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

Di Beizun's deep gaze suddenly turned sharp. He remained silent, his cold and handsome face as calm and still as the windless sea.

Lady Sikong's gaze gradually hardened, and she said in a serious, low voice, "Give up! If you also want to marry the Ninth Princess of Dayong! Brother, she is your brother's woman, what you are doing is immoral. She and I were betrothed since childhood, and we are in love. It is very painful for two people who do not love each other to be together. Brother, you can't do this! She is my woman, Sikong Jin's woman! Tell the Emperor of Dayong that your Great Zhou does not need to sacrifice a woman's happiness to fulfill your own."

Di Beizun stared calmly at Sikong Jin, a faint, perfect smile curving his lips, but his deep tone was tinged with sarcasm, "If I were to arrange a marriage, do you think you could be my match? Shouldn't you be asking these questions to your Emperor of Dayong?"

"I really love her. Why can't people who love each other be together?" Lord Sikong spread his hands in frustration, looking just like a young man troubled by love. "My mother is Princess Fenghua of your Great Zhou. Theoretically speaking, we are cousins. It's wrong of you to steal your cousin's woman. You are so handsome and unparalleled, you don't need another woman, right?"

Seeing the frustration on Sikong Jin's face, Di Beizun's eyes flickered with an ambiguous look, and his tone, which sounded somewhat strange, said with a half-smile, "I am indeed still missing a Crown Princess."

"Get lost! Are all the women in your Great Zhou Dynasty shrewish? You don't even like any of them? Do you really have to come to Great Yong and try to steal them from me? I introduced you to my sister, but you didn't want her!"

"I have never heard that Sikong Qi has a daughter."

"I have many cousins. Not long ago, the Emperor even chose one of them. The most beautiful one is not yet married. I think you two are a perfect match. You have to trust my judgment; I'm never wrong when it comes to people!"

As Lady Sikong spoke, she glared at Di Beizun with obvious displeasure, but her hands never stopped peeling lobsters for him. Di Beizun gave her a deep look, finally picked up a peeled lobster, dipped it in sauce, and put it in his mouth—

Ah!

Not bad!

To be served like this by Lady Sikong, probably only Emperor Beizun in the world could do so. And yet he still had such a cold and aloof demeanor. Lady Sikong glanced at him with some displeasure.

"Why are you so sure that I'm the one being arranged to marry?"

He raised his eyes and calmly looked at Lord Sikong opposite him, asking indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Lord Sikong immediately looked up in surprise and said, "Otherwise what? You wouldn't be telling me you want to marry my fiancée to be your father's concubine, to be your stepmother, would you?"

Emperor Beizun remained silent, his expression one of disbelief.

A stern look appeared on Lord Sikong's handsome face as he protested with considerable displeasure, "Hua'er is only fifteen years old, how old is your father! What right does this old geezer have to try and seduce a young girl? Shameless..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt the air around her drop in temperature. Sikong Jin looked up at Di Beizun's face, her voice gradually softening. Finally, she shut up, poured herself a full bowl of wine, and sighed, looking somewhat bewildered. "Medicine can't cure a false illness, and wine can't relieve true sorrow. You all don't understand this feeling."

With that, he drank it all in one gulp.

"You people who walk at the forefront of power will never understand what it feels like to like someone. You've never found true love, so it's impossible for you to understand this feeling..."

Lord Sikong gave a bleak smile, followed by a long, dejected sigh, his voice sounding very bitter.

"Come on, brother, I don't blame you anymore. Let's drink our fill and forget our troubles. This meal is on you tonight. I'll drink the alcohol, but you can pay later!"

Warm hands covered the cold back of Emperor Beizun's hands, the warmth spreading rapidly upwards. The next moment, her wrist was gently pinched by those slender, jade-like fingertips. The force was not strong, but Lady Sikong believed that if she moved even slightly, her wrist bones would be crushed in the next instant. She did not doubt this man's ability, nor did she doubt his cruelty and ruthlessness. Right now, his eyes could kill her a thousand times over!

……

Losing big!

Lord Sikong glared hatefully at the mess of cups and plates in front of him. The noble and aloof man didn't even let her touch them before turning away. The hateful purple-eyed sable even jumped in through the window and snatched the golden and jade pigeon that she hadn't even had a chance to touch while she wasn't paying attention!

It wasn't until the beautiful waitress approached with a smile and generously to settle the bill that she realized she had been ripped off by Emperor Beizun. Moreover, when he left, he had taken a jar of fine pear blossom wine from the counter, and the bill was paid for along with the food and wine on the table. In other words, the bill was all charged to Lord Sikong.

She initially wanted to chase after him, but upon seeing the bruises on her wrists, she hesitated.

She dare not!

Di Beizun's martial arts skills are too unpredictable. She might be able to outrun him, but if it comes to martial arts, she probably wouldn't be his match.

I got ripped off on two meals tonight, what a rip-off!

Especially this Emperor Beizun!

I originally wanted to scam him out of a meal, but I ended up getting scammed by him instead!

Lady Sikong's good mood was completely ruined. Her gaze darkened, and she gritted her teeth, raising her middle finger at Di Beizun's retreating figure with a hateful glare. She swore—

This matter really can't be left like this!

How dare this guy scheme against her?

What a despicable and hateful fellow!

I wish you impotence!

With a heavy heart, Lord Sikong still devoured the food and wine on the table before leaving Hilton, half-drunk and half-awake.

She didn't know how she got back to Crescent Moon Cottage. She vaguely remembered wandering around for a long time before finally finding the gate of the Sikong Mansion. Then, she seemed to have met someone in the corridor of the mansion. That person talked to her for a long time, but she couldn't remember a word of it. Then, she impatiently beat that person up badly, and her fists still hurt.

Last night, Zhu Da, the chief strategist, left with a long face. I don't know what happened, but before dawn today, he rushed over from the general's mansion, urgently telling the Minister of War to get up, wash, and report to the Ministry of War.

Lord Sikong was momentarily stunned. This fatso had been heartbroken to death last night when he learned that he had also been transferred to the Ministry of War, and now he was being so eager to get back to work. Lord Sikong found this very hard to understand.

"Hey, strategist Zhu, have you been through something?"

Lord Sikong lightly leaped down from the carriage, lifting the hem of his robe, and leisurely straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, while glancing at Zhu Si, who was already rushing into the Ministry of War building.

"Sir, you'd better hurry, you're going to be late! You have no idea how formidable that old woman is!"