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

With the Emperor's birthday banquet approaching and the Seventh Plenary Session of the Four Stars of the Central Plains Association about to be held, officials from all over the country who were serving in the country rushed back to the capital. Everyone exchanged feelings with each other, or friends who had not seen each other for a long time reunited in these days. Therefore, the private rooms of the Hilton Hotel were already full, and Lord Sikong and Fatty Zhu could only occupy a small table in the outer booth.

The food and wine were served quickly, and the two of them drank several glasses of wine in succession.

"My lord, you're about to take up your post at the Ministry of War. What are your plans for the rest of us? Will we stay in the capital like you?"

Fatty Zhu filled Lord Sikong's cup with wine and asked him a question.

"You are now considered to be under the Military Intelligence Bureau, formally. As for your specific future, it depends on the superior's will or the instructions of the Military Intelligence Bureau of the Central State Association. Didn't your father make you serve my father for ten years? Not even half of that time has passed yet!"

Lord Sikong spoke slowly.

Zhu the Fatty rolled his eyes. "But in fact, we still have to listen to you. I heard that the Sikong family head has agreed to hand the three of us over to you."

"Your information network is quite impressive! Could it be that you've planted a spy in our Sikong Mansion?" Sikong Jin smiled, his teasing tone carrying a hint of cynicism. "Around noon, I think I saw the Protector General enter our Sikong Mansion."

"What is my father doing at your Sikong Mansion?"

Zhu the Fatty suddenly looked up, his face full of confusion, but his small, beady eyes were quite clear. Lord Sikong glanced at him and said, "I heard that the General brought quite a few good things to the Sikong family head, it seems he hopes the family head will keep you by my side..."

"Impossible! I was clearly going to ask the Sikong family head to transfer me to a different position!"

Before Lord Sikong could finish speaking, Fatty Zhu began to argue excitedly.

"Oh? You're being transferred?"

Lord Sikong narrowed his eyes, a cunning glint flashing across them. A half-smile played on his lips, and his tone was genuinely saddened. "Oh dear, Grand Strategist, do you really want to leave me that badly?"

Fatty Zhu looked down at the wine cup in front of him and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow! Sir, look, the pattern on this cup is so beautiful!"

Lord Sikong smiled calmly and echoed, "Yes, it's truly amazing!"

Actually, there wasn't a single pattern or design on that wine glass!

"My lord, I think the people of our capital are the most photogenic. The women are stunningly beautiful, like flowers in full bloom, and the men are elegant, handsome, and dignified... My lord, look, there's an elegant and handsome man beside you, looking at you like a god, although he seems a bit old... My lord! Could he have taken a liking to you? I've heard that handsome older men like him often have some outrageous fetishes. He must be... Hmm? The person next to him looks like General Ji, my lord..."

Lord Sikong stopped what he was doing and turned around. The first thing he saw was the handsome and dashing Ji Wuge. He strode over to him and asked, "Ajin? What are you doing here?"

"I was bored, so I came out for a few drinks."

"This humble official, Zhu Si, greets General Ji!" Fatty Zhu quickly stood up.

Ji Wuge nodded, grabbed Sikong Jin's arm, and pulled her up. "That's perfect. Come on, Ajin, let me introduce you."

Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow and followed Ji Wuge's gaze—

He was a very gentle and refined person, with an innate nobility and elegance. His face was exceptionally handsome, and he wore a neat and clean white brocade robe. His hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, and his eyebrows were like crescent moons, giving him a touch of delicate beauty.

His eyes were bright as stars and deep as a still pool, carrying a profound wisdom that seemed to see through everything. His fair skin and gentle, refined demeanor made him look like a learned scholar. However, the wisdom and decisiveness in his eyes and the crispness in his every move revealed the temperament of a soldier.

Such charm, a calm demeanor exuding maturity and wisdom, is the mark of a man who has been refined by time. He looks to be around thirty years old, and this is the kind of man that Lord Sikong finds most captivating and charming!

It's obvious—

In his youth, he was definitely a rare and handsome man!

This was the second man, after Di Beizun, whose aura had captivated her...

As Sikong Jin sized him up, he was also quietly observing her. His gaze seemed to soften, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face, making him look very approachable.

However, deep within his pupils, Sikong Jin could vaguely see something similar to herself—loneliness and weariness…

"Ajin, this is Prince Duan, Lord Yukichi Ten. You should know him, right?"

Ji Wuge's slightly teasing voice came through.

what?

Prince Duan, Xingqi Tian?

Is Princess Kōbō's biological father Kōzaki Ten?

Who is her future father-in-law?

Lord Sikong suddenly felt a sharp headache, and his heart sank. He was in a real predicament!

In the instant that Lord Sikong was lost in thought, a gentle smile appeared on Xingqi Tian's elegant face, and his voice was low and warm, "I have read the report on the great victory at Malanpo. Little guy, you did a good job. You have the style of your father back then. Keep up the good work and carry forward your father's spirit."

Sikong Jin could see his sincerity in his tone and eyes. Thinking about her experiences over the past six months and her current situation, she couldn't help but feel moved that he, who was in such a high position, could still treat her so kindly and sincerely.

It is said that one can feel the coldness of human relationships and the fickleness of the world more clearly when one is in dire straits. This is true.

Sikong Jin stepped forward, removed his official hat, and bowed deeply to Xing Qitian, saying, "I am deeply grateful for your guidance, sir!"

Xingqi Tian smiled and nodded, "Do a good job. You're excellent, and one day you'll reach your father's level. Now that you're back, find some time to see Hua'er. She asked me about you."

Her fiancée, Xing Fuhua?

Sikong Jin shuddered and felt a headache coming on.

"Haha, alright, Lao Qi! Didn't the Ninth Princess just come of age a few days ago? You're already thinking of bringing such a handsome and capable young man into the family as soon as you get back?"

Suddenly, Ji Jiucheng stepped forward from behind, his face beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum. "Hey, Lao Qi, didn't the Emperor send you a few beauties as a reward a few days ago? Don't be so engrossed in official duties all the time! Look at you, a grown man with such good resources around you, how come you only have one daughter, the Ninth Princess?"

"Don't you think tough guys like us need the warmth of gentle, tender women? With your abilities and a little more effort, you could have a whole litter in less than a year..."

Ji Wuge and Zhu Si couldn't help but tremble with laughter, and Sikong Jin also couldn't help but laugh.