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

Zhu the Fatty glanced frantically at the hourglass in front of the hall, rushed towards the reception desk, and anxiously asked the guard, "Hello, may I ask how to get to Minister Fang Huixue's office?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled out his transfer order, officer's badge, and seal from his person.

"Go in, turn right at the second corner, and it's the first shop!"

After the guards checked and verified his identity, they let him pass.

Sikong Jin followed, and with the guidance of the guards, the two quickly found the room marked with Fang Huixue's office, and hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in.

Then Sikong Jin saw her legendary boss, Lady Fang Huixue!

She was a woman who looked very mature. She was standing in front of the desk, looking at a document in her hand. She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Her hair was neatly tied up, and she was quite good-looking. However, she had a stern face and looked somewhat serious and rigid, with a stern and cold demeanor.

Hearing the sound of the door being broken down, she coldly raised her head, her stiff face showing some displeasure. She frowned as she looked at Sikong Jin and Zhu Si, her gaze shifting for a moment before coldly glancing at Zhu Si, finally fixing on Sikong Jin.

"The Military Intelligence Bureau has always had very strict requirements for the etiquette of soldiers. Lord Sikong, Lord Zhu, and the Master of Ceremonies of the Military Intelligence Bureau, didn't they teach you the rules? Did you fail the etiquette test? You must knock before entering your superior's office. Don't you know this rule?"

Her voice was cold, and you could tell she was very unhappy.

"No... Lord Fang, please don't be angry. We were just worried about being late..."

Zhu, the chief strategist, glanced cautiously at Fang Huixue, secretly wiped away a cold sweat with his sleeve, and hurriedly explained.

"Lord Zhu, I now expect you to remember this rule! I don't need you to explain anything!"

"Oh! Lord Fang, I understand!"

Before Zhu Si could react, Sikong Jin had already turned and walked towards the door, closed it, and then knocked. Fang Huixue calmly looked towards the door and responded—

"Come in!"

Sikong Jin pushed open the door and walked in.

"Lord Fang, your humble servant Sikong Jin reports to you as ordered."

Only then did Zhu Si hastily follow Sikong Jin's example.

"Your office is the second one on the left after the third corner from this office, and the first one on the fourth corner. Someone will be there to assign you tasks."

Fang Huixue closed the document in her hand, casually tossed it onto the table, and looked at the two of them. "You were late on your first day in office, but I won't make things too difficult for you. Copy the official code of conduct three times and bring it to me before dark. Alright, you can leave now."

"Yes, my lord!"

The two emerged somewhat disheveled, and Lady Sikong immediately expressed her strong dissatisfaction to Strategist Zhu.

"Hey, Strategist Zhu, do you think that old woman inside might have just broken up with her boyfriend? We didn't do anything to her, so why is she giving us such a hard time?"

She's clearly a pretty and capable businesswoman, but she has a stern face, like a stern nun.

"I think she must be a woman who lacks love, which is why she's so twisted. Didn't you see the way she looked at you just now? It was like she wanted to devour you whole! It was terrifying!"

Lord Sikong thought for a moment, then added, "By the way, Lord Zhu, is that old woman married yet? Who is her husband? How could he have such courage to marry such an ice-cold woman! That unlucky fellow is truly amazing!"

Zhu Da Pangzi trembled slightly, his steps seeming a little unsteady.

"What's wrong? You look terrible."

"Lord Sikong asked with concern, squinting at Zhu Si. He could actually see a hint of sadness and heaviness in Zhu Si's small, beady eyes."

"My lord, I told you before that I have a fiancée, do you remember?" Zhu Si looked at Lord Sikong in a daze, his tone very somber.

Upon hearing this, Lord Sikong nodded, glanced at Zhu Si, and suddenly her eyes widened in shock. She asked in astonishment, "Zhu Si...you wouldn't...the fiancée you're talking about...could it be her? Good heavens! Abbess Miejue...although she looks very beautiful, she looks much older than you, doesn't she?"

Zhu Si gave a wry smile. "She is five years older than me. The brave and unlucky fellow you mentioned is me, sir!"

"No way!" Lord Sikong paused for a moment, then cautiously narrowed his eyes at Zhu Si. "Although your judgment isn't great, I at least believe in a man's instincts. No man would choose a woman like that! Could it be... could it be that you two were drunk and took advantage of her, only to be caught in bed together? Or perhaps, like me, you were betrothed in the womb?"

"No way! You're the one who got drunk and acted recklessly! I... I was tricked!"

Zhu Si took a deep breath. Recalling painful memories always required courage. "The first blind date my dad arranged for me was her... I heard she wasn't like this before. She had a fiancé, but he ran off with another woman... The moonlight was beautiful that night. We drank a few too many drinks, and under the long corridor in the backyard, she told me about this painful past... You know, at that moment, a man should offer his broad shoulders and warm embrace... Then, she cried. She mistook me for her fiancé... I don't know how she did it, but I swear, that was my first kiss... But my parents saw it, and they insisted that I had taken advantage of her. They got engaged the very next day... I resisted... but that tigress was too fierce..."

Zhu Si said miserably, his face contorted in a bitter expression, "I went to Malan City with the adults to avoid her, but who knew I'd run into her again on the way back, and she'd even become our boss..."

After Zhu Si finished speaking, Lord Sikong was already laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. "So... so it was all the moon's fault... This Abbess Miejue doesn't have the kind of cherry lips that make men want to kiss her just by putting on lipstick. Fatty, you're too out of control!"

Zhu Si's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He glared at Sikong Jin with hatred, his tone heavy and somber, "My lord, do you think this is funny? If this happened to you, I think you would be hiding in Malan City, not daring to utter a single word!"

Lord Sikong suppressed a laugh. "Fatty, I know you're strong, but I seem to foresee your tragic future!"

Zhu Si remained silent, his face filled with sorrow and helplessness, and nodded painfully.

"It's not as bad as you think. You can take a few concubines after she marries into the family."

"No, it was made clear during the engagement that taking a concubine was not allowed unless she agreed!"