The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Tang Xixue pulled Yin Kong even tighter into her arms. The little guy's warm body temperature wafted through his soft fur, like holding a small, breathing, warm jade.

She stopped and took the bouquet of exotic flowers, still shrouded in a pale purple mist in the snowy night, from Mu Liang's arms, and continued walking forward.

"The date of the Nine Extremes Alliance has not yet arrived, and the Emperor of the Canglan Bibo Immortal Dynasty has not yet arrived," she suddenly thought of something, "Kong Sangyu, as a prince of the Bibo Immortal Dynasty, has taken up residence in the Biluo Palace as an envoy of the Canglan Empire..."

She turned her head to look at Mu Liang, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes.

"Could it be that they came here specifically to freeload? After all, the meals in the palace are indeed free."

Upon hearing this, Mu Liang's usually stern eyebrows lifted in surprise: "Your Highness, the princes of their Azure Wave Immortal Dynasty—are actually poorer than you were before...?"

He paused, as if considering his words.

"Ah Liang," Tang Xixue said sternly, her expression mocking, "watch your words. Your Highness has now escaped poverty and is no longer what she used to be."

Mu Liang looked at her slightly raised chin under the lamplight, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes, and readily changed his words:

"Yes, Your Highness has misspoke. Our princess is now the only daughter of the God of Wealth."

"That's more like it."

Tang Xixue nodded in satisfaction, and Yin Kong in her arms also meowed at the right time, as if in agreement.

The snow fell on the umbrella, making a soft, rustling sound.

Mu Liang gazed at her bright profile, his voice lowering slightly:

"If Your Highness had not devoted all your medical writings and medical earnings to the Weaving Moon Pavilion to help those helpless orphans... you would not be in such poverty."

He was the closest person to her, and he understood the meaning of the four characters "Weaving Fate Heavenly Physician" better than anyone else.

The renowned physician, whose name resounds throughout the Nine Provinces, is now struggling to make ends meet and has been forced to sell his medical books and jewelry.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

As the wind and snow intensified, the snow in Tangxi stopped at that moment.

The little white kitten in her arms shivered gently against her heart, so she used the wide corner of her sleeve to shield it from the wind.

When she looked up, the still-burning candlelight of the palace lanterns flickered in her eyes, illuminating a clear and bright scene.

"Just follow your heart."

Her voice was very soft, like the purest snow falling into the palm of your hand, instantly melting into a warm and cool sensation.

"The world is like a long night, and I wish to be the one who holds the lamp."

Even the faintest sparks can gather into a vast galaxy.

She lowered her head, her fingertips tracing the soft back of the silver bird, warmth seeping from her fingertips into its small body.

The gesture was extremely gentle, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"There is always a single act of kindness in the world that can bring spring to the ends of the earth."

Mu Liang stared at her blankly—she stood where the wind and frost were at their strongest, her clothes fluttering, her hair streaked with snow, yet her eyes were so clear they could reflect a thousand lights and a vast starry river.

It turns out there really are such people in this world: standing in the ice and snow, yet able to turn the bitter cold into a spring breeze to warm another life's cold winter.

In a daze, he seemed to see, on the continent of Kyushu, under the eaves of countless Weaving Moon Pavilions, those old lanterns swaying slightly in the night wind.

Candlelight shone through the yellowed paper shade, illuminating the sleeping child's face and warming the cold winter season after season.

A thousand lights illuminate the night, and she is the silent boat that ferries people through the world.

The Heavenly Physician Who Weaves Fate – She once used silver needles as shuttles and benevolence as thread to embroider and change too many bleak destinies in this vast world.

On the highest observation platform of the Mountain and River Palace, the Imperial Preceptor He Lichen sat alone in the wind, his snow-white crane cloak billowing in the breeze like a cloud that refused to fall.

He gazed into the void and whispered:

"Zhizhi, take the lantern and go forward."

"When you reach the end of the long night, the light in your hand will eventually scatter into a sky full of stars, illuminating the path you came from."

Opposite him stood Saint Feiming, his robes as pure as moonlight, holding Bodhi prayer beads, his brows drooping serenely, his expression compassionate towards all beings.

"Brother Crane, there's no need to look any further. Although the star of destiny is temporarily obscured, the darker the night, the brighter the light. Her path has never been on the horoscope."

In this vast world, only these two broke free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and glimpsed the true trajectory of Heavenly secrets.

Thus, one person sacrificed half of their lifespan to reveal the mystery, while another sacrificed half of their life to extend their lifespan—just enough to create a complete and warm period of life, gently added to her destiny chart.

Because from the moment she was born, she was not tolerated by the laws of heaven and earth.

She was supposed to be buried in the snow before the full moon, but she encountered the cursed lone star Bei Chenji, who used his rebellious nature to break the predetermined dead end for her.

She regained the imperial star Chenyao and Tangxi night, and for several years, the heavenly way used her imperial fortune to shield her from the prying eyes of the heavens.

Just as the life lamp was about to burn out, Xie Jinlian, the Kunlun Sword Immortal, arrived through the snow, his sword intent reigniting the spark with a single finger, and finally, he swung his sword towards the heavens—

It cleaves a path of moonlight for her as she returns home.

From then on, all she had, year after year, day after day,

All are in the palm of the heavens.

Inch by inch, the light was stolen.

"Your Highness, the snow is deep and the road is slippery, please walk slowly."

In the cool evening air, he whispered his instructions.

The shadows of the two people and the cat stretched long under the continuous palace lanterns, gradually disappearing into the deeper shadows of the palace buildings ahead.

We arrived at the magnificent palace, with the Tianchen Nine Halls at its head.

As Tang Xixue approached the vermilion gate of the side hall of the Mountain and River Palace, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Ah Lin, you're really working hard."

Through the sparse, carved lattice windows and the bright candlelight, she caught sight of the solitary figure sitting inside the hall.

Pei Yanchuan sat alone behind a large rosewood desk.

The boy was slender and thin, wrapped in the cloak she had given him, exuding a scholarly air as calm as still water.

He lowered his head slightly, his neck curving into a somewhat fragile arc, intently turning the pages of a thick book in his hands, using the light from a brass candlestick on the table.

The lamplight cast his lonely shadow on the gleaming floor. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of turning pages and the sound of wind and snow outside the window.

Finally, they were no longer dressed in thin clothes and shivering.

Tang Xixue smiled slightly—her little white flower was doing quite well.

"Your Highness?!"

Pei Yanchuan heard the familiar footsteps and suddenly looked up.

When that snow-white figure came into view, his handsome face instantly lit up with undisguised surprise, his eyes gleaming as if a flower in the night were meeting the moon:

"With such heavy snow and wind, why—why did you come?"

"Of course I came to see you."

Tang Xixue stepped forward, the warmth inside the hall dispelling the cold wind outside.

However, before she could finish speaking...

"Ying Lin!"

A clear, sharp voice, like the clash of gold and jade, suddenly broke the silence in the hall.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of silver bells, Qi Wang, the God of War of Yunchuan, strode into the hall.

His long, dark robe embroidered with silver epiphyllum flowers shimmered dimly under the lamplight, but his phoenix eyes revealed an unusual anxiety:

"What are you doing here? Hurry! The Imperial Uncle is coming."

He stepped forward, lowered his voice, and emphasized each word with urgency:

"If he knows you are still alive... you are not far from death."

Qi Wang and Pei Yanchuan were childhood friends.

Back then, the Pei family was convicted of treason, the entire clan was wiped out, and a raging fire destroyed their century-old ancestral hall.

It was Qi Wang who disobeyed military orders and personally led a group of elite soldiers to break into the fire amidst the chaos, rescuing the dying Pei Yanchuan and his mother Mei Ruohuan from the ruins.