When you come to my capital city in the future, remember to come and visit me. My name is Ren Da. Just ask around in the capital, everyone knows me. The boss looks kind, and I can tell at a glance that he's a straightforward person. I really like making friends with people like you."

Lord Sikong opened his clear eyes and scanned the table, then picked up a large chicken leg from the side and handed it over, his eyes full of that clear and friendly smile.

"Alright, my name is Wang Fu. You're a really nice young man. People from the Great Zhou Dynasty are so cultured, especially you people from the capital. It's so pleasant to listen to you speak."

The shopkeeper smiled and handed the packaged cherry chicken to Lord Sikong, who bowed politely before accepting it, saying, "You flatter me, thank you!"

"Here, I'll give you the money, wait... um? Why is a silver coin missing?"

"It's alright, it's no big deal if Young Master Ren is a couple of silver coins short! You can take it!"

"I'm so sorry..."

"It's ok!"

……

Sikong Jin carried the hot cherry chicken along Zhuque Street for quite a distance before stopping. She turned around to look behind her, then breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "After a day of bad luck, I can finally feel some comfort."

The faint warmth emanating from her sleeves eased her heart considerably.

……

Three days later, at sunset, the same clear and melodious sound of a zither drifted from the backyard of Xingyun Pavilion in Luoyang City, just as it always did. The difference this time was that, in addition to the elegant and beautiful music, there was also a soft chanting—

"Silent and lonely, I gaze upon the shores of this mortal world; though flowers may wither, they will bloom again..."

The music rose and fell intermittently, and a cool breeze stirred the half-drawn gauze curtains beneath the pavilion, adding to the sense of desolation and loneliness.

“Pearl, you know, the composer is quite a strange person. The melody is quite nice, but it’s not quite the same rhythm we’re used to. And the lyrics are quite interesting too.”

Zi Yuan suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked up at the beautiful woman in blue beside her.

"If there's nothing new, it's unlikely to catch Miss Zi's eye."

The woman in blue smiled.

Zi Yuan nodded, the cool breeze constantly lifting the veil on her face, vaguely revealing her bright and charming face beneath. "Yes, that's true. By the way, hasn't Young Master Nan Chen arrived yet?"

"The agreed time is around this time, I think it should be about right..."

"Report! Miss Zi, Young Master Nan Chen has arrived!"

Sure enough, before Zhu'er could finish speaking, a voice came from outside the door announcing something.

Zi Yuan raised an eyebrow, smiled at Zhu'er, and Zhu'er smiled back and nodded. Then she gracefully bowed and quietly withdrew.

……

"Young Master Nanchen, how have you been?"

Zi Yuan looked at Sikong Jin, who was standing on the steps in front of the pavilion wearing a black veil and a bamboo hat, with her beautiful eyes indifferent, and bowed gracefully.

This young master Nan Chen was quite favored by Zi Yuan, especially after Zi Yuan secretly conducted a more detailed investigation of the Hilton Hotel in the past few days, she admired him even more.

To develop the Hilton to this extent in just a few months is something even Xingyun Pavilion would find difficult to achieve. This requires not only substantial financial resources but also a vast network of connections, and no matter how hard they investigate, they cannot uncover a single clue about either of these aspects.

Naturally, they didn't dare to investigate too deeply, fearing it would offend Young Master Nan Chen. Most of these rare figures in the business world have this problem: they don't like others investigating them, just like their mysterious masters.

"Long time no see, Miss Ziyuan!"

Sikong Jin gently clasped her hands in a fist and pointed to the elegantly dressed middle-aged man standing behind her, introducing him as, "This is my business partner, Mr. Feng Xinian, a formidable figure in the business world. He will be in charge of the cooperation between Hilton and Xingyun Pavilion from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xinian gave a slight bow and said politely, "I, Feng, have met Miss Ziyuan. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Feng!"

Zi Yuan smiled and personally served tea, "Young Master Nan Chen, Mr. Feng, please have a seat."