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

"Shut up!"

"I haven't eaten anything, and I don't have bad breath, so why should I shut up? Your Highness, I brush my teeth with mint water every day and drink lemon tea regularly, so my breath is very fresh. I'll perform a sword dance for you and sing 'Only You,' and you can give me back the ruby, okay? I sing very well. Back in X Department, I always won first place in every singing competition held in the palace. Not only am I good at playing the erhu, but I can also play the piano and flute. Really, I can..."

"I'm telling you to shut up!"

"This won't work either?"

Lord Sikong looked at Di Beizun in frustration, "Then do you have a girl you like but she doesn't like you back? I can help you win her over! Really, I'm really good at pursuing girls. You know Tang Jingyao, right? I helped him win over his wife, Lan Zixi. They're so loving now, it makes Ji Wuge very jealous... Oh dear!"

Emperor Beizun impatiently raised his hand and swept Lord Sikong aside. In a flash, Emperor Beizun was gone.

Lord Sikong scrambled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He wiped his face haphazardly, gritted his teeth, and pointed at Di Beizun's departing figure, saying hatefully, "Let you be arrogant! The day you fall into my hands, I'll fucking sleep with you to death!"

'Bah! '

As soon as Lord Sikong finished speaking, a sound suddenly came from ahead—

The noble and aloof man passing by under the moonlight had a tense expression. He slowed down to steady himself, and a hint of annoyance flashed across his handsome yet alluring face. His eyes changed several times, but in an instant, he returned to his usual calm and indifferent demeanor.

Lady Sikong returned to Crescent Moon Abode and spent the entire night lost in her beautiful dream of how she tormented Emperor Beizun, completely unaware of the storm that her antics with Emperor Beizun in the Dayong Imperial Palace would stir up the previous night.

The next morning, the entire capital was in an uproar. Several major events that had occurred overnight shocked the whole city!

Lady Sikong, who had just woken up from a sweet dream, was naturally unaware of the commotion. She only noticed that things seemed quite lively outside. While practicing her martial arts in the inner courtyard, she could faintly hear the hurried footsteps of patrol teams passing by. When she encountered Sikong Ming and the others in the corridor, she found that they also looked flustered, as if they had encountered something important.

It wasn't until Fatty Zhu Si rushed into Crescent Moon Cottage in a hurry and told Meng Benbo and Mei Ruhua about the latest situation from within that Lord Sikong understood the general situation—

A major earthquake struck the capital city, and several bizarre and inexplicable events occurred overnight!

First, the palace was burglarized last night, a fire broke out, and countless treasures were stolen!

Secondly, Lord Liu Haibo, the supervisor of the General Affairs Department of the Zhongzhou Association, was brutally murdered in the palace. The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Zhongzhou Association, the Eighth Princess Xing Zidie, was seriously injured and unconscious, and her right hand was amputated. The guards who searched the palace only found a string of foreign waist ornaments, which looked like ornaments worn by people from the Liao Dynasty or the Great Wilderness.

Third, when the guards led a search of the palace, they unexpectedly caught Consort Xian, Ruan Hongsha, having an affair with a guard in the emperor's favorite concubine's bedroom. The emperor was furious and immediately imprisoned Consort Xian in the imperial prison, and General Ruan Yi and his entire family were also imprisoned.

Fourth, the residence of the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire was broken into, and the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire was assassinated and injured.

……

"My lord, I believe it must have been the work of assassins from the Liao Dynasty!"

"Yes, and the fact that they dared to assassinate the Crown Prince of Dibei here means they definitely want to provoke a war between Da Zhou and Da Yong. This humble general can see through their conspiracy at a glance!"

"My lord, I also feel this matter is not simple! Hmm... what are you doing, my lord? Didn't you hear us analyzing it?"

Lord Sikong stroked his chin, glancing at Zhu Si with some suspicion. "Fatty, you're saying that Liu Haibo was killed by that assassin with a single sword strike, and the Eighth Princess was also seriously injured? That's too far-fetched, isn't it? Liu Haibo was a master, he was even the top martial arts champion back in the day, and the Eighth Princess was also a very skilled martial artist. How could they be so easily defeated... In my opinion, this is definitely not normal!"

"Unusual?"

"That's true. What kind of expert could kill Lord Liu Haibo in an instant and leave someone like the Eighth Princess completely defenseless?"

"What do you think, sir?"

The three men from Zhu Si all looked at Lord Sikong, whose brows were furrowed.

"I have three guesses," Lord Sikong raised his eyebrows and counted on his fingers. "First, this is a provocation launched by foreigners against the Great Yong royal family. Second, this is a grand conspiracy launched by someone using the name of foreigners. Third, uh... I can't think of anything..."

"Get lost, that's the same as saying nothing!"

Meng Benbo threw the half-eaten apple at Lord Sikong.

Lord Sikong dodged in alarm, glaring at Meng Benbo. "Deputy General Meng, if you dare to disrespect me again, I will not return your money!"

"This humble general will ask the madam for it; after all, she is your mother!"

"you are vicious!"

The Minister of Works glared at them, picked up the official hat from the table, held it to his waist, and walked outside, with Zhu Si following closely behind.

Upon arriving at the Ministry of War, the sun was already high in the sky. His superior, Lady Fang Huixue, had a large stack of documents brought over for Sikong Jin to review. They were mostly trivial matters, which Sikong Jin quickly reviewed and prepared. He then had his assistant deliver the reports to Lady Fang Huixue. However, before he could even finish a cup of tea, his assistant returned with all the documents and reports. The Vice Minister had only given two words—"Redo it!"

Lord Sikong cursed Fang Huixue a thousand times in his heart—that old woman who deserved to be unwanted!

Then, reluctantly, he complied. When he sent it over a second time, Master Fang still returned it and made him redo it.

This time, Lady Sikong was furious. She angrily slammed the documents onto her desk—

"I'm done! Fatty, look at the kind of woman you've found! She's clearly trying to make things difficult for me. Why does she complain about my handwriting? Does she even know anything about art? This is an artistic signature, it's cursive script! My signature is so powerful and majestic, that old woman doesn't understand calligraphy at all!"

"Sir, you'd be better off redoing this instead of complaining. Showing off your domineering power here is useless. Why didn't you dare say that in her office just now? It's like you're some kind of tough guy. You were the one who ran away with your tail between your legs the fastest!"

Zhu Si said in a low voice, his eyes filled with unusual disdain as he glanced at Lord Sikong—this guy who abandoned his comrades on the battlefield!