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

In my memory, Crescent Moon Pavilion was not far from Sikong Shu's courtyard. It was built by the family to curry favor with my father when he was at the height of his fame.

The environment here is elegant, surrounded by mountains and water, with bamboo paths, misty clouds, and roses blooming all over the courtyard, filling the air with their fragrance.

Everything is the same as when I left.

Sikong Jin stood with her hands behind her back on the steps by the door, looking up at the quiet courtyard before her. Suddenly, everything that had been dormant in her mind surged forth—

In this quiet and beautiful little courtyard, the four of them had spent countless wonderful days. The father's love and the mother's care flooded back to Sikong Jin, and she could only feel a deep sense of regret. Now, everything had changed. With her father's unfortunate death, their family had suffered setbacks and fallen into this predicament. Even Sikong Jin, the only one who could give them hope, was now...

Father, grant me strength!

Sikong Jin clenched her fist and pressed it tightly against her chest, closed her eyes, and silently recited in her heart.

"Xiao Mo, where are you?"

Just then, a gentle and soothing voice suddenly drifted over. Sikong Jin quickly opened her eyes, her delicate face instantly regaining its usual calm as she looked up—

A handsome little boy dressed in a dark blue brocade robe sat alone on the steps in front of a house not far away. He looked very thin, with a sickly pale face and a stubborn sadness between his brows. His clear, obsidian-like eyes were slightly turned to look at the swing not far away beside him, his mind somewhat dazed.

Sikong Mo?

The turmoil surging deep within her heart instantly caused Sikong Jin a dull ache in her heart. It wasn't hard to sense that Sikong Jin had once doted on this younger brother. In the past six months, they must have both suffered. Looking at Sikong Mo's frail body, Sikong Jin couldn't utter a single word, and could only stare intently at Sikong Mo.

Perhaps sensing Sikong Jin's overly ardent gaze, Sikong Mo suddenly turned his head slowly. When he saw the figure in black and purple official robes in front of him, Sikong Mo was stunned. His pale face flushed red almost instantly, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable ecstasy. He leaped up like a bird and flew towards Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin smiled slightly, gently bent down, opened her arms, and accurately caught Sikong Mo's small body as he bumped into her. A faint tenderness rippled in her calm eyes as she gently stroked Sikong Mo's little head. Gazing at him, who was biting his lip to keep from making a sound, his eyes slightly red, she spoke in a very gentle tone—

"Haven't seen him for half a year, whose handsome boy has grown so tall and handsome again? Just as dashing as his older brother!"

"Big brother!"

Sikong Mo nestled tightly into Sikong Jin's arms, her clear, innocent eyes sparkling with joy. "Mother said you went to a very far place and won't be back for a long time. Xiao Mo misses you so much... Mother misses you too. When Xiao Mo gets up to pee at night, she always sees Mother hugging Big Brother's clothes and crying..."

A slight pang of pain shot through her heart, and Sikong Jin gave a bitter smile. "Isn't my elder brother back now? He missed you all very much too..."

"A Jin?"

A sob filled with longing came from behind. Sikong Jin looked up and saw her mother, Su Yue, with a pale and haggard face and tearful eyes.

It's hard to believe that Su Yue, who was always so noble, elegant, gentle, and beautiful, would become so haggard in just six months.

Her mother, Su Yue, was the beautiful and talented Princess Fenghua of the Great Zhou Dynasty. She and her father, Sikong Qi, were deeply in love and were once a couple admired by all the people of Fengyun. But now…

Sikong Jin walked over, tightly grasped Su Yue's withered hands, slowly knelt down on one knee, lowered her head and said apologetically, "Mother, I'm sorry you and Xiao Mo have suffered."

Su Yue sniffed, took a deep breath, gently patted Sikong Jin's hand, and smiled with relief, "Alright, a man's knees are worth gold, don't kneel anymore, get up! It's good that you're back!"

"Come in and sit down. They rushed to bring me and Xiao Mo back from the small, secluded courtyard where the water had fallen. Mother guessed that it must be you who came back. Ajin, Mother has always believed that your father's spirit will protect you!"

Su Yue pulled Sikong Jin with one hand and Sikong Mo with the other, and walked into the house, sighing as she said, "We've finally got them back!"

Sikong Jin didn't speak, but helped Su Yue sit down on the soft couch and poured her a cup of tea. Sikong Mo also glanced at Sikong Jin, then sat silently to the side without saying a word, his eyes still filled with joy.

"It's been more than half a year, child, how have you been?"

Su Yue's gentle concern startled Sikong Jin, who was filled with mixed emotions.

How much has happened in half a year?

How could she tell this kind and compassionate mother that her son, no, her daughter Sikong Jin, had actually died and that she had been replaced by another soul from the 21st century?

How could she possibly tell her that, because of the responsibility and affection she felt, she had gone to great lengths to strengthen herself so that she could return to the capital and protect them?

For half a year, she racked her brains not only to hide herself from exposure but also to manipulate the situation in the shadows. She personally experienced many life-and-death separations, carried out assassination missions in many crises, endured humiliation and hardship, planned and strategized, and worked her way up from all sides, gritting her teeth and enduring a lot of pressure and pain, hoping to return to the capital as soon as possible...

I'm glad I'm back...

No, Mother, it's not just about coming back...

Sikong Jin smiled, a gentle smile spreading across her delicate and pretty face. She said calmly, "It's alright. Shangfeng has taken good care of me because of my father. It's just that the sandstorms in Malan City are too strong, and the sun is too intense. It tanned me so much. For more than half a year, I've been missing Mother and Xiao Mo. I feel guilty for not being able to come back to see them."

"Don't worry about home all the time while you're away. Xiao Mo and I are doing well. We just miss you a lot. You're still so young. You were only fourteen when you left the capital. Half a year has passed, and you've already aged a bit... It must have been tough on you."

As she spoke, Su Yue couldn't help but burst into tears again. Si Kong Jin had to put in some effort to persuade her to stop. After helping her lie down to rest, he took Si Kong Mo and left the room.

In her past life, Sikong Jin had also received the love of her parents. She had personally experienced that quiet warmth, and the memories Sikong Jin left her were filled with the warmth of family affection. She had no reason to reject them, so she accepted it all.

She has a responsibility to make them live a good life.