lcionline Chapter 380 Lord Sikong's Tenderness
Chapter 380 Lord Sikong's Tenderness
"Sir, please let us go into the city right away to take a bath and change our clothes..."
Seeing the smug expressions on their faces, Sikong Jin could only shrug and arrange for the majority of his troops to enter the city.
That evening, in Emperor Beizun's palace, Minister Sikong hosted a banquet in the name of His Majesty the Northern Emperor for a group of officials, and relentlessly begged Emperor Beizun to accompany them!
Meng Benbo and his gang were too arrogant, bullying her at the drop of a hat. She decided to reveal the powerful backing of Emperor Beizun to intimidate them. This would not only suppress them but also boost morale!
At this moment, in the main hall of the palace's front courtyard, the sounds of harps and other stringed instruments filled the air, and songs and dances filled the air.
While enjoying the song and dance, Meng Benbo and his companions also feasted to their hearts' content—such a wonderful experience was almost a once-in-a-lifetime for them, and with the aloof and unparalleled supreme ruler of the world, His Majesty the Northern Emperor, accompanying them, they would have plenty to brag about when they returned.
Before long, several jars of top-quality daughter's red wine were gone, and everyone was a little tipsy. When they looked up at the singing and dancing in front of them, their vision became somewhat blurry.
Meanwhile, Lady Sikong, seated to the right of Emperor Beizun, seemed to become more and more sober as she drank. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and a rare, relaxed smile graced her elegant and beautiful face. She watched the dancers' graceful movements with a calm expression, occasionally lowering her head to sip the wine in her cup.
This moment is quite rare. It's really not easy for everyone to get together. If Su Yue and Ji Wuge were here too, everything would be perfect, right?
She sighed to herself, looking at Meng Benbo and the others across from her, who were drunk and staggering, and had already passed out. She couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her temples, and then turned to look at Sikong Mo beside her. Sikong Mo had already fallen asleep on the table.
My alcohol tolerance is pretty low!
Looking at the sleeping Sikong Mo, Sikong Jin saw his gradually growing appearance and felt as if she had aged and grown tired.
Thinking about it, it makes sense. It's been quite a few years, and getting to this point hasn't been easy, especially now that there's no turning back.
The night wind kept blowing in from outside the door, making the sparks in the brazier flicker. Suddenly, she noticed that Sikong Mo seemed to tremble slightly unconsciously. Only then did she come back to her senses, take a deep breath, pull off the cloak from her shoulder and cover Sikong Mo with it, and then fill her own cup with wine.
"You all stand down!"
Di Beizun, who was equally lucid above, suddenly spoke in a low voice, and gave a wink to Eunuch Xu beside him. Eunuch Xu immediately understood and arranged for people to help Meng Benbo and Sikong Mo down. The dancers and musicians also left, leaving only Di Beizun and Sikong Jin in the entire hall.
Seeing the hall suddenly empty, Sikong Jin also got up somewhat listlessly. She was about to invite Di Beizun to go back together when, before she could even speak, Di Beizun above her spoke up, "Where are you going?"
His tone seemed to carry a hint of displeasure!
All night long, he hadn't seen her gaze linger on him more than a few times, which annoyed him somewhat. Of course, he wouldn't tell her that he had also been watching her all night and found that when she was quiet, she was thousands of times more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen, even far surpassing his mother and imperial sister.
Lord Sikong glanced at him sideways, hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "The music's over, everyone's gone. Of course, you should go back, wash up, and get some sleep. Otherwise, do you still want to drink? Oh, by the way, have Eunuch Xu give me a firmer pillow. I think I slept a bit last night; my neck is so sore… I'll go back first. You can wash up after I'm done, or I wouldn't mind if you and I took a bath together. What kind of petal bath do you like? Rose or jasmine…"
Hearing this, Di Beizun's handsome face, which had been slightly gloomy, softened considerably—so, she didn't want to sleep alone...
After saying that, without waiting for his reply, she strode out.
He watched her figure disappear outside the door, remained silent for a long while, then finished his drink and got up to follow her.
To get back to his room, he had to walk through a long corridor. Just as Lord Sikong turned the corner of the hall, Di Beizun followed behind him. The alluring red spider lilies on his robes danced in the chilly night wind, and fluffy snowflakes gently brushed past. The air was filled with his cool and elegant fragrance, which made Lord Sikong momentarily lose his senses.
He continued walking forward without approaching her, silently following behind. Neither of them spoke, and the corridor was very quiet, except for the rustling of the wind. The dim light came from the lanterns hanging above.
Such a snowy night was exceptionally cold and desolate, but the two people walking one after the other had a unique feeling in their hearts.
Sikong Jin subconsciously slowed her pace, coughing lightly a few times. The biting chill made her throat itch uncontrollably. Di Beizun silently removed the cloak from his shoulders and draped it over her shoulders.
Sikong Jin stopped and glanced at him. Without refusing, she tugged at his sleeve. The lingering warmth of his body cooled the chill behind her. She looked down at his long, slender, white fingers deftly tying her cloak and suddenly sighed, "This winter seems quite cold. In previous years, this time of year would have been almost warm spring."
He lowered his head and glanced at her elegant and beautiful face. After thinking for a long time, he said, "The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not very cold in winter, even when it snows..."
As she listened, Sikong Jin suddenly raised her eyebrows, a faint smile appearing on her face. "I knew that the capital of your Great Zhou was a truly great city, far more prosperous and bustling than the capital of the Great Yong Dynasty. Even my Hilton is doing very well there, making more than just a fortune every day."
"Ah."
He gave a casual reply, and seeing the smile on her face, he felt an uncontrollable joy in his heart. Naturally, he didn't tell her that he had been instructing his people to take good care of Hilton and often visited Hilton incognito.
"I've thought it over. After this great battle, if you go straight back to your Great Zhou, let Xiao Mo go back with you. I might need to return to the capital of Dayong. Once things are settled there, I'll come find you. You don't need to set any deadlines for me, knowing I probably won't be able to keep them anyway. It'll be safer for Xiao Mo to stay by your side, and I can tell he quite likes being with you. By the way, do any of your ministers have a princess or a refined young lady of similar age who is both talented and beautiful? Keep an eye out for a few for me. In a few years, Xiao Mo will be old enough to get married and have children. As long as both sides are willing, marrying a few more won't be a problem. Oh, but don't even think about taking concubines. You absolutely cannot take concubines, otherwise I can't guarantee that your concubines won't die a violent death..."