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

"hero?"

Hearing this, the fat man felt a surge of joy, but then he thought for a moment, "But, sir, it was you who stuck a fork into my horse, and my horse got startled... Now how am I supposed to get the provisions?"

The fat man's expression changed slightly. Recalling that close call, he was still sweating profusely. If he hadn't been quick-witted that time, he would have been a hedgehog and died on the Malan Grassland.

Sikong Jin coughed lightly a few times, a flickering light in her eyes, and leaned closer to the fat man, "Don't worry, I've already inquired. Su Jing of Wanchun Pavilion is Jing Sheng's daughter, Jing Su. She came here to find true love, and you, Fatty, are her true love. You should accompany her on a never-ending romance..."

"Jing Su! My God, sir, are you referring to that fierce Jing Su from the Marquis of Jing's mansion who is nearly thirty and still unmarried?"

"No way, she's only twenty-five this year! She's the perfect age, beautiful and rich. She could provide her with enough food for a month or two, or even several years' worth."

"My lord! This is unacceptable! I have a fiancée!"

The fat man wailed, "So that's why you've been coming here so often lately! Sir, I never knew you were so wicked! You're the worst of the worst among men!"

"I didn't ask you to marry her. All you need to do is get the warehouse token from her... Here, this is Wenren Zui..."

Sikong Jin glanced around, then furtively pulled a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and slipped it into the fat man's hand. Just then—"Little brother Sikong—"

A soft, seductive voice drifted in from outside the door, and Sikong Jin froze instantly...

Noticing that something was wrong with Sikong Jin, the fat man turned around in surprise to look at his master, only to see that Sikong Jin had already quickly gotten up, grabbed the tablecloth next to her, and wrapped up the roast suckling pig and honey-glazed roast pigeon on the table.

"Sir, what are you doing? Why did you blow out the light? Why did you open the window? The river wind is so cold... Why are you pulling the curtains?"

The fat man watched with curiosity as Lord Sikong made a series of lightning-fast movements.

"Fatty! Hero! This place is in your hands now. You must take good care of Miss Jingsu. The provisions depend on you! Oh, and if Jingsu asks about me, just say I had an upset stomach and went home to take a dump!"

After saying that, Sikong Jin slung the cloth bag over her shoulder, grabbed one end of the curtain, and jumped out of the window in an instant...

"My lord! My lord! What's wrong with you? How did you suddenly get an upset stomach? And why are you taking roasted pig with you while you're taking a dump? I haven't even eaten yet, my lord!"

The fat man roared at the window, but there was no sign of Sikong Jin below.

After jumping out of the window, Sikong Jin quickly left Wanchun Tower. If Jing Su caught her, Sikong Jin wouldn't be able to escape, and she might not even be able to keep her first kiss!

Instead of heading directly to the mansion, Sikong Jin sped off towards the military camp.

It was quite late at night, the entire sky was dark, the night sky was pitch black, there wasn't a single star, and the spring chill was biting, the wind was freezing cold.

Sikong Jin walked through the wide street and into a dark alley. After passing through this alley and walking a little further, she would reach the military post station outside the city, where there were horses!

However, after walking only a few dozen meters, Sikong Jin suddenly stopped, a hint of doubt appearing in her eyes. A strangely familiar smell filled her sensitive nostrils—the smell of blood!

Sikong Jin was born with a very sensitive nose; people in the organization called her a dog's nose. This ability did not disappear after she transmigrated to this dynasty. Moreover, she was very vigilant and had a particularly keen sense of smell, able to sense even the slightest disturbance—a necessary skill for someone who had mastered super ninjutsu!

He subconsciously slowed his pace, pulled up the hood of his cloak to cover his entire face, and then crouched down and slowly moved forward.

The stench of blood grew stronger, and the alleyway was eerie and gloomy. Trash was strewn everywhere, and a strange, chilling aura seemed to linger in the air. Sikong Jin couldn't help but shiver.

After walking a few more steps, I suddenly heard a sound coming from a side road.

Sikong Jin stopped and turned her head to look—there seemed to be a person lying in the alleyway in front of her, no, to be precise, someone leaning against the wall. The person was less than two zhang away from her, and she didn't know whether they were dead or alive. A strong smell of blood was wafting from there.

Sikong Jin shrugged, touched the still-warm roasted pig on her shoulder, and turned to leave.

She wasn't one to meddle; if it wasn't her business, she wouldn't interfere, even if she watched someone die. She considered this a very unique and significant strength of hers—her organizational and disciplined nature. If the organization awarded a discipline honor, she guaranteed she'd receive it every year!

"Wait... help me..."

Just as Sikong Jin turned around, a weak voice came over.

Hmm, it's a man's voice!

"Huh? The person isn't dead?" Sikong Jin turned her head and looked at the man in the light reflected from the street corner. "Your enemies should be nearby, and I'm not a savior."

The meaning is clear: I have no intention of saving anyone.

The man coughed a few times, coughing with great difficulty, indicating that he was seriously injured. The light was too dim to see his appearance clearly, and his face was covered with a mask.

"Young man...I'm badly injured..."

I can hear it!

"If you save me, I... will repay you properly..."

The man struggled with difficulty, but seemed unable to muster any strength.

"Ok?"

Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow, then braced herself against the wall with one hand and held onto the thing on her shoulder with the other. Looking at the struggling man, she said calmly, "Then you should name your price and see what you're worth. I'll consider it and see if it's worth the risk."

As soon as Sikong Jin finished speaking, the man coughed violently a few more times. "Do you know who I am? If you save me, you will receive unexpected benefits!"

"I don't know! The most unexpected benefit for me is how much money you can offer me to sway me?"

'Cough cough...' The man was so angry at Sikong Jin's directness that he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"One hundred thousand taels!"

The sound of gnashing teeth.

Gold or silver?

Sikong Jin pressed for an answer.

"gold!"

"Pay within one month?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, deal!"

Sikong Jin happily made the decision and was about to step over to help the person up when, at that moment, her keen ears suddenly twitched—footsteps!

Someone is chasing us from ahead, and—there's a murderous aura about them!

"Quick! He must be nearby. He can't have gone far since he's injured!"

"Hurry up! We can't afford to let them escape!"

"There's blood here! It's up ahead! Quick! It's definitely up ahead, rush in and kill him, quick!"

"There! There's someone there!"

"It's definitely him! Quick!"

……

"Help me get away quickly, it's them!"

The man's voice became somewhat hurried.

Sikong Jin turned her head and looked into the alley ahead. Sure enough, several men in black, wielding gleaming, sharp knives, were charging straight towards her. Their murderous aura made Sikong Jin raise an eyebrow. Without thinking too much, she casually pulled the bundle off her shoulder and forcefully tossed it towards the charging men...

Before the man could react, he only felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, and then his body was suspended in mid-air, tightly wrapped in a cloth bag. A cool breeze whistled past, and he began to sway, and then he knew nothing more...