The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"What in this world can be as beautiful as my Zhizhi?"

Xie Jinlian's fingertips gently stroked her delicate, slightly upturned brow bone, her long, thick eyelashes like small fans, and her straight, exquisite nose.

Finally, with a barely perceptible tremor, it landed on those soft, rose-petal-like lips.

In my mind, as my fingertips wander, a vivid and lively image is gradually being sketched out.

It was the image of Zhizhi that he had imagined countless times.

Just as his fingertips lingered on her lips, almost feeling the warmth beneath her soft contours.

She suddenly parted her lips slightly, sticking out a bit of her pink and moist tongue.

Extremely light and swift, like a butterfly skimming the water, it lightly licked his fingertip.

"Huh? I thought Master was sweet!"

"Oh, it's...the flavor of ice and snow!"

In an instant, a surge of scalding heat burst forth from the point of skin that had been touched!

Like a thunderclap accompanied by lightning, it spread through every inch of his body's meridians with lightning speed.

"W-why...are you so naughty?"

Xie Jinlian's ear tips instantly turned bright red, like burning jade, and a light blush spread across her neck and cheeks.

The low rebuke was so soft it almost seemed to dissipate in the warm air. It lacked its usual aloofness and authority, and instead, due to its unsteady breathing, it carried a hint of indulgent embarrassment and helplessness.

That captivating, snow-covered beauty, like a sword immortal amidst falling peach blossoms, suddenly made Tang Xixue want to bully him.

"Master, where is your bedroom?"

She seemed completely unaware of the fire she had lit, and remained calmly seated on his unresponsive lap.

She tilted her little face up, her voice sweet and soft like honey.

Why ask that?

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Well, there are some things that... aren't convenient to do here..."

The lingering notes of Tangxi Snow are like the softest feather tip, scratching the most itchy spot in people's hearts.

"Master, is it that you can't feel your legs? Or... can you not feel anything at all?"

She leaned slightly closer to him, her warm breath carrying the sweet scent unique to young girls, brushing against his already reddened earlobes.

"cough."

Xie Jinlian remained silent, feeling the softness of her fingers intertwined with his. The warmth spread from their clasped hands, almost scorching his reason.

"Does your teacher have any awareness? Does Zhizhi really—feel nothing?"

After a long pause, he finally admitted in a low voice, which was terribly hoarse.

"Shall we go back to our room?"

Tang Xixue's ears also flushed slightly upon hearing this; it was indeed hard for her to ignore.

She paused for a moment, lowering her voice even further:

"Zhizhi, you must personally... give Master a thorough check-up."

Xie Jinlian felt as if she had been plunged into a sea of ​​flames, and her blood seemed to boil at that moment.

"???"

He almost thought he would turn into a wisp of rising smoke and his soul would fly away to the heavens.

"Is it okay?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, her voice became sticky and sweet, rising in a slightly coquettish tone.

It's so sweet it makes your heart soften, your heart flutter, and your defenses crumble inch by inch.

Silence spread through the warm air, with only the sound of intertwined breaths audible.

half an hour-

"……good."

He heard himself answer, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

"I will do whatever you say, Master."

"Master is the best!"

Tang Xixue immediately smiled, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"Zhizhi knows that Master loves me the most."

Each word is like a tiny hook, stirring up a hidden yet surging desire.

It's so sweet it melts your bones and softens your soul, making you willingly succumb to its allure.

"..."

On the side, Yun Boyan watched helplessly as his usually aloof, self-possessed, and ethereal elder brother stood by.

Under the sweet offensive of that little troublemaker, they were utterly defeated and had no chance to resist.

There is even a growing tendency to completely condone and allow them to do whatever they want.

I felt like I was about to explode on the spot, my rationality stretched to its limit.

"Do they really not care whether I live or die?!"

He cried out silently in his heart.

The impact of the soft, damp touch on my brother's fingertips, which I had just shared, had not yet completely dissipated.

That little troublemaker actually went too far and invited me to the bedroom?!

What is she going to do?

What kind of examination? The kind where you have to take your pants off?

Is this inspection legitimate?

She...she wouldn't really want to...

His vision went black for a moment, and he could almost foresee some unspeakable scenes.

What's the essential difference between sleeping with his brother and directly sleeping with Yun Boyan?

Is twin empathy a joke?!

Is this girl a beast?

His brother is in such a state—he's practically broken, isn't he?

She doesn't even intend to let go of the wheelchair?

Is this more exciting?

"Misty Cliff".

Xie Jinlian was completely captivated by his beloved little disciple's sweet words and coaxing, his mind wavering, and he almost forgot everything around him.

He only gave instructions in a low voice to the servants who remained standing quietly in the shadows.

"Push me to the bedroom."

A servant named Wuya stepped forward in response, his steps light and silent.

He lowered his eyes and composed himself, then stepped forward and firmly grasped the armrests of the white jade wheelchair, smoothly and gracefully turning it towards the bedroom.

Tang Xixue remained nestled in Xie Jinlian's arms, showing no intention of getting up and walking on her own. Wuya then steadily pushed the wheelchair along with her, heading deeper into the inner room.

Wuya was once one of Yun Boyan's personal guards, and now he has been assigned to serve Xie Jinlian.

He was also the person who knew best about the origins and contents of those banned books.

His gaze briefly fell on the two figures huddled together in their wheelchairs, then quickly lowered, his eyes downcast, lost in thought, a sigh escaping his lips:

"This Princess Mirror—she truly has remarkable skills."

The door to the inner room was pushed open silently, and a faint, refreshing fragrance of snow lotus wafted out, almost imperceptible.

The white jade wheelchair rolled over the smooth, mirror-like sandalwood floor, making a rhythmic creaking sound, and slowly disappeared into that private world gently shrouded by layers of brocade curtains, like a boat sailing into a tranquil harbor shrouded in mist.

Yun Boyan stood alone, frozen beside the cold white jade screen in the side hall. He listened to the almost inaudible "click" as the inner room door gently closed, and felt as if the air around him had frozen.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Wuya with her head down, retreating faster than when she went in, gently closing the door behind her, and then standing respectfully by the door with her head bowed.

Yun Boyan: "...?"

He felt a loud "boom" above his head, as if the sky had collapsed.

"Brother—think of your younger brother—!"

He let out a silent cry in his heart, a mixture of shame and indignation with a kind of panic that he was about to share.

"He wouldn't actually give in, would he?"

Can't wait any longer!

He could no longer stand outside like a fool and passively wait.

His innocence! His innocence!

And the dignity of being a younger brother!

He took a deep breath, as if heading to the battlefield, and suddenly turned around, striding towards the door of his brother's bedroom.

Wuya looked up, seemingly wanting to say something, but was choked back by his death-defying gaze.

Yun Boyan raised his hand and pushed open the unlocked carved wooden door with a "bang".

The sight inside made his blood run cold and his vision go black.

Under the warm candlelight, the snow-white gauze curtains were half-drawn.

His elder brother, who was always noble and aloof and not to be profaned, was half-reclining in his wheelchair, his frosty white clothes already somewhat loose.

Tang Xixue was leaning over her brother, her small hand reaching unceremoniously towards his waist, her fingertips already hooking the edge of the silver-patterned belt, about to untie it!

His aloof and serene elder brother, however, did not sternly stop him. He merely tilted his head slightly, his long eyelashes trembling beneath his icy silk robe, and raised a hand as if to block him, but then left it hanging in mid-air. His posture...

It's less of a refusal and more of a half-hearted acceptance, a push-and-pull dynamic.

Yun Boyan almost choked and passed out.

A strong sense of empathy precedes the visual impact.

That was the sudden stiffness of his brother's body, a mixture of embarrassment, panic, and a hint of...

The annoyance of being caught?

But deeper still, there seems to be a hidden stirring within.

Yun Boyan closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his face was filled with a pained and disappointed expression.

He cleared his throat and said with extreme sorrow:

"Brother, I know that you are now in the prime of your life, full of vigor and talent."

He stepped forward, his gaze piercing, as if scrutinizing a fallen sword immortal.

"I understand, after all, you are not a monk like Feiming who has observed the precepts since childhood and is free from the five aggregates."

His gaze swept over his brother's slightly disheveled clothes and Tang Xixue's hand, which she hadn't yet withdrawn, and his tone grew increasingly heavy:

"Some worldly desires... are simply human nature."

He looked directly at his brother's still-blushing earlobes and said, word by word:

"But you've gone too far now... How am I, your younger brother, supposed to face this?"

Each word was powerful and resonant, its lingering sound echoing through the air.

The room was deathly silent.

The warm yellow candlelight seemed to freeze.

Tang Xixue's hand froze in mid-air. She blinked, looked at Yun Boyan, who had an upright expression, and then at her master, who was completely petrified beside her.

Xie Jinlian's fair face, which had only been slightly red at the tips of his ears, turned completely red in an instant, visible to the naked eye.

From her cheeks to her neck, and even the patch of skin faintly visible beneath her collar, everything was tinged with the vibrant color of burning peach blossoms.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to explain something, but found that any words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

At this moment, Xie Jinlian had only one thought that was incredibly clear and intense:

This world...

Let's not wait any longer!