12dz Chapter 38 89 Inseparable
Chapter 38 89 Inseparable
"Mr. Feng looks quite familiar."
Zi Yuan poured tea gracefully, then looked at Feng Xinian with some surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt.
“Miss Ziyuan has a good memory. I used to be the manager of Juxianlou. After Juxianlou was acquired by Hilton, Young Master Nanchen made me the manager of Hilton. So it’s not surprising that Miss Ziyuan has met me before.”
“Juxianlou?” Ziyuan murmured softly, looking at Sikong Jin and asking tentatively, “I wonder where Young Master Nanchen is from? To have the strength to acquire Juxianlou is not something an ordinary person can do.”
Sikong Jin silently straightened her sleeves and replied in a fluent northern accent, "To be honest, I come from a poor and desolate place in the northern frontier, the Great Wilderness. My father used to travel between the Central Plains and the Western Plains. I have followed my father for many years and have long admired your Luoyang City. That's why I have devoted myself to this place, hoping to make a name for myself here."
"I see! Young Master's Central Plains accent is quite authentic."
"Well, I travel frequently between Zhongzhou and Xizhou, and even the Great Wilderness, so I can't handle everything at Hilton. Many things can only be handled by Mr. Feng. Mr. Feng is a great business leader in Luoyang. I feel very reassured entrusting things to him. Miss Ziyuan, you don't need to worry."
It turns out they all wanted to be hands-off managers, just like their masters.
Zi Yuan was taken aback, smiled helplessly to herself, and then nodded, "Since he is someone that you trust, I naturally have no worries."
"Then I, Feng, thank Miss Ziyuan for your trust. Shall we discuss the cooperation details now?"
"Of course you can, but..."
Zi Yuan glanced at Sikong Jin, who was sitting upright opposite her, and then looked at Feng Xinian with some hesitation.
"It's alright, you all go ahead and discuss it. The scenery here is nice, I can just look around by myself."
Sikong Jin waved her hand, seemingly somewhat dejected, her voice unusually hoarse and low, occasionally punctuated by a suppressed cough or two.
She must have caught a chill from soaking in the icy lake that night. After returning home, Sikong Jin stayed in bed for several days before feeling a little better today.
"In that case, Mr. Feng, please come to the study with Ziyuan. The young master seems to be feeling unwell. Ziyuan will have Zhuer take him to the back room to rest first."
"No need, I'll wait in a private room in the outer building."
"Oh, I'm sorry, it was Ziyuan's oversight. It's almost time for dinner, and I'm truly sorry for neglecting you, young master! Ziyuan will immediately send someone to prepare wine and dishes. Young master, please come over and have a few drinks and try the wine and dishes of my Xingyun Pavilion."
Zi Yuan spoke with some apology.
"Thank you! Miss Ziyuan, you're too kind."
……
In a private room of Xingyun Pavilion, Zhu'er prepared the wine and dishes and then withdrew.
Sikong Jin sat by the window, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank alone while gazing down at Zhuque Street.
However, before he had even drunk a few drinks, a familiar voice suddenly drifted from the next cubicle—
“Brother Xin, we can’t just sit here doing nothing now. Let’s send someone to Xingyun Pavilion tonight to deliver a visiting card, even if it’s just to inquire about some information. The princess’s personal letter has already been delivered. I heard that this Miss Ziyuan seems to have some connection with the princess. Perhaps they can lend us a hand because of the princess.”
The soft, youthful female voice carried a hint of anxiety.
That familiar voice could only belong to Liu Xianxian.
Sikong Jin, hidden beneath a black veil and bamboo hat, raised an eyebrow, momentarily surprised, then pricked up her ears—
"Xian'er, things are probably not that simple. We have received intelligence that the Third Prince of Tiansheng, Tuoba Yu, is also in Luoyang. You know, he is Empress Tiansheng's man, Consort Rong's mortal enemy, and also our formidable foe. We cannot be careless."
"Tuoba Yu!"
Liu Xianxian exclaimed in surprise, staring wide-eyed at Liu Xin, "How could he be here? Could it be that the person Tian Sheng sent to arrange the marriage is him? Isn't it the Fourth Prince Tuoba Kang?"
"Who knows, the struggle for the position of Crown Prince of Tiansheng is not something that can be resolved in a day or two. It is normal for things to change. However, this time, I am sure that good-for-nothing Sikong Jin will make a fool of himself again."
Liu Xin gave a sinister smile, and the sudden glint of cold light in his eyes sent a chill down one's spine.
"Sikong Jin? What does this have to do with him? Don't even mention it. It'll be difficult for him to leave that godforsaken place, Malan City, in his entire life. Sikong Rui and the others will never return his military power to him. Even if he goes back, he'll be doomed. Sikong Rui and the others will never let him go back alive. Besides, his mother, Su Yue, and his younger brother, Sikong Mo, have their lives in their hands. Humph!"
"No, Xian'er, you probably don't know yet. My elder brother just wrote that the candidate for the royal marriage has been almost finalized, and it's pretty much as we guessed!"
"You mean, it really is her?"
Liu Xin nodded, a cold smile barely concealed between his brows.
……
Sikong Jin, who had overheard their conversation, shrugged with a half-smile. Her delicate face remained calm, but a storm was brewing in the depths of her dark eyes. Her gloomy gaze shifted unpredictably in an instant, becoming eerie and cold.
I tilted my head back and calmly drank a glass of wine, all my emotions were swallowed up, and I returned to normal in an instant.
The imperial city?
She will go back!
If she didn't personally kill that despicable couple, trample them underfoot, and reclaim everything that belonged to her, she would be letting down the deceased Sikong Jin and the deceased Sikong Qi.
At this moment, Sikong Jin believed that hatred could only be resolved in one way—if she won, she would live; if she lost, she would die.
Perhaps this can be called a kind of meaning.
She turned to look at the dim lights below, then suddenly stood up. No longer listening to the sarcastic remarks of the two people beside her, she quietly passed through the swaying gauze curtain, her slender figure quickly disappearing outside the door.