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

Lord Sikong sighed, turned around and patted Zhu Si on the shoulder, his tone full of sympathy, "In that case, I can only express my infinite sympathy for your plight. Now that you both work in the Ministry of War, perhaps you can spark a romance in your daily interactions... Oh dear!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Si punched him.

"You fat bastard, you beat up your superior! Copy the official code of conduct six times! Deliver it to my desk before dark!"

"Dream on! You want me to take the punishment for you? No way!"

"I'm telling you, Lord Fang, that you just called her a tigress!"

……

The dawn was faint, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the sound of the xiao and guzheng intertwined and poured out in the quiet air. The spacious and melodious music carried far on the cool breeze.

Under the plane trees outside the manor, the refined and noble Prince Duan, Lord Xingqi Tian, ​​gracefully lifted the curtain and slowly alighted from the carriage. He looked up at the quiet and serene manor in front of him, and finally fixed his gaze on the expressionless guards standing guard in front of the vermilion gate.

"My lord, we have just learned that the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire is currently at the residence."

The servant stepped forward respectfully and bowed.

Xingqi Tian nodded slightly and gestured to the guard behind him. The guard immediately stepped forward and said, "Send the visiting card over."

"Yes! Your lord!"

The guard respectfully took out the visiting card from his sleeve and stepped forward.

Inside the inn, beneath the tall bookshelves filled with books in the elegant tea room, a noble, aloof, and exceptionally handsome man was holding a yellowed book and flipping through it. He was dressed in a neat black brocade robe, with large, blooming, rolling golden auspicious clouds along the hem.

"Your Highness, the Prince of Dayong, Lord Xingqi Tian, ​​has come to visit!"

Lord Feng Yang, the commander of the Great Zhou Imperial Guard, stood at the door and announced in a low voice.

"Kosaki Ten?"

Di Beizun looked up from the book and gazed at Feng Yang.

Feng Yang nodded respectfully and presented the visiting card with both hands, not daring to look into his master's deep and unfathomable eyes, much less his master's stunningly handsome face.

This master is none other than the renowned Crown Prince of their Great Zhou Dynasty. He possesses unparalleled beauty, audacity and talent that astound the world, and unfathomable martial arts skills. Imperial power is like soft clay in his hands, which he can mold at will. He is meticulous, methodical, and swift in action, and his cruel and ruthless methods are appalling.

He firmly controlled the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, effectively stripping the emperor of his power. The once-mighty emperor was now nothing more than a puppet in his hands. His abilities intimidated the court and the public, and countless people willingly submitted to him.

These things are naturally known only to a very small number of people.

In reality, you can't see any trace of coldness or sharpness in him. He is usually gentle, quiet, and taciturn. Apart from his slightly undisguised aura, he seems very peaceful. People who come into contact with him but don't know him well just think that he is in a high position and has a noble and aloof air about him. Even though he looks very peaceful, he still seems very unapproachable.

"Let him in."

Emperor Beizun closed the visiting card and uttered a single sentence indifferently.

"Yes!"

Feng Yang left, and Di Beizun put the book back on the bookshelf and turned to walk towards the couch next to the tea table.

When Lord Kosaki entered the room, he saw Teihoku Takashi leisurely brewing tea on the tatami mat.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness Prince Duan."

Before Xing Qitian could speak, Di Beizun's deep and calm voice rang out. He raised his head from the rising steam, glanced at Xing Qitian, and pointed to the seat opposite him, "Sit down."

This wasn't the first time Xing Qitian had met the legendary Crown Prince of the Northern Empire. He remembered that the last time he saw him was on his father's birthday. At that time, he was only fifteen years old, and he was already exceptionally talented and handsome. He never expected that after so many years, when he saw him again, even he, who was usually calm and composed, couldn't help but be taken aback.

A man with such looks and temperament is probably one in a thousand years.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Crown Prince of the Northern Empire, we meet again!"

Having been through many years of experience, Yukichi Ten quickly regained his senses and smiled as he sat down in the seat indicated by the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire.

"We meet again?" The Crown Prince of Dibei smiled slightly, a faint but perfect curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand to pour tea for Xing Qitian and smiled calmly. "I remember we've only met once before, on Father Emperor's birthday."

"Your Highness has a good memory." Xing Qitian suddenly smiled, his smile gentle and warm. "However, I am very grateful that Your Highness accepted my invitation. On behalf of the people of my Great Yong and on behalf of the Emperor of Great Yong, I sincerely welcome your arrival."

Crown Prince Dibei naturally understood the hidden meaning in Xing Qitian's words. Having been in the capital of Dayong for several days and refusing to see any guests, he must have already caused considerable dissatisfaction among most of those who came to visit him.

"I am truly sorry, Your Highness, I have just arrived in the capital of Dayong and have caught a cold, so I have been resting for a few days."

"Your Highness is too kind. I was worried that I might not be able to entertain you properly. Your Highness's presence in person to celebrate the birthday of Emperor Yong is a great comfort to me and the people of Yong. Your Highness must be tired from your journey. This guesthouse is simple. If Your Highness does not mind, you may move to the Yueyang Palace. Emperor Yong is very concerned about Your Highness."

Xingqi Tian's visit was actually to convey the condolences of the Emperor of Dayong. The power of the Great Zhou Dynasty was far beyond that of their Dayong Dynasty. If they were not careful, it was very likely to provoke a war between the two countries. At present, the friction between Dayong and Liao is very intense. If the Great Zhou puts pressure on them, then Dayong's situation will be very bad.

"I thank the Emperor of Dayong on my behalf. I am very comfortable here and there is no need to change." Crown Prince Dibei put down his teacup and said calmly, "Actually, I am not here only for the birthday of your Emperor of Dayong. I am sure His Highness Prince Duan knows that the marriage invitation from your Emperor of Dayong was sent to Da Zhou three months ago."

"Yes, the war between the two dynasties has resulted in enormous losses, chaos, and renewed warfare. It is the people who suffer. My Great Yong hopes to form an eternal alliance with the Great Zhou Dynasty to avoid war and give the people a peaceful and stable homeland."

"I sincerely said, Kosaki Ten."

"I believe in your dynasty's sincerity. I have heard that the chosen person for this marriage alliance is the Ninth Princess of the Great Yong Dynasty, Xing Fuhua, who is also Your Highness Prince Duan's only daughter. The Ninth Princess of the Great Yong Dynasty is a woman of unparalleled talent and beauty. I have long heard of her."

When the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire said this, his gaze remained fixed on Koki Ten.

However, Xing Qitian's expression was calm, and a faint smile appeared on his gentle face. "The choice of a marriage partner... My Great Yong Emperor will definitely choose a princess with both talent and beauty as the candidate for marriage, and then announce it at the birthday banquet. As for Hua'er, Your Highness, I have already made a promise with the late Commander Sikong to betroth my daughter to the eldest grandson of the Sikong family, Commander Sikong's son, Sikong Jin."