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

"You're quite something, Sikong Jin, to have the Emperor of Dayong summon you back from Malan City. I don't like talking to people who pretend to be confused. When news from the border reached the court, I knew it was you who did it."

Di Beizun's calm, deep voice rang out, his eyes gleaming with a profound, dark light.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin was stunned, his face filled with surprise. "Your Highness, what are you saying? This humble official does not understand..."

Di Beizun gave a mysterious and inscrutable cold laugh, and did not continue. He silently lowered his eyes and remained silent. Sikong Jin looked up at him and felt that he was like a warm sunset that transcended the mundane world, quietly hanging in the western sky.

"Your Highness, I've heard that your martial arts skills are quite impressive. Would you be willing to demonstrate them to me?"

"Don't just drink all the time, say a few words to me."

"I've heard that your Great Zhou capital is very prosperous, and even the trees along the roadside are decorated with gold, is that true?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? I never imagined we could have such a beautiful night, under the flowers and the moon, talking about life and ideals..."

"Look, the moon is so round tonight. Your Highness, why don't you go and perform a sword dance for me? It would be nice to see you in such a festive mood."

Di Beizun remained silent, quietly drinking his wine, while Sikong Jin across from him chattered on and on. After a long while, he finally raised his head slightly, turned his gaze to the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky, and chuckled in a deep voice, "Look up at the moon in the sky now. The moon is past its zenith. How can there be a full moon in the sky? Can't you even come up with a better topic to start a conversation?"

Her already stunningly beautiful face, coupled with that captivating smile, left Lady Sikong momentarily stunned. After a long pause, she finally snapped out of it and blurted out, "Your Highness, let's be friends!"

"friend?"

His deep, gentle voice was magnetic, captivating even Lord Sikong. Staring at him, Lord Sikong nodded vigorously, “Being friends with me has many advantages. I’m humorous and fun-loving, caring and considerate to my friends, and extremely loyal. I’m also quite good-looking. Everyone who’s friends with me has a great time playing with me. You’ll definitely be happy being friends with me.”

"Then perform a sword dance for me first, let me see if it makes me happy, and then I'll decide whether we're suitable to be friends, how about that?"

Di Beizun's lips curled into a faint smile, a perfect smile blooming in the cool night breeze, making Sikong Jin almost unable to look away. She felt a moment of daze and nodded with misty eyes.

"Alright, bring me your sword. Today I'll show you what sword dancing is all about."

Lord Sikong laughed heartily and reached out to the guard beside him.

Di Beizun smiled calmly, his fair and slender hand reaching into his sleeve, whereupon a black short sword suddenly appeared.

Lady Sikong raised an eyebrow. As soon as the short sword appeared, she vaguely felt a sharp chill approaching, and the surrounding air seemed to drop in temperature. She reached out in surprise to take it. The moment her fingertips touched the blade, a chilling sensation spread from her fingertips, and her body couldn't help but tremble. However, after a moment, the chill turned into a warm feeling, instantly making her feel refreshed.

The black scabbard was engraved with ancient and intricate patterns, depicting a blooming and spreading red spider lily. Its enchanting red color shone with a faint radiance. Sikong Jin drew the sword in surprise, and a low-key crimson light burst forth with a sharp sword aura, its edge piercingly sharp.

"Moon Soul?"

Sikong Jin accurately stated its name: the Supreme Sword of the Martial World. How could this thing have it?

Di Beizun did not answer, but turned his body slightly to the side and looked indifferently at the night sky outside the window. His expression was very calm and his emotions were unreadable.

Sikong Jin shrugged, then stood up slowly. With a light touch of her toes on the ground, her slender body transformed into a fleeting moonlit shadow as she darted out of the window. In the blink of an eye, she had landed steadily in the courtyard outside the window.

A long wind blew down a few fallen leaves, and under the desolate frost that danced in the air, a crimson sword light flashed out, and a clear whistle rang out, like the cry of a crane in a cold pond, echoing through the heavens.

A thunderous explosion of true energy ripped through the silence of the night. Crimson sword light darted wildly through the air, its clear light chilling. Sikong Jin swung her right arm with lightning speed, and the crimson sword flashed past her eyes. The world before her seemed to be instantly cleaved into two distorted pieces. The sword's momentum stirred the surrounding air currents, and the countless streaks of light flying in the sky were shattered by the rapid and fierce sword force, scattering in all directions.

Treading on the moon and flying frost.

Sharp and graceful, the crimson light shimmered within a radius of several feet, shattering the cold moonlight.

The night wind blew up the moonlit robes, and under the pale light of the sky, her slender and thin figure had already transformed into a series of sharp afterimages. The clear shadows intertwined, and in an instant, only a desolate and murderous atmosphere remained in the world.

Sikong Jin's short sword is known for its speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy. Her moves are unpredictable, and if you are not careful, you may die by her sword in the next moment. On the list of rising stars in weaponry at X Department, in addition to the firearms and ammunition she usually uses and poison, Qi Ye is famous for her hidden weapons and daggers, and A Xing is the swift-bladed Yama. But she is a master swordsman. She is proficient in both Western swordsmanship and traditional Chinese martial arts.

Di Beizun leaned leisurely against the window, a slight look of surprise on his captivating face, his long eyelashes concealing the faint glimmer in his eyes.

"Your Highness, can we be friends now?"

A gentle voice drifted in from the cool breeze.

Amidst the echoing sword energy and clear whistling sounds, crimson light crisscrossed and crisscrossed wildly under the cold moon, and the moves changed unpredictably in an instant, transforming from the previous sharp and cold style into a leisurely and indifferent mist lingering under the moon.

Di Beizun raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his lips widened slightly. He could see from the unpredictable swordsmanship that the swordsman was displaying a near-perfect art of killing.

The reason why Sikong Jin dared to perform so recklessly in front of Di Beizun was that she knew in her heart that if you wanted to get close to such an unfathomable man, you probably wouldn't be able to do it without some real skills.

You have to be willing to risk your cubs to catch the wolf. Anyway, she had dealt with him before, so there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Excellent swordsmanship."

Emperor Beizun gave this evaluation in a low voice.

Sikong Jin's sword stopped in mid-air, its tip piercing a green leaf. The moment the sword's momentum dissipated, the green leaf instantly turned into a wisp of powder, scattering in the wind.

A clear smile appeared on her delicate face. She withdrew her Moon Soul, raised it slightly, and smiled at Emperor Beizun, "So, Your Highness means we can be friends?"

Di Beizun's gaze darkened, but he smiled without speaking.