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

After the battlefield was cleaned up, it was already late at night. After the commander ordered a retreat of ten miles, the ten thousand troops set up camp to rest.

The fierce pursuit continued until late at night before the entire military camp gradually quieted down.

Inside the central command tent, Vice General Mei Ruhua exchanged a glance with the chief strategist Zhu Si, then looked at the Minister of Works who was chatting happily with Vice General Meng Benbo's bodyguard captain Berger. After thinking for a long time, Vice General Mei finally moved forward.

"My lord, when did you order Lord Bei to go behind enemy lines and ambush them?"

Deputy General Mei asked, puzzled.

"To outflank the enemy and ambush them?"

Upon being questioned by Vice General Mei, Lord Sikong looked bewildered. His dark eyes flickered, a hint of confusion in them. "When did I order Lord Bei to circle behind enemy lines and ambush them? Lord Bei, did I order you to circle behind enemy lines and ambush them? Have I forgotten? Hmm, I must have forgotten. Such a brilliant plan, such a prescient deployment, perhaps only I could have come up with it..."

"Wasn't it you, sir, who gave the order?"

Deputy General Mei was even more puzzled.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Sikong Jin nodded immediately, "It must have been me who placed it!"

Mei Ruhua turned her gaze to the guard captain Berger beside her, who simply shrugged slightly.

……

"Alright, General Mei, stop looking at your superior like that, or people will misunderstand... Hey! Why is it always domestic violence? Why don't you report the situation right now?"

Sikong Jin narrowed her long, narrow eyes slightly, and all the smiles on her delicate face vanished instantly, replaced by a rare seriousness.

"Yes, my lord!"

The chief strategist Zhu Si replied solemnly, "The battlefield has been cleared. Our army has annihilated more than 20,000 enemy soldiers, captured nearly 5,000 prisoners, destroyed our supplies, and the enemy's main force has collapsed and lost all fighting power. They are retreating towards Tashe City. Commander Wu Jing and his two deputy generals are dead. This is our greatest victory against the Western Barbarians since we were dispatched to Malan City!"

Sikong Jin nodded, "Yes, this great victory is inseparable from everyone's concerted efforts! I will report back later. With this victory, you can add another bean to your shoulders."

"Thank you for your promotion, sir..."

"No need to be so polite. Your salaries... well... should be enough for a few meals at the Hilton... If you really want to thank me, then please come to the Hilton... Hmm? Where are they? Why did they all run away?"

Before Lord Sikong could finish speaking, Meng Benbo, Mei Ruhua, and the others had already scattered. With a few 'whoosh' sounds, the tent was empty.

"Running so fast!" Sikong Jin frowned and complained, "How stingy! At such a crucial time, you don't even know how to build a good relationship with your superior. How miserly!"

As Sikong Jin's complaints subsided, a soft laugh came from the side, the clear tone slightly gentle, "My lord, General Mei and the others' salaries combined for a year probably wouldn't even cover five trips to the Hilton. Do you think they wouldn't be shocked if you said that? Besides, my lord, it seems you already owe them several months' worth of their monthly salary!"

The one speaking was none other than Sikong Jin's personal guard captain, Lord Berger.

"Am I that terrifying? Lord Bei, don't forget the last time at Mingzhu Restaurant, when Meng Benbo celebrated his birthday, he ate up half a year's salary from me..."

"Sir, you ordered all those dishes, and they were all the most expensive ones. You ate the most, and you were the one who had the worst image!"

Even now, Berger still feels lingering fear when she thinks about the last gathering. If she hadn't run away quickly without drinking that night, the messy bill from Mingzhu Restaurant would have been on her shoulders.

"However, whoever's birthday it is should treat everyone. I investigated afterwards and found that Meng Benbo and the others were not actually drunk. They were just pretending! They wanted to renege on their debt! So don't expect me to return the money to them. Consider it compensation for my emotional distress."

"Rest assured, my lord, the battle report from the great victory at Malanpo has already reached the court. The Emperor will surely reward you. Moreover, with the Emperor's birthday approaching, you might even be transferred back to the capital and have the opportunity to attend the Seventh Plenary Session of the Four Stars of the Central Plains Society. At that time..."

A smile graced Berger's beautiful face, clad in a battle robe and soft armor. "With your talent, you will surely stand out in the Seventh Four-Star Assembly, rise rapidly in rank, and achieve great success!"

"You flatter me, Lord Bei. If I rise to prominence, you will all benefit greatly! You are all my mighty generals and my right-hand men."

"Bergel thanks you for your trust and guidance, sir!"

Berger, looking dashing, clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled. He looked up at Sikong Jin and saw that Sikong Jin's gaze was deep and his smile did not reach his eyes. After thinking for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask, "My lord, could it be that Wu Jing and his deputy are really... really gay?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Sikong Jin stood with her hands behind her back, leisurely raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Berger.

“I just questioned the prisoners, and they said that their commander, Wu Jing, and his deputy, General Li, were found dead at the same time on Wu Jing's bed. Moreover, when they were found, they were... completely naked... and, moreover, they also..."

Berger's beautiful, gentle face flushed red, and she could no longer speak, her words tumbling out in disarray.

Sikong Jin stared wide-eyed at Berger. "Really? Could it be a crime of passion? I heard that another of Wu Jing's lieutenants, named Zhang San, rushed into the tent and killed them. Could it be that Zhang San also had an affair with Wu Jing, and out of love turned to hate, he killed them both in a fit of rage?"

"Sir, Zhang San died in his own tent..."

"What? Did he commit suicide because of heartbreak?"

Sikong Jin exclaimed in surprise!