The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Xie Jinlian was truly stunned at this moment.

In a daze, he suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten about his younger brother, Yun Boyan.

My heart and eyes are filled only with Zhizhi, whom I have lost and found again.

Her tears, her laughter, the warmth of her fingertips, the fragrance of her hair, and that bold yet tender intimacy…

Like an impenetrable net, it gently captured and entangled all his reason and thoughts.

So much so that he completely forgot the innate and unbreakable twin bond between him and Ayan.

Sympathy...

This word was like a sudden drenching of ice water, jolting him abruptly from his tender reverie.

Just now, those palpitations and burning sensations, those hidden agitations and almost uncontrollable desires...

Doesn't that mean... Ayan sensed everything at the same time?

Thinking of this, Xie Jinlian felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked.

He instinctively tried to raise his hand to cover his face, but his inability to see made his movements somewhat awkward.

However, Tang Xixue did not stop because of his sudden embarrassment.

She knelt on the soft blanket beside his legs, her face slightly tilted back, her clear eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight and his reddened ear tips.

Under Yun Boyan's almost tangible gaze of shock.

Her slender, fair fingers moved like nimble butterflies flitting among flowers and leaves.

With a gentle flick of his fingertips, and a barely audible "click," his silver-white cloud-patterned belt was undone.

She casually draped her belt over the armrest of the wheelchair next to her, the movement as natural as if she had done it a thousand times.

Then, those audacious hands reached straight for his slightly open collar, as if they were about to strip off his snow-white outer robe.

The movements were fluid and graceful, even displaying a certain... indescribable skill?

"Zhizhi..."

Xie Jinlian's voice changed tone, her usually clear and cold voice like jade striking ice.

At this moment, it seemed as if it had been warmed by a stove, and was covered with misty moisture.

Like warm jade emitting smoke, it carried an obvious shyness and sweetness, and even a hint of embarrassment at being caught red-handed by her younger brother.

"Ayan is still here... If you really want to... wait until he leaves..."

Before he could finish speaking, he choked up.

What kind of talk is that!

This is simply... a blatant attempt to cover it up!

"Brother!"

Yun Boyan's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth. His handsome profile, as beautiful as porcelain, was calm and composed, with a slight throbbing vein on his forehead.

He wore a moon-white robe, and his snow-white long hair was unbound, like melted moonlight solidified into silk, flowing down to his waist, with only a few strands loosely tied up with a butterfly silver hairpin.

A faint yet undeniable, cool lotus fragrance lingered around him. The fragrance, which should have been ethereal, now seemed strangely lingering due to his turbulent emotions.

"Have a shriek!" he practically roared, his voice trembling with a near-collapse of reason. "Would it make a difference if I went out?"

He raised his hand, his long, slender fingers pointing to his heart.

There, a dull ache and a burning sensation resonated because of the brother's rapid heartbeat and chaotic emotions.

Even if he were to travel to the ends of the earth, separated by mountains and seas, could this damned sense of empathy ever be severed?

Was the older brother deceiving himself, or was he testing his younger brother's limits?

"Zhizhi—don't do anything reckless."

Yun Boyan could no longer sit idly by.

His moon-white wide sleeves fluttered, like the thin wings of a butterfly flitting across a mirage of reflection in a mirror.

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, without any apparent effort, his figure arrived as gracefully as a wisp of cloud, the frost-colored light scattering from his clothes like tiny ice crystals.

The next moment, he was already standing steadily beside Tang Xixue, and reached out to gently grasp a small section of her sleeve.

He pulled up her hand, which was still resting on her brother's clothes with ill intentions.

The movements appeared gentle, yet carried an undeniable sense of restraint.

"I didn't do anything reckless! I was very serious!"

Tang Xixue was slightly taken aback when he pulled her, and then blinked.

Instead of being embarrassed or annoyed, she tilted her head and revealed a sly yet innocent smile.

"or?"

She readily took a half step back and then made a perfectly standard, inviting gesture toward Yun Boyan.

"I'll step aside. Then, Uncle-Master, would you like to help Master take off his clothes?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, and her tone was matter-of-fact.

Yun Boyan: "…………"

He was instantly dumbfounded. His usually expressionless, frosty face suddenly turned completely red, even more so than Xie Jinlian had just done.

He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, almost jumping up, and muttered a mixture of shame and indignation:

"Zhizhi! You wish! I... I don't do threesomes!"

These words, spoken without thinking, were earth-shattering.

The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

"???"

Xie Jinlian, who had been sitting quietly in the white jade wheelchair, suddenly changed his gentle aura.

Although he was still blind and his posture remained unchanged, in that instant, it was as if a peerless divine sword, sealed for ten thousand years and with its brilliance restrained, had silently been drawn halfway from its sheath, unnoticed by anyone.

A chilling, sharp, and slightly offensive feeling spread silently.

The aura of the celestial sword immortal instantly swept across the entire arena.

"Zhizhi," Xie Jinlian spoke, her voice regaining some of its usual coolness, but it was lower and carried an indescribable sense of danger as she asked, word by word, "Why did you call him?"

He tilted his head slightly towards Tang Xixue, and his long eyelashes beneath the icy silk seemed to tremble.

Master's vinegar jar has been overturned.

"Do you think... Master is no longer capable?"

The last few words were spoken softly and slowly, yet they seemed to carry a hook.

"How would you know your master if you haven't tried it..."

"???"

This time, Tang Xixue was full of questions.

She glanced at her master, who had instantly entered battle mode and exuded a dangerous aura, and then at her uncle, who was filled with shame and indignation and was almost on the verge of tears.

She blinked, looking completely innocent.

"No—Master!"

"As I just mentioned, I need to examine Master's health! You're wearing so many layers and are wrapped up so tightly, it's really affecting my performance. I need to take your pulse, check your old injuries, and perhaps even apply acupuncture..."

She called out loudly towards the window.

"Ah Liang, bring me my medicine box!"

Not long after he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared silently outside the window like a ghost.

Mu Liang respectfully handed in a finely crafted, rather large sandalwood medicine box.

Tang Xixue took the medicine box, turned around and placed it on the small rosewood table next to her, and unlocked it with a "click".

"A real checkup? You...you even know medicine?"

Yun Boyan snapped out of his daze, his attention drawn to the medicine box.

The medicine box had a complex and ingenious structure, with layers of hidden drawers and fine mechanical patterns on it, clearly indicating that it was made by the craftsmanship of Tiangong City, which was famous for its precision mechanisms.

The box was filled with a dazzling array of items: gold needles, jade needles, various porcelain bottles and medicine jars, and oddly shaped tools...

The items were neatly arranged and categorized, their surfaces glossy and warm, clearly indicating that they were all top-quality products, and that the seller had come prepared.

But it should be said that poor students have more stationery.

At least she put her heart into it.

"Yes, I know a little bit about it."

Tang Xixue skillfully took out a plain silk needle case and unfolded it.

"If it's inconvenient for my uncle to help me undress, then I'll do it myself."

She paused, glanced at Yun Boyan, and made a pointed remark.

"After all, Master... has always disliked outsiders touching him."

That's true.

Xie Jinlian has always been proud and dislikes physical contact with others. Even his personal attendant, Wuya, rarely touches him directly unless absolutely necessary.

The chilling aura surrounding Xie Jinlian dissipated quietly, like snow melting in the spring sun.

Instead, a complex emotion arose, a mixture of realization, warmth, and deeper embarrassment.

It turns out... he misunderstood.

His gentle and kind nature meant he only wanted to treat him.

And before that... he had actually been thinking about doing all the things that couples do with Zhizhi.

That's simply... worse than an animal!