The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Ying Lin, your troublemaker has messed up."

Yun Chuan War God Qi Wang wiped the sword in his arms, the blade of which was polished to a shine, almost reflecting a person's image.

He turned his head and glanced at Pei Yanchuan, his tone carrying a hint of schadenfreude and teasing.

"It was a fake. The fake princess dared to be so arrogant—that's quite courageous of her."

Pei Yanchuan gazed at the snow-white figure on the high platform, his eyes calm and serene.

There was no panic, no worry, not even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

Like a deep pool, it remains undisturbed no matter how strong the wind and waves.

"First of all, Your Highness is not a source of trouble."

He spoke, his voice clear and resonant, each word spoken with an earnestness that left no room for argument.

"Secondly, Your Highness is always the light."

Regardless of whether she is a princess or not.

She was his light.

It was true before, it is true now, and it will be true for the rest of my life.

"She saved me from dire straits in the past."

"Now, if she were to fall from grace—"

"I will be her stepping stone."

His words were deliberate and resounding.

"For her—"

"Repave Qingyun Road."

Qi Wang paused in wiping the sword.

He turned his head, staring wide-eyed at Pei Yanchuan, his handsome face filled with disbelief.

"...This is an illness, do you understand?"

He took a deep breath and spoke earnestly.

"Wake up, brother. Wise men don't fall in love. You'll never know how you'll die if you keep going like this!"

Pei Yanchuan glanced at him.

His gaze was calm and composed.

"Leave me alone."

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the high platform.

"I have my own way of dying."

He paused, then added another sentence.

"Go and be sweet with your sister-in-law."

His gaze fell on the Daoist sword in Qi Wang's arms, which was so worn that the leather was almost peeling off.

Qi Wang: "..."

He looked down at the sword in his arms, then looked up at Pei Yanchuan, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

This guy is hopeless.

Oh well, he has a wife anyway.

Not far away, Qi Zhan sat upright in the center of the seat, his gaze sweeping over Tang Xixue, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

That smile was as gentle as a spring breeze and as warm as the sun.

But that warmth couldn't reach their eyes.

"It turns out—it was a fake."

"They're quite a good match for Pei Xiaogou."

His smile deepened.

"This actually complements each other perfectly."

On the throne of the Dream Empire.

Hua Rong suddenly stood up.

Those peach blossom eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

"cousin!"

He turned to Bei Chenji, his voice rising an octave.

"What's going on? My wife—she's not a member of the Tangxi royal family?"

Bei Chenji did not respond.

He simply gazed at the high platform, his purple eyes swirling with complex emotions.

He knew better than anyone whether she was of royal blood from Tangxi.

After all, that was the place he took her to stay.

If Tangxi doesn't raise them at night, then he will.

Hua Rongshi, however, was already making her own plans.

"That wasn't destined—"

He paused, his tone revealing a hint of barely concealed excitement.

Its exuberance was like that of a fledgling bird just released from its cage, flapping its wings and impossible to contain.

"Am I destined to be Meng Hua's Crown Princess?"

Bei Chenji finally turned his head.

His gaze was cold, like a blade tempered with ice.

"Shut up."

Two words: clean and efficient.

Hua Rongshi wanted to say something flirtatious, but when she met that gaze, she hesitated to speak.

That gaze was so cold, so cold it could freeze all thoughts in one's mind.

Bei Chenji withdrew his gaze and looked back at the high platform.

His biggest worry.

As expected, it happened.

She could leave the Tangxi royal family, but in her current situation, there is no doubt that she will be publicly executed.

He doesn't understand.

She knew her own background, so why did she still come?

Isn't she afraid?

Shen Xian stood in the crowd, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He glanced at Shen Yan—the holy mark between the woman's brows had not yet faded, and a hint of barely suppressed smugness played on her lips.

His smugness was so intense that it almost overflowed from his face.

He looked up again, gazing at the snow-white figure on the high platform.

Tang Xixue stood beside Emperor Shengchen, her whole being as pure and elegant as snow, without a trace of panic or unease in her eyes.

She just stood there quietly.

Like a snow lotus, it stands tall and graceful despite the wind and rain.

Like a bright moon, it remains radiant regardless of the changing clouds.

Shen Xian suddenly felt a little dazed.

She's so unrestrained and flamboyant, what would she do without her princess status?

Shen Xian lowered her eyes, concealing her complex emotions.

She's no longer his fiancée; he shouldn't be bothered by it.

The real puppy, Feng Zhuo, the young general of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, was earnestly saying to his elder brother Feng Yi:

"Brother, even if Xue isn't a princess, I'll still marry her."

He paused, his ears turning slightly red, but his voice grew even more resolute.

"With so much dowry, she won't suffer after leaving the palace. At worst, I can lend you my entire private treasury... and I'll pay you back later."

"Anyway, we can't let Ah Xue suffer even the slightest bit."

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Well, whatever makes you happy."

"It doesn't matter whether you pay it back or not, just marry him first."

"I...I'm definitely going to marry him."

Feng Zhuo said with utmost determination.

They had already been intimate, so he couldn't possibly abandon Ah Xue after starting something.

He belongs to Ah Xue.

Imperial Preceptor He Lichen looked at Tang Xixue.

She winked at him.

That glance was so light and faint, yet it dispelled all his unease.

no need to worry.

She said it in that one glance.

From the direction of her seat in the Other Shore Divine Kingdom, separated by a veil, Yun Boyan kept a close eye on her.

Beneath his silver robe, his hand gripped the hilt of his sword, "Bo Chen."

He gripped the sword hilt so tightly it was burning hot, as if it might be drawn at any moment.

Xie Jinlian sat quietly beside him.

Long, slender fingers gently caressed the silver tassels and bells of the Butterfly Vanishing Sword.

The movement was extremely light and slow.

Yet it inexplicably sends chills down one's spine.

On the high platform.

Emperor Tang Xiye of the Holy Emperor extended his hand.

He took Tang Xixue's hand.

The movement was so natural and composed, as if it had been done a thousand times. It was as if she had been holding his hand since he was a child, and would continue to do so forever.

Then he spoke.

It was a resounding statement.

"As long as I remain on the throne—"

He paused.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

Those who had been whispering just moments before fell silent instantly under that gaze. That gaze was like an invisible sword, pressing down on everyone, making them afraid to look up.

"Snow on Tangxi"

"Forever the Moon of the Morning Star."

"It belongs to me—"

"A precious gem in the palm of one's hand".

He slightly raised his eyes, revealing his imperial majesty.

"Does anyone have any objections?"

The entire room fell silent.

Silence reigned.

Who dares to object?

Are you going to risk your life to defy this supreme ruler?

Emperor Xingze Si Xingzhou gazed at the two figures on the high platform, at Tang Xiye holding Tang Xixue's hand, and at the undisguised possessiveness in his eyes.

Suddenly he understood everything.

That possessiveness was too strong, too intense, and too blatant.

That wasn't the look a brother would give his sister.

That is—the one I've been longing for.

"...Tangxi Night".

He said in a low voice, with a hint of gritted teeth.

"Absolutely shameless."

What do you mean by spoiling your sister?

It's all ambiguous!

He said that Tang Xiye was so obsessed with pampering Tang Xixue.

I thought it was a deep sibling bond, but now it seems—it's all a deep marital bond.

it is good.

very good.

No wonder Tang Xixue had absolutely no interest in this Emperor Xingze.

She had long been pampered and spoiled by Tang Xiye for so many years.

The Northern Star Empire, the number one power in the Nine Provinces, and its emperor, the number one power in the Nine Provinces.

Anyone knows how to choose.

Si Xingzhou leaned back in his chair, feeling a tightness in his chest.

With the example of the precious child prince, Emperor Shengchen, before him, even Emperor Xingze lost his appeal!

"elder brother……"

Beside him, Si Xingxuan's voice rang out softly.

The voice carried a hint of disbelief, and a touch of yandere despair, as if it were about to shatter.

"It's not what I think, is it? They..."

He gazed at the two figures on the high platform, at their intertwined hands, and at the unconcealed tenderness in Tang Xiye's eyes as she looked at Tang Xixue.

Si Xingxuan felt that her worldview was collapsing.

They must be siblings, right?

It won't change.

Say yes!

Let's be siblings for life, okay?

Si Xingzhou glanced at him.

no answer.

But that silence itself is the answer.

Si Xingxuan: "..."

There is a crescent moon, silently shattering.

"She's so naughty... Why can't she stop bothering me?"

"As a person, you can't, at the very least, shouldn't, give up halfway..."