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

"Go aside!"

Sikong Jin only had time to push Xing Fuhua in front of Meng Benbo before she was a step too slow. Liu Zhang's cold palm struck her shoulder, and the powerful shockwave hit her. Her back slammed hard against the railing behind her, and she staggered, almost falling down the stairs. The surging hatred in her mind instantly rushed to Sikong Jin's heart. Without thinking, she grabbed the vase behind her and swung it at Liu Zhang with almost all her inner strength.

"Brother Jin, be careful!"

"Lord be careful!"

Xing Fuhua and the others gasped in alarm.

'Bah! '

In that instant, an even more powerful burst of true energy suddenly erupted, shattering the palm strike of Lord Sikong. A ghostly black shadow swept across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it had already lifted the swaying Sikong Jin and flew out of the teahouse like lightning.

The man's movements were so fast that when everyone came to their senses, all they saw was the golden auspicious cloud rolling around the corner of his clothes.

"Brother Jin!"

Xing Fuhua's eyes were slightly moist, and she hurriedly tried to catch up. At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from below, and the crowd automatically parted to the sides. Tang Jingyao, the acting Grand Master of the Judicial Gate, led dozens of patrol teams and rushed in.

"What's going on? Who's so bold as to start a fight here?"

Tang Jingyao glared coldly at Liu Zhang, who was clutching his chest in pain from the internal force, his face extremely grim.

"Chief Tang, Sikong Jin has injured my cousin. You should immediately send someone to arrest him and bring him back for investigation!" Liu Zhang said angrily, pointing to Liu Xin, who was lying on the ground groaning and rolling around beside him.

"Shut up! You two fighting one person, aren't you ashamed! Deputy Chief Liu Zhang, you're now the Deputy Chief of the Military Intelligence Department of the Central Plains Society, how come your awareness hasn't improved at all? Officials fighting in the street should be severely punished, and not only did you not stop them, you added fuel to the fire by fighting with them, which makes your crime even more serious and warrants a more severe punishment, don't you know that? Go back and copy the official code of conduct a hundred times! Send it to your superior in three days, and I will have a good talk with him! Now, come with me to the judicial office and explain the situation clearly!"

Tang Jingyao completely ignored Liu Zhang's words and launched into a tirade, "What kind of manners do you have? How did you become a deputy cabinet minister? Aren't things troublesome enough? Why are you always making things worse?"

His gaze swept across the Ninth Princess's worried face, and Tang Jingyao's tone softened, but he still kept a straight face. "Your Highness, and the rest of you, please come with me to the Judicial Gate. There are some things that need to be investigated."

Xing Fuhua was startled and turned to look in the direction where Sikong Jin had just disappeared, her eyes filled with worry and unease.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, Ajin is a shrewd person who knows how to protect herself."

Tang Jingyao transmitted this message via private voice.

Only then did Xing Fuhua nod slightly and leave with Tang Jingyao and his group.

All of this was witnessed by a distinguished guest in a private room on the second floor of the teahouse.

Heishan frowned as he watched the tea drinkers slowly disperse below. He couldn't help but turn to look at Tuoba Yu, whose eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, who exactly was the person who took Sikong Jin away just now? This person's lightness skill is amazing. I didn't even have time to see what that person looked like."

Tuoba Yu smiled calmly, took a leisurely sip of tea, and looked in the direction where Sikong Jin had just been swept away. He tapped the table lightly with his slender fingertips, and with a cold echo, he laughed, "See? Lord Sikong, I told you we would meet again here."

"Your Highness?"

Black Mountain looked at his master with some confusion and called out softly again.

"To possess such lightness skill, and to not even bother to conceal one's presence with a heavy black brocade robe, appearing and disappearing without a trace, there is only one person in the world who is so mysterious and unpredictable."

Tuoba Yu put down his teacup, glanced at Heishan with a half-smile, and suddenly stood up.

"Your Highness means that person is the Crown Prince of Dibei?"

Heishan stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Besides him, I can't think of anyone else with such ability."

Tuoba Yu's gaze suddenly turned somber. He had clearly felt the terrifying power of Sikong Jin's palm strike. If it were Tuoba Yu himself, he probably wouldn't have gained any advantage in dealing with it. The newcomer seemed to be able to neutralize it effortlessly, which showed how high this person's martial arts skills were.

……

In front of the main hall of the residence where the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire was staying.

Emperor Beizun landed steadily, his hand resting on Sikong Jin's collar.

'Bah! '

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out, and as a light dust rose, Sikong Jin grimaced as she got up, glaring hatefully at Di Beizun. "Why did you stop me from killing that bastard?"

"If you kill him, you'll be the one going to hell tomorrow."

A mocking smile flashed across Di Beizun's usually calm and beautiful face. His mysterious and deep eyes looked indifferently at the battered and tattered Lord Sikong, and he sneered, "It's rare to see you in such a sorry state."

"It's rare to see you grinning like that again!"

Lord Sikong angrily patted the dust off his clothes, turned around with a gloomy expression, and plopped down on the steps behind him. His clear eyes were filled with a gloomy aura, and the surging anger in his chest lingered for a long time.

"You've endured so much, and now you're letting it all go to waste because of a moment of anger? Are you willing to accept that?"

Di Beizun didn't argue with her. He stood with his hands behind his back in the warm sunlight, looking down at her sitting on the steps. His exquisite and beautiful face was relaxed and indifferent, like a light mist swirling under the cold moon.

Sikong Jin was taken aback, glared at him, and did not answer.

Di Beizun was a man of few words. Seeing that Sikong Jin did not answer, he was too lazy to pay attention to her. He glanced at her indifferently, then suddenly turned around and walked into the house.

"Are we friends, Your Highness?"

At this moment, Sikong Jin finally spoke in a low voice.

Di Beizun suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at her with a cold expression. Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you think?"

I think so!

Sikong Jin met his inscrutable gaze with unwavering eyes, her tone firm.

"Then do you still think it's necessary to ask?" It was a sarcastic and indifferent tone.

Lord Sikong's bruised and swollen face darkened, and his booming voice rang out, "If you're a friend, why don't you hurry up and find me a bottle of painkiller and bruise-reducing medicine? Do you want me to die of pain? I have to attend the Emperor's birthday banquet tomorrow!"

The Crown Prince of Dibei, who was about to continue walking inside, was almost startled by Lord Sikong's loud shout and immediately withdrew his long legs. Even he, a man of great experience, had to admit that Lord Sikong was shameless enough to be impressed by the matter-of-fact tone.