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

"Sikong Jinji?"

The Crown Prince of the Northern Empire gave a low laugh, a laugh that was rather unbelievable.

"I heard that this young Minister of Works has just been transferred back from elsewhere? I wonder where he is currently serving?"

"He just reported to the Ministry of War today."

……

As he left the guesthouse, Xing Qitian felt that something was amiss. Di Beizun had asked several questions about Sikong Jin and seemed completely uninterested in the marriage alliance. Moreover, whenever Sikong Jin was mentioned, Di Beizun's gaze would suddenly become unpredictable.

Could it be that the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom knows Sikong Jin?

Kousaki Ten was puzzled. After thinking for a while, he decided not to linger and got into the carriage to head straight for the Dayong Imperial Palace.

……

The day passed quickly, and as the warm afterglow of the setting sun streamed in through the window, Lady Sikong, who had been sleeping for almost a day on her large, tidy desk, finally slowly woke up. She lazily stretched, and her drowsy eyes subconsciously scanned her surroundings, immediately spotting the strategist Zhu Si, who was writing furiously on the opposite couch.

"Fatty? What are you doing here?"

Lord Sikong looked at Zhu Si in surprise. Shouldn't he be in his office?

"My lord, I am copying the code of conduct for officials."

Zhu Si raised his head and glanced at Sikong Jin with a shifty look in his eyes.

Lord Sikong nodded. "I know that. Six times. Are you almost done copying? Also, shouldn't you be in your office?"

"I was keeping watch for you, sir. You don't know how many patrolling guards came by just now! If I hadn't gotten rid of them for you, you would have been discovered and recorded, and you would have been publicly criticized in three days!"

"When did you become so kind? Are you afraid that Abbess Miejue will summon you?"

Lord Sikong squinted, looking at Zhu Si with a half-smile.

"Don't be ungrateful! I've copied the official code of conduct six times and left it here. You can take it to Lord Fang yourself. It's getting dark, and my mother is waiting for me to have dinner, so I won't keep you company any longer. See you tomorrow!"

Zhu Si quickly packed up his writing materials and fled with his tail between his legs before Lord Sikong could react, demonstrating the extent of his fear of Fang Huixue.

With a sigh, Lord Sikong took the official code of conduct that the fat man had copied and went to Vice Minister Fang Huixue's office.

"Lord Sikong, can you explain why the handwriting on these six copies of the Official Code of Conduct is exactly the same?"

Fang Huixue still had a stern face, not giving Sikong Jin any kind look, her voice was icy cold, like a block of ice.

Lord Sikong was very dissatisfied and categorized her as a menopausal woman who had been deprived of love for a long time. This kind of ice-cold boss meant that they would never be able to work together happily, let alone have fun together.

However, Lord Sikong only said this to himself in his heart, while a faint and innocent smile remained on his handsome face. "Reporting to you, sir, the mission has been completed. We soldiers have always focused on results, not on the process. It is already late today, so let's not dwell on these trivial details. To celebrate my first day in office, I have already made a reservation at the Hilton Hotel. I wonder if Lord Fang would do me the honor of having dinner with me?"

"No need, Lord Sikong. I hope you can hand over the three copies of the Official Code that you personally copied to my desk tomorrow. You may leave now."

Lord Sikong secretly took a breath, feeling quite puzzled.

"Lord Fang, it's like this, your humble servant..."

"Lord Sikong, I am very busy..."

……

A rigid woman!

Lord Sikong walked out of Fang Huixue's office in frustration, suddenly feeling boundless sorrow for Zhu Si...

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon, darkness quickly descended. Just as Lord Sikong stepped out of the Ministry of War's gatehouse, he heard someone shouting—

"Lord Sikong! Lord Sikong!"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Lord Sikong, with documents tucked between his fingers, turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. He then discovered that a carriage was parked not far away, and the guard standing in front of it was none other than Tang Jingyao's capable assistant.

"Guard Wang? What a coincidence? You're here at the Ministry of War on business?"

Lord Sikong walked over with a smile and greeted him warmly.

Guard Wang smiled and said, "It's not a coincidence. I was waiting here for Lord Sikong on purpose."

"You waited for me here on purpose?"

Lord Sikong raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Guard Wang in surprise.

"Lord Sikong, my master and mistress have prepared a sumptuous banquet at their residence to celebrate your promotion. They sent me to fetch you there. General Ji has already arrived and is waiting for you!"

To hold a banquet to celebrate?

When did Tang Jingyao become so sensible?

Lord Sikong glanced at Guard Wang with surprise, then smiled and said, "Is that so... Then go to the Hilton Hotel and get a few bottles of wine, preferably over a hundred years old. Put the bill on Tang Jingyao's name, since he's treating..."

"This……"

"Go ahead, I can walk there myself, it's not far!"

After saying that, Lord Sikong had already disappeared in a flash.

Inside the simple yet elegant hall of Tang Mansion Jingxi Xiaozhu, Tang Jingyao and Ji Wuge were leisurely drinking tea and chatting, waiting for someone who liked to be late.

"How long do you think Sikong Jin will stay in the Ministry of War this time?"

Tang Jingyao took a sip of tea, looked at Ji Wuge across from him, and had a somewhat amused smile on his face.

"I have no idea. You know, his boss is now that rigid old woman, Fang Huixue. Last time, she almost used all of her guards to hunt down the strategist Zhu Si who ran away from his marriage. Zhu Si isn't stupid. This time, he's walking right into a trap, and he'll drag A Jin down with him no matter what. I can almost see their miserable future."

Ji Wuge smiled gloatingly.

"What tragic future? Hasn't Sikong Jin arrived yet?"

A clear, melodious voice rang out, and a long, flowing emerald dress floated by—

Lan Zixi, Tang Jingyao's beautiful wife, gracefully walked over carrying fresh grapes and apples.

Lan Zixi was a famous beauty in the capital city of Dayong. She was intelligent, elegant, and charming. She was the dream lover of countless princes, nobles and young men in the capital. Her popularity was almost comparable to that of the famous Ninth Princess Xing Fuhua.

Tang Jingyao went to great lengths to pursue her, and the two have only been married a short time, but are now deeply in love.

"Xier!"

Upon seeing his wife, Tang Jingyao's gentle and peaceful face immediately lit up with a warm smile, and his tone was so tender that it made Ji Wuge feel nauseous and gave her goosebumps.

"Brother Jing, what were you talking about just now?"

Lan Zixi placed the fruit on the table and tidied up the chess pieces that the two of them had carelessly discarded.

"It's nothing. I just said that Ajin has become Fang Huixue's subordinate this time. Because of Zhu Si, he might have a very miserable life." Tang Jingyao gently put his arm around her slender waist and smiled.