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

Xingqi Tian glanced at Ji Jiucheng with his gentle gaze, his tone slightly annoyed but also containing a hint of amusement, "You think I'm like you? A shameless old man! I heard that your concubine gave birth to a daughter for you last month?"

Ji Wuge laughed for a long time. Looking at his father's flushed face, he struggled to suppress his laughter. Then, his gaze fell on Sikong Jin.

“Ajin, you should have received the official document from the Ministry of Personnel. Come, let me introduce you to another official.” Ji Wuge then pointed to a handsome, dignified, and upright middle-aged man beside him and introduced him, “This is Minister of War, Lord Zhang Minghui, who will be your superior from now on.”

As soon as Ji Wuge finished speaking, Zhang Minghui's face also showed a kind smile, "Sikong Jin... very good, courageous and energetic, a very good young man! On behalf of the Ministry of War, I welcome you! Do a good job!"

Sikong Jin bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Lord Zhang. I will do my best!"

From their eyes and words, Sikong Jin could vaguely sense that they were from the same faction, meaning they were probably all on her side. At the very least, they had a relatively deep relationship with her father, Sikong Qi.

The group had obviously just finished their meal. With so many people around, they didn't linger for long. After exchanging greetings, they left, while Ji Wuge stayed behind.

Do you know who your supervisor is?

Ji Wuge poured a glass of wine, leaned over mysteriously, and whispered something in Sikong Jin's ear.

Lord Sikong raised an eyebrow. "In any case, she won't be an unparalleled beauty; she'll probably be a stereotypical old man."

Ji Wuge chuckled a few times. "Of course not. However, it might be somewhat related to what you expected. It's a waste of your talent to be a mere junior official in the Ministry of War. But you have quite a lot on your hands. At least, you're still in charge of Malan City. You might not know, but after the brief council meeting, the proposal from the Sikong family head was approved by two-thirds of the members. Even Lord Xingqi Tian, ​​who has always been neutral, proposed to increase the troops in Malan City."

"That old man suggested I go back to Maran City?"

Sikong Jin looked at Ji Wuge with a puzzled expression.

"He only raised the question of how to defend Hangu Pass and beyond, and mentioned your Malan City in the process."

In fact, Sikong Jin had heard of such brief council meetings before. They involved raising issues arising in the territories of various families, formulating comprehensive countermeasures, submitting them to the court for approval, and then implementing the actions.

Such efficiency is naturally much higher than a bunch of people having a lot of random discussions.

"So what was the outcome of the discussion? When do they plan to let me go back to Malan City? There are too many powerful figures in the capital. In Malan City, I'm the one who calls the shots. I still prefer Malan City."

Lord Sikong shrugged and said leisurely, while Zhu Si, who was standing to the side, was so anxious that he couldn't help but interject, "General Ji, does Lord Sikong really intend to be sent on an overseas mission?"

"Specific arrangements will be made after the Emperor's birthday banquet and the Seventh Plenary Session of the Four Stars of the Central Plains Society. Ajin, you should go to the Ministry of War to take up your post for now. The border is tense recently, and there are many things to do there. Consider it as going to help. Oh, by the way, Lord Zhu, you should also go to the Ministry of War with your superior. As for Generals Meng and Mei, let them report to the reserve office of the Commandant first. We will make appropriate adjustments after the Seventh Plenary Session of the Four Stars."

Ji Wuge spoke in a serious tone, while taking out a transfer order from his sleeve and handing it to Zhu Si.

Strictly speaking, although Sikong Jin did not hold any position in the Zhongzhou Society, the Four Banners Army to which she belonged was still within the Zhongzhou Society's military command structure and had not been removed from the title of Grand Commander of the Wangzhou Road Army. Therefore, she was still under the jurisdiction of the Second Army Corps of Wangzhou in Hangu. Her direct superior was General Ji Wuge, and her superior was her future father-in-law, Prince Duan, Lord Xingqi Tian.

Therefore, if the imperial power does not interfere, the transfer of officials is generally handled internally.

Zhu the Fatty took the transfer order, opened it, and immediately trembled. He looked up at Ji Wuge, his eyes glazed over, almost empty.

"General Ji? Could this transfer order be wrong?"

He clearly told his father that he would be transferred directly to the General Affairs Department, so why did he become Sikong Jin's little follower?

Suddenly, Zhu the Fatty felt dizzy and staggered, almost falling over. Just moments before, he had clearly seen bright sunshine, blue skies, and white clouds, but in an instant, dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. He suddenly realized—

His future looks bleak!

Yes!

Following such a corrupt official as Sikong Jin, he must have been an extremely wicked person in his past life, committing countless evils. This is his retribution!

With a pained expression, Zhu Da Pangzi glanced at the transfer order again, as if he had suddenly remembered something. He then recalled that when Ji Wuge asked the adults if they knew who his superior was, he had given him a strange look...

So……

Zhu Da Pangzi's entire body of fat was trembling, his eyes filled with terror, and his face changed drastically!

He threw down the transfer order, his resentment overflowing. With a mournful face, he rushed forward, grabbed Sikong Jin's arm, and pleaded, "My lord, I know I was wrong! Please, have mercy and let me go! Let me go with Mei Ruhua and Meng Benbo to report to the reserve command. I still have an elderly mother at home, and I don't want to die young, my lord! I beg you!"

Lord Sikong stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the trembling strategist Zhu—

In her memory, although this great strategist was usually greedy for small gains, quite lecherous and stingy, farted a lot in his sleep and ate a lot, he was fearless, brave and tenacious, always taking the lead when facing the enemy, and had both wisdom and courage!

But why is he behaving like this now?

Does following Sikong Jin make him feel that terrified?

Is she, Sikong Jin, more terrifying than the army of the Liao Dynasty?

It has more deterrent power than their hundreds of thousands of troops in the Liao Dynasty.

Ji Wuge chuckled sinisterly, then quietly turned his head and whispered to Sikong Jin, "You'll find out what's going on when you go to report to your superior tomorrow! There's a beautiful legend about a devil in the Ministry of War..."

Zhu Da Pangzi, who was clinging to Sikong Jin's arm and pleading desperately, naturally heard Ji Wuge's words and his expression changed drastically. "My lord, I quit! I resign!"

The Minister of Works raised an eyebrow, glanced at Strategist Zhu, and said in a serious tone with a hint of reproach, "Sir Zhu, as a esteemed strategist, you should remain calm and strong in any situation. How could you resign because you are dissatisfied with your transfer? You are really too ignorant! Obeying orders is a soldier's duty, don't you understand?"