The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The wind whispers past my ears, carrying the crisp, clear sound of cedar.

Yun Boyan stood on the mountain path outside Liuying Palace, a corner of his silver robe fluttering in the mountain wind.

He also deployed defenses outside, clearing out any hidden sentries who had infiltrated the mountains and rivers, diligently guarding this pure land.

Swords were not drawn, and men were not off duty; their only thought was to wipe out those ants who coveted their elder brother.

The results of it?

Did his brother play this trick on him?

"no?"

He stood frozen in place, half of his body numb.

The tingling sensation started in my heart and spread across every inch of my skin.

It felt as if someone had gently brushed his soul with a feather.

"Didn't you play it when we were inside the hall?"

His voice sounded faint, as if it were coming from a great distance:

"Out having some fun?"

There's a swear word I don't know if I should say.

"Your Majesty."

Wuya's voice came from behind, tinged with a hint of caution:

"Have you caught a cold? Your face is a little red."

He caught a glimpse of his lord suddenly freezing in place, a suspicious blush rising on his usually cold and aloof face.

It looks like the symptoms of a high fever caused by catching a cold.

Although he didn't understand medicine, he had sharp eyes.

Yun Boyan did not turn around.

His expression was as cold and serene as ice.

"roll."

"Get lost, all of you."

He paused, his voice deepening slightly:

"No one is allowed to come near me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode towards the edge of the cliff.

The pace was fast and hurried, carrying a hint of fleeing in panic.

There is a cedar tree on the edge of the cliff, its branches and leaves covered with snow, glistening in the sunlight.

He found a flat rock under the pine tree, lifted his clothes, and sat down.

Then, he pulled the silver velvet cloak over himself and wrapped himself up tightly, looking like a snowball from a distance.

The movement was quick and urgent, as if trying to cover up something shameful.

The moment the cloak tightened, he buried his face in his palms.

"What a loser..."

A muffled sound came from inside the cloak:

"How can you be so spineless..."

He's really going crazy right now.

His brother is a scoundrel.

They're really inhuman.

He's still outside.

Still on a mission?

Still here...

That feeling came back again.

He abruptly closed his eyes, attempting to suppress the inappropriate feelings with the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra".

however.

The soft, moist sensation on his lips ignited his passion, making him lose all restraint.

The texture felt so real.

It was so real that he could tell whose temperature, whose softness, whose heartbeat it was.

It belongs to my sister-in-law.

It was her lips, so tender they looked like moonlight jelly.

And he, through empathy, also felt her sweetness.

He fell into a soft dream.

The thrill spread from my fingertips, leaving a sweet imprint on my fingerprints.

The mark was so deep, so deep, that it seemed to be etched into the bones, into the soul, into a memory that could never be erased in this lifetime.

Her heartbeat was erratic, like scattered pearls, each one reflecting the image of her smile.

The reflection swayed in his mind, making him feel weak all over.

His sense of touch was numbed, and his heart was already adorned with pearls and jade.

"Sister-in-law..."

His voice was hoarse, like a grain of sand inside a seashell.

The two words trembled very slightly as they escaped from between his lips.

He was like the strings of a musical instrument in her hands, allowing her to pluck them at will.

I don't know whose heartbeat it was, but each beat was faster than the last, making my eardrums buzz.

Is he the elder brother?

Or was it his own?

He can no longer tell the difference.

The heartbeat was like a drumbeat, like a thunderclap, as if it would burst my chest.

The warm, moist sensation from his Adam's apple instantly brought tears to the corners of his eyes.

Those clear, cold eyes, like silver frost, were shrouded in a misty, watery light.

The aloof Holy Prince is almost driven mad by her.

But she knew nothing about it.

She was only concerned with setting fire to the pure white lotus flower, one fire after another, burning it completely, leaving not a single piece behind.

And he—he could only sit under the cedar tree, wrapped in a cloak, covering his burning face, desperately chanting the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra".

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Useless.

None of it worked.

Is the "Purifying Heart Mantra" taught by Master Yu Wuxin a fake?

The feeling surged in waves, like tides, like ocean waves, as if to completely engulf him.

He took a deep breath, then another.

Then, he gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Brother, you are truly wonderful..."

In the plum blossom grove, petals fall in profusion.

"Zhizhi...wait...I haven't knocked Ayan out yet..."

Xie Jinlian grasped her mischievous hand.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of emotion and a lingering sense of reason.

Reason was like a thin thread, barely holding him back from completely succumbing.

After all, Ayan's heart was pounding so hard he could barely hear anything else.

"Um?"

Tang Xixue paused slightly upon hearing this.

Then, she turned her head and looked around.

The mountain path was deserted, with plum blossoms casting oblique shadows.

My brother-in-law, who's always haunting me, isn't here this time.

That guy is really clueless; he always interrupts her and her master's good time.

"Little Lotus is right."

She leaned back on his shoulder, her voice soft and sweet.

"Ayan is indeed too worried about you."

"That brother-obsessed guy is just...unreasonable."

"Next time, I'll knock him out myself. So he won't be jealous that I have you..."

She spoke with such confidence, as if she were asserting sovereignty.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinlian's lips curled up slightly, revealing an undisguised doting affection.

"or……"

Tang Xixue suddenly raised her head, and her eyes seemed to hold a thousand peach blossoms in full bloom, dazzling and beautiful beyond compare.

"I eloped with Little Lotus..."

"So he can't find it."

"At that time, Little Lotus will be mine alone."

They looked absolutely adorable.

She's so adorable that you just want to hold her in your arms and never let go.

Xie Jinlian looked at her and reached out to pull her into his arms.

The smile on her lips was like a spring breeze brushing against the willow branches, and the tenderness in her eyes was enough to melt away the frost and snow of winter.

"Um."

He responded softly, his voice as clear as jade.

"I will always be Zhizhi's teacher."

Tang Xixue felt the faint scent of snow lotus from the Kunlun Mountains emanating from him.

The fragrance was refreshing and clean.

"Master."

"You and me..."

"Isn't this against the rules? Against etiquette?"

Her voice was as clear as snow and as soft as water.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinlian reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers.

The movement was very light, yet extremely firm.

Fingers intertwined, palms pressed together, a warm sensation emanated from the point of contact, reaching deep into the heart.

"The rules of the Six Realms and the laws of the Four Seas, as far as I, your teacher, am concerned—"

"All can be broken."

"Only Zhizhi's joy is what I cherish most in my heart."

"The ultimate law that cannot be broken."

"Zhizhi's words are the rules that I, as her teacher, must follow."

His voice was deep and ethereal, like a temple in the mist, like the celestial music of a snow-capped mountain, like moonlight shining into one's bones.

"That Zhizhi is truly a femme fatale, corrupting the Dao heart of the Kunlun Sword Immortal."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xixue's laughter was soft and sweet, as if it had been moistened by spring water, making one feel weak all over.

Xie Jinlian hugged her even tighter.

The movement was extremely light, yet extremely natural, as if she was meant to be there, in his arms, in his heart.

"I just happen to like you, you little troublemaker."

He lowered his head and placed a very light kiss on the top of her head.

"Zhizhi, you must trouble your teacher for a long time."

His voice was deep, carrying a hint of solemnity, expectation, and deep affection:

"The best timeframe would be—forever."

The plum blossoms are falling.

When the wind blows, the petals fall in profusion.

The two sat embracing, their clothes intertwined and their hair tangled.

The years are quiet.

In the distance, under the cedar trees.

Yun Boyan was still wrapped in a cloak, covering his face.

The cloak was wrapped tightly, airtight, like a cocoon isolated from the world.

He suddenly sneezed.

Startled, a handful of snow fell from the pine branches, pattering down all over his head.

Yun Boyan slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the jagged rocks and landing in the direction of the plum blossom grove. The mountain breeze ruffled his silver hair, but could not dispel the deep-seated obsession in his eyes.

"Brother—" he called softly, his voice broken by the wind and scattered into the empty valley.

"You wait."

Before the words were finished, suddenly, a clear and melodious sound came from the official road of Shanheque, like the moon falling into a deep pool, and echoed throughout the mountains.

He leaned slightly forward, sitting on the edge of the cliff and gazing down.

A magnificent and dreamlike honor guard slowly approached from where the sky met the earth.

The ice-blue silk gauze and crystal curtains fluttered gently in the wind, like a mirage rising from the sea, or the clear moonlight pouring down from the moon palace.

The convoy was entirely in cool blue and white tones, and each envoy from the sea kingdom was dressed in flowing robes, as if surrounded by a perpetual sea mist, moving like a tide sweeping over the clouds.

As the imperial carriage approached, the thirty-six wind chimes rang in turn.

Upon first hearing it, it was like moonlight falling into the deep sea, creating ripples in the silence;

When you listen again, it sounds like the tide receding, and the foam falling on the beach with a final sigh.

When you concentrate, the sound is like bubbles rising from the deepest part of the sea, floating to the surface, gently breaking, and revealing the loneliness of the deep sea for thousands of years to the wind.

The ebb and flow of the tides, the waxing and waning of the moon—all are contained in the sound of this bell.

The cool blue reflected in Yun Boyan's eyes.

"That sound..." he murmured to himself, "is the Moon-Weaving Bell of the Moon-Weaving Sea Kingdom."

The wind brushed against his silver-white robes as he watched the approaching imperial carriage, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the crystal curtains.

A figure could be vaguely seen sitting there, enveloped in a soft glow, like the moon fallen to earth, or like the sea frozen into ice.

The new emperor of the Weaving Moon Sea Kingdom has arrived.