The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Your Highness, please come to the study."

Li Shuang curtsied, her voice respectful yet trembling almost imperceptibly.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly at the aloof, silver-haired figure, and carefully led the way through the corridor to the study door.

When Yun Boyan entered the study, Tang Xixue was standing by the window.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze window, casting a hazy silver glow on her shoulders.

She turned around, her eyes sparkling like a clear spring, and handed over a letter wrapped in gold-flecked paper with a plum blossom pattern.

"Uncle-Master, please deliver this letter to Master."

The letter felt cool to the touch and carried a refreshing plum fragrance, as if the entire plum grove's delicate aroma had been locked within this small space.

Her fingertips turned slightly white from the pressure, showing how much weight this letter carried in her heart.

"And—I hope you will also bring this sprig of plum blossom."

She then presented a long, narrow jade box, its body as clear as ice, lined with dark velvet, upon which rested a sprig of vermilion plum blossoms.

The petals are as bright as flames, the pistils are covered with golden powder, and a faint fragrance wafts out from the gaps in the box, refreshing the heart and soul.

Yun Boyan's gaze lingered on the red plum blossom for a long time.

A single plum blossom at a post station heralds springtime across a thousand mountains.

Though there are no words of love, my longing for you is already conveyed.

This tiny branch, she probably selected it carefully, carrying her unspeakable longing.

"I will bring it." He took the jade box, his voice unusually softer.

"My master once said that the snow in Kunlun is very cold."

Tang Xixue raised her eyes, a faint sadness rising in them, and took out another package.

"I also prepared a snow-white fur coat for him, made from the softest down from the belly of a ferret in the far north. Uncle-Master... is it convenient for him to take it along?"

She asked the question cautiously, as if afraid of causing him trouble.

The senior uncle before me was ultimately aloof and distant, quite different from the gentle and kind master in my memory.

Unexpectedly, Yun Boyan nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Anything you need to bring, you can leave it to me."

Looking at the girl's earnest expression, the complex emotions he felt due to his brother's misfortune quietly melted away.

Now, his elder brother is blind, his meridians are damaged, and he is confined to a wheelchair. How lonely and desolate he is.

Perhaps a little care, a wisp of plum blossom fragrance, or a warm fur coat from his beloved little apprentice could truly be like a glimmer of light shining into the cold night, making him feel a little better.

"Really? Martial Uncle is so kind!"

Tang Xixue's eyes suddenly lit up, like stars suddenly lit in the dark night, their dazzling brilliance almost overflowing.

She smiled, a smile so pure and bright, like a rose suddenly blooming on a frozen snowfield, so beautiful it made one's heart tremble, and one only wanted to cherish it carefully.

"Really. Any amount is fine." Yun Boyan unconsciously softened his tone.

He did not tell her that his brother was actually in Baiyujing at that moment.

He brought his elder brother to seek medical treatment.

Perhaps only the eccentric and enigmatic Divine Physician Si Xingxuan, who can be both righteous and wicked, still has a sliver of hope to save him.

Or perhaps, they could find the even more mysterious disciple of the Medicine God—the Heavenly Physician of Destiny Weaver.

I've heard that the "Little Celestial Physician" has mastered all the true teachings of the Medicine God, and was the only disciple the ancestor exceptionally accepted in his later years. He even received personal praise from the Medicine God.

"My disciple has surpassed his master, even more so. His skills are superior to those of the stars and the moon; his talent is unparalleled throughout history... He is a divinely bestowed master of medicine, truly a celestial physician."

These words immediately made the proud and arrogant Divine Physician Si Xingxuan regard him as his lifelong rival.

But that Fate-Weaving Celestial Physician was even more elusive than Si Xingxuan.

After the passing of the Medicine God, he seemed to vanish into thin air. Even when Si Xingzhou tried to find him to prolong Si Xingxuan's life, he was nowhere to be found.

Even with the power of Yun Jue's Dark Realm, Yun Boyan only vaguely discovered that several Medicine Kings of Medicine God Valley had respectfully referred to her as "Junior Sister".

The trail ends here.

"Then... could you bring some snacks?"

Tang Xixue's voice pulled him back from his wandering thoughts.

She produced a crystal-clear food box from somewhere, filled with crystal jelly that looked like amber and was inlaid with various colored flower petals.

"I made a flower crystal jelly by hand, hoping to give it to my master to try. I used flowers picked this morning with dew still on them and sweet winter honey."

She looked up at him with her eyes, which were shrouded in the misty rain of Jiangnan, her gaze filled with hope and earnestness.

That pure and focused gaze caused Yun Boyan's heart to tremble inexplicably, giving rise to the absurd thought that "even if she wanted to pluck the stars and grasp the moon, I would agree to it now."

"Okay," he heard himself reply.

"Uncle Yun is so thoughtful... How can you be so kind?"

Tang Xixue's smile deepened, and she immediately turned around and got busy.

Yun Boyan's ears turned slightly red when he heard her praise.

Next, Yun Boyan watched helplessly as she moved gracefully through the study, like a swallow carrying mud to build its nest, carefully arranging each item and gently placing it in his hands or piling it on the sandalwood table beside him.

There was that gold-flecked letter and the jade plum blossom box, that neatly folded, snow-white, soft snow down fur coat, that box of crystal-clear jelly, and later there was a package of plum blossom-scented cakes she had baked herself, a pair of hand warmers made of mutton fat jade, and several volumes of storybooks she had handwritten, which were said to be interesting and amusing...

There are many different kinds of things.

Even as he could no longer hold any more, Tang Xixue still frowned slightly, as if pondering whether she had forgotten something.

Yun Boyan finally had no choice but to raise his hand and make a gesture.

Several silver figures, like smoke and mist, silently entered the study and bowed their heads respectfully.

It was his personal bodyguard—the Twelve Silver Wings of Mist Feather.

"Take it with you," he said succinctly.

The twelve Silverwings were well-trained and quickly put away all the items. With a flash, they disappeared back into the night.

Suddenly feeling a lightness in his hand, Yun Boyan realized that he was still holding two small, exquisite food boxes in his palm.

The lid is slightly transparent, revealing the glistening frozen substance and petals swaying inside.

"This box is a thank-you gift for my martial uncle, and this box... is specially for my master." Tang Xixue pointed, her eyes crinkling. "If martial uncle doesn't mind, you can try Zhizhi's handiwork."

Even after he sat in Yun Jue's white jade carriage, which was entirely carved from warm jade and decorated with floating cloud patterns, the night breeze stirred the curtains. Yun Boyan looked down at the two boxes of crystal jelly placed side by side on his lap, still feeling somewhat dazed.

Inside the carriage, bright pearls shone, and the jade box gleamed with a warm glow.

The petals inside the frozen body were lifelike, with a honey-colored sheen.

The sweet fragrance of plum blossoms from the study still seemed to linger around her nose, along with the pure, unadulterated concern in the girl's eyes.

He suddenly realized that his brother's feelings weren't necessarily unrequited...

Perhaps this is a two-way journey!

As night fell, the white jade chariot sped toward the direction of the Mountain and River Palace.

As she watched Yun Boyan's figure disappear into the vast night, the bright, spring-like smile on Tang Xixue's face slowly receded like the tide.

Beneath that calm expression, like a frozen lake, undercurrents surged silently.

"Ah Liang," she said without turning around, her voice low and clear, "can you keep up? Find out where he is. You don't need to get too close, just know where he ends up. Don't let him find you. If... just in case he finds you..."

She turned around and gently placed the icy-cold Jade Snow Soul Fan in her hand into the hand of Mu Liang, who had quietly appeared.

"Take out this fan, and he won't kill you."

Mu Liang took the fan with both hands, as if holding a handful of frozen moonlight.

In terms of tracking, concealment, and reconnaissance, he certainly has the ability to be outstanding. His lightness skill leaves no trace on the snow, and his aura is as concealed as a withered tree.

He might be far from being a match for Yun Boyan, but if he simply followed from afar without being noticed, he was seventy percent confident.

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will definitely complete the mission."

Mu Liang responded in a deep voice, and his figure immediately transformed into a faint shadow that almost blended into the night, silently chasing after Yun Boyan in the direction he had left, like the wind passing through a bamboo forest, leaving no trace.

Tang Xixue walked to the window alone, her slender and beautiful fingertips, tinged with a faint pink glow, gently brushing against the cool, crimson gauze windowpane.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze, dancing on her fingertips and falling into her suddenly clear, cold, and unfathomable eyes, like glass.

"You can bring any pastries..."

She murmured softly, a faint smile curving her lips.

There was no warmth in that curve, only a hint of danger.

"So, Master is in Baiyujing, right?"

The light in her eyes turned into a deeper darkness, sending a chill down one's spine for no reason.

"Why are you hiding my master? My—good uncle."