The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Cousin, my wife is so beautiful."

Hua Rongshi stood in a corner of the viewing area, leaned close to Bei Chenji's ear, and whispered.

He had been chased by Yun Jue's Mist Feathers several times recently, but he was still alive and kicking. At this moment, he was swaggering along beside Bei Chenji, as if those sword fights had never happened.

Bei Chenji did not look at him.

He simply spoke:

"Why are the prison cells at the Execution Grounds so flimsy?"

Hua Rong Shi: "..."

Why is my cousin so sharp-tongued?

On the other side, in the seats of the Xingze Empire.

"Brother, what do you say—"

Si Xingxuan gazed at the snow-white figure, a sickly blush rising on his pale face:

"Is she playing hard to get? She hasn't contacted me for so long; is she hoping I'll make the first move?"

Si Xingzhou looked at his younger brother, then at the snow-white figure, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

Is this a case of playing hard to get?

He paused.

"Then she succeeded."

After all, he was captured too.

In the guard formation not far away.

Young General Feng Zhuo stood at the front of the ranks, his crimson uniform blazing like fire in the morning light. He leaned close to his elder brother, Feng Yi, lowered his voice, and his earlobes turned slightly red:

"Big brother, Xue is so dazzling..."

He paused, his voice lowering even further:

"I... I've prepared my dowry."

Feng Yi glanced at him, her gaze full of helplessness:

"...I'm so eager to marry you."

His tone was exactly like that of an older brother eagerly waiting for his own cabbage to be delivered to his door.

"I, I, I didn't! You, you're talking nonsense." Feng Zhuo's face turned red.

At the other end of the viewing area.

Qi Zhan turned his head and asked Han Ya, the attendant beside him, in a low voice:

"Who is that person dressed in the snow-white priest's robe?"

The crow lowered its eyes, its voice steady:

"Princess Mirror of Beichen".

Qi Zhan's eyes flickered slightly.

It turns out that she was Princess Mirror, whom Qi Wang avoided like the plague.

That absurd, infamous, and laughingstock throughout the entire Nine Provinces—Princess Mirror.

"She is Pei Xiaogou's owner..."

Before he arrived, he had thoroughly investigated Pei Yanchuan.

He could hardly believe it when he learned that the annoying kid who had always made all the younger generation feel ashamed since childhood was now willing to be a male concubine and follow this infamous princess.

Then came a sense of schadenfreude and glee.

Deserve it.

Let's see how he manages to get ahead of others now.

But at this moment, gazing at that snow-white figure, that pure and otherworldly face, and that innate demeanor, I felt a sense of wonder.

He suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

No one told him that Pei Yanchuan's master was a celestial being.

For a moment, he didn't know who had benefited.

Has the definition of "simp" become so high by outsiders now?

On the throne of the Yun Chuan Empire.

Pei Yanchuan gazed at the snow-white figure, his gentle eyes filled with light.

"Your Highness."

He spoke softly, his voice as soft as a murmur, yet filled with an undisguised devotion:

"She really is Jiutianyue."

Qi Wang, sitting beside him, rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

"Bro, that scumbag woman, is it really that serious?"

As he spoke, he lovingly stroked the sword in his arms.

The sword was named "Dao You" (Friend of the Dao), and the cloud patterns on its scabbard were smoothed by his caresses until they were as smooth as jade.

"You don't understand, she's not a bad woman at all."

Pei Yanchuan immediately retorted in a low voice.

As for?

Of course.

His Highness is the best in the world!

On the seat of the Moon Weaving Sea Kingdom, icy blue silk gauze hung down.

Behind the gauze curtain, a gaze pierced through the thin barrier and landed on Tang Xixue.

"His Majesty."

A servant whispered, leaning closer to the gauze curtain:

"She wears—the Heart of Azure Snow."

Behind the gauze curtain, the figure stiffened slightly.

Through the icy blue gauze, that gaze seemed even deeper.

Countless gazes fell upon Tang Xixue.

She was simply too eye-catching.

Standing beside the Imperial Preceptor He Lichen, the two, one white and one moon-like, were so pure and otherworldly that they seemed like a perfect couple who had stepped out of a painting.

Bei Chenji looked at her, but there was a hint of worry hidden in his purple eyes.

He was worried.

They were worried that her identity would be exposed.

She worried that the covetous glances would hurt her.

Worry--

He had made many preparations, but he didn't expect Shen Yan to be poisoned and still come.

She was closely guarded by Shen Xiang, and he was caught off guard and failed to stop her.

For so many years before, Shen Yan had never had the chance to get close to this place.

This time, as if by divine intervention, she came again.

The moment the last incense stick was inserted into the cauldron.

A sudden change occurred.

On the altar of Heaven, the celestial light shining from the direction of the Imperial Ancestral Temple suddenly brightened a bit.

That light was not sunlight.

That light emanated from the depths of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the light of the spirits of our ancestors throughout the ages.

As the light fell, a faint golden line slowly rose beneath the skin in the center of Tang Xiye's brow.

The patterns gradually deepened, becoming clearer as they went from faint to deep.

Finally, it condensed into one flower—

Iris Seal.

Exquisitely crafted, semi-transparent, with a pale gold base.

The petals unfold, revealing a silvery stamen that shimmers with a warm glow in the sunlight.

That is the mark that flows in the blood.

It is a unique mark of the legitimate descendants of the Tangxi royal family.

Normally hidden under the skin, they only emerge when in forbidden royal areas such as the Imperial Ancestral Temple or the Altar of Heaven, during the most sacred moments like the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.

At the same moment, the brows of the kings behind Tang Xiye also lit up one by one.

Prince Rui's iris, Tang Ximo, is slender and long, with a sharp edge, hence the name "Sword Kite".

The irises of King Wu of Tangxi were intense and fiery, hence the name "Fire Kite".

The fourth princess, Tang Xiqian, has a small, delicate, and graceful iris, which is called "Butterfly Iris".

The irises of the Seventh Princess Tang Xiluo are simple and elegant, pure and otherworldly, and are called "Snow Iris".

……

Even on Master Bu Ran's brow, a radiant holy mark appeared, a golden iris, exactly like the iris mark of an emperor.

Each one is breathtakingly beautiful.

The light shimmered in the sunlight, like a window to the heavens opening between the eyebrows.

however--

Tang Xixue's brow was clean and pure.

There was no light.

There were no marks.

She stood there in the royal procession, her snow-white priestess robes making her appear even more ethereal, but the blank space between her brows stood out starkly against the backdrop of holy light.

In the audience, some people began to whisper among themselves.

"She doesn't have a holy seal?"

"Princess Mirror doesn't have a Holy Seal?"

"How is this possible..."

"Isn't she a legitimate member of the Tangxi royal family?"

The sound gradually rose and spread like ripples.

But before the ripples could even cause a major disturbance...

Suddenly, someone in the audience below exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Shen Yan stood in the center of the seat, her body enveloped in a faint golden light.

Above her brow, a delicate iris-shaped holy mark was slowly emerging.

The petals unfold like butterfly wings, and the stamen is a touch of vermilion, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

She stood in the center of the light, her fingertips gently touching her brow.

The holy seal felt warm and real, flowing with a temperature that resonated with her bloodline.

"turn out to be……"

"I am not an orphan."

She raised her eyes, looking at the majestic altar, at the snow-white figure, and at the royal children with flowers blooming between their brows.

"I am--"

Her voice trembled slightly, yet it carried an emotion that had been suppressed for too long and was finally able to be released:

"The true jewel of the Tangxi royal family."

"Tang Xixue, she's a fake."

"I am the real princess!"

This moment.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.