The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

As dawn broke, the first rays of light quietly slid down from the snow-covered, icy glazed tiles.

The gauze curtains hung lightly, like smoke and mist, yet they could not block the mountain shouts that surged in like a tide.

"Brother, did you see that?"

Yun Boyan's usually cold eyes now held a look of amazement and shock.

"How popular is Sister-in-law in Kyushu..."

"It's absolutely breathtaking."

"Zhizhi deserves to be admired by everyone."

The smile that spread across Xie Jinlian's lips was like moonlight brushing against the edge of a sword.

"Like the Milky Way in the sky, fallen to earth, it naturally deserves the worship of all."

"And I—"

He lowered his eyes slightly.

"He is just the luckiest one among the thousands who look up to him."

"Because the Milky Way fell into my arms."

"To meet you in this world is like meeting a flower in the rain."

He heard the shouts rising like a tidal wave.

It spread outwards from the center of the square, along the long street, and reached very, very far places.

The people, who should have been worshipping the emperor, had completely forgotten about this matter.

They spontaneously bowed their heads toward the snow-white figure.

Bowing to the Heavenly Physician of Destiny.

Even imperial power must yield to faith.

This is the Heavenly Physician of Life Weaving.

Her authority was not earned through swords and battles, nor through power struggles and scheming, but through countless effective medicines and lives pulled back from the brink of death.

It was accumulated little by little.

Those she saved, those who survived because of her, those who were given a glimmer of hope in despair—they were all her most devout followers.

Xie Jinlian listened quietly.

Listen to the piety and heartfelt reverence hidden in those voices.

He suddenly felt his chest cavity filled with something.

very warm.

It's very soft.

He was his disciple.

She was the person he held dearest in his heart.

It is also his pride.

"So my Heavenly Physician is really amazing in the Dao!"

"Brother, you're only just finding out?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Boyan shook his head; his elder brother was truly incredibly lucky.

He was firmly chosen by his sister-in-law.

He doesn't say who envied him.

In a corner of the viewing area, Sheng Feiming stood beside Master Buran, a warm smile appearing on the young holy monk's handsome and clean face.

That smile was clear and pure, like snow reflecting the light of clouds.

A faint, elegant fragrance of incense lingered around him, resembling sandalwood yet not quite, ethereal and profound.

The fragrance was extremely faint, drifting almost imperceptibly, as if carrying the breath of a quiet mountain forest.

Its scent instantly calms the mind.

"Sister Zhizhi, so many people like her."

He spoke softly, his voice ethereal and warm, imbued with the tranquility of scriptures and ancient springs.

He gently twirled the dark brown Bodhi prayer beads between his fingers.

The beads are round and full, one by one, slowly rotating on the fingertips, as if the passing years are being tucked between the fingers.

Master Bu Ran gazed upon the magnificent scene of thousands of people paying homage.

"The children she raised herself are naturally very good."

He had seen Bai Yining praying day and night for that child.

In those years, she knelt before the Buddha, chanting scriptures over and over again, praying to Heaven.

Inside the main hall of Huguo Temple, candlelight flickered, illuminating the kind-faced golden Buddha statue and her slender yet resolute figure.

She knelt there, hands clasped together, eyes closed and head bowed.

That figure was slender, yet so resolute it was heartbreaking.

The candlelight illuminated her face, flickering on and off, but the light in her phoenix eyes never dimmed.

He knew how deep their feelings were.

Because of his love for Tangxi Xue, he naturally viewed her with a biased perspective.

No matter how many bad rumors circulated outside, no matter how many absurd stories were told over the years.

He always believed that the child raised by Bai Yining was a good one.

"Master."

Saint Feiming suddenly spoke:

"The holy mark between your eyebrows is exactly the same as that between the eyebrows of the Holy Emperor."

He paused, and the fingers that were fiddling with the prayer beads also stopped.

Master Bu Ran was slightly taken aback.

He subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips touching the mark between his eyebrows.

The mark was now slightly warming up with the throbbing of his blood.

That is an imprint flowing in their bones and blood, a unique mark of the legitimate descendants of the Tangxi royal family.

Are they exactly the same?

His gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on the young emperor on the high platform, who shone like the rising sun.

Tang Xi stood at the highest point of the sacrificial altar, his black imperial robes gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He exuded an aura of authority that made people dare not look him directly in the eye or disrespect him.

"In the Tangxi clan, only direct bloodlines can possess the same sacred seal."

The emperor who now rules this land is his son.

Master Bu Ran's hand holding the prayer beads tightened slightly.

The knuckles are turning white.

He suddenly remembered that night.

The wedding night was filled with the soft rustling of candles.

That day, he was so drunk he was completely unconscious.

He was kidnapped from the teahouse and, in a daze, was taken to the Eastern Palace.

He thought it was a dream, a hallucination from being drunk, or that those images were just delusions he had suppressed for too long.

He thought that all those tender moments, all that affection, all those whispers in his ear, were just his deepest, most secret desires, which, while he was out of his mind, had turned into a vain dream.

They thought that the room full of red candles, the draped gauze curtains, and the entanglement on the mandarin duck quilt were all nothing but a mirage.

He and the rustling sound, like stars scattering and rain dispersing.

But now...

He looked at Saint-Fémin.

"Fei Ming, Xuan Yin—are we related by blood?"

The young monk simply lowered his eyes, gently twirling his prayer beads with his fingers, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He didn't say anything.

It's as if they've said everything.

Practicing Buddhism requires a karmic connection with the Buddha.

Master Bu Ran listened to the rain before the Buddha and watched the clouds under the pine trees, simply to cultivate a state of tranquility.

In the path of Buddhism and Taoism, he is far inferior to the naturally born Buddhist disciple, Sheng Feiming.

Saint Feiming was born amidst a golden rain of mandalas that covered three thousand miles of the divine realm on the other side.

He held an unopened golden Udumbara flower in his arms, and the cinnabar between his brows burned brightly, like a lamp before a Buddha.

Saint Feiming is the future Holy Lord of the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli in the Other Shore.

He possessed profound Buddhist wisdom, enabling him to foresee the future and deduce the course of destiny.

Although he is still young, his cultivation and unfathomable abilities are already unfathomable.

Master Bu Ran knew his disciple well. If he had no relationship with Tang Xiye, Sheng Feiming wouldn't have made that special mention.

and so……

That night wasn't a dream after all?

Was it his wedding night with Susu?

He truly possessed Susu.

He froze on the spot.

It has been transformed into a sculpture.

Shock, ecstasy, regret...

Countless emotions swept in like a tsunami.

Master Bu Ran looked anxiously at the purple figure on the high pavilion.

Bai Yining, dressed in a magnificent palace gown, leaned against the window, looking down upon all living beings.

Sunlight streamed in from behind her, bathing her in a soft golden glow.

She gazed at the radiant young emperor and his equally dazzling beloved daughter on the high platform, a calm and composed smile playing on her lips.

That was the majesty of an empress ruling the world.

That is the composure that comes after weathering storms.

But beneath that smile—something quietly slipped away.

A single tear.

Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks.

It was a joy, but also a regret.

It landed silently on the window frame.

"Rustling..."

Master Bu Ran suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest.

The pain was so intense that he could barely breathe.

The pain caused his hand holding the prayer beads to tremble slightly.