The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The rain of flowers continued unabated.

Colorful plum petals swirled in the air, fluttering and falling to the ground, carpeting the ground with a rouge-colored hue.

The fragrance was cool and refreshing, carrying the unique chill of late winter and early spring, yet it couldn't mask the eerie silence in the room.

It was as if a silent red rain was pouring down from the highest heavens.

Tangxi Xue stood on the high platform, a few plum blossom petals already fallen on her snow-white priest's robe.

The red and white outfit made her look even more ethereal and otherworldly, like a snow fairy who had stepped out of the moon palace.

She looked up and gazed at Hua Rong, who stood leaning against the plum blossom.

Her dazzling gown was even more flamboyant than a tree full of red plum blossoms.

The robe was made of the finest brocade, with peach blossom pink interwoven with silver threads and subtle patterns, shimmering with delicate light in the sunlight.

As her clothes fluttered, it seemed as if peach petals were falling softly.

Her peach blossom eyes were slightly upturned, and the corners of her eyes naturally carried a hint of flirtatious charm.

When those eyes moved, it was like spring water being ruffled by the wind, creating ripples.

It's as if everyone she looks at is being shown tender affection.

She suddenly remembered that night.

When Hua Rongshi's peach blossom poison took effect, he became extremely clingy in the hot spring pool, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

Her long pink hair cascaded down, shimmering softly in the moonlight, making her face even more stunning.

He called her "my wife" repeatedly, as if it were his right and proper wife, as if she were his lawfully wedded wife.

At that time, the moonlight was like water, and the water reflected the moonlight.

The pink-haired beauty under the moon was truly like a peach blossom fairy, captivating and alluring, her eyes brimming with affection.

It inexplicably fascinates people.

It's just that the moon was too round that night.

"Has the butterfly ailment struck again???"

Her voice was soft and clear, carrying a hint of doubt, a hint of disdain, and a touch of helplessness that even she couldn't quite explain.

Don't go to her if you have an attack!

How innocent she is!

So what if I slept with him once?

That wasn't her choice; she was forced into it!

How did he end up extorting her?

It was as if the moonlight of that night had become an eternal bond between them.

"Ha? As if I don't exist?"

Tang Xiye's fist suddenly clenched beneath her sleeve.

The knuckles are white, and the veins are bulging.

The force was astonishing, as if it were not one's own hand being held, but someone's throat.

When Hua Rong was in her prime, was she ill?

It's probably heat!

The reward must not have been set high enough!

Why hasn't Yun Jue dealt with this madman yet?

Is Yun Boyan's sword dull?

He turned his head and glanced at the strategist Yan Ci.

His gaze was extremely faint, as faint as the winter wind, light and fleeting, leaving no trace when it brushed against my cheek.

But Yan Ci felt a chill run down his spine.

The chill traveled up the spine, down to the back of the neck, to the scalp, and to every nerve ending.

"Is this how Yan Ce does things?"

Yan Ci lowered his eyes, silently enduring the gaze.

He was helpless.

It seems that the bounty is unreliable, and he will have to take action himself.

There's no way to be lazy.

Lord Yunjue has been taking very few orders lately, and according to reliable sources, he is taking care of his sword immortal brother.

The well-informed major powers have already learned that Xie Jinlian, the Kunlun Sword Immortal, is in trouble.

Lord Yunjue's actions depend entirely on his mood; if he's in a bad mood, he won't budge even if you offer him a mountain of gold.

When I'm in a good mood, I'll kill someone even if I don't take a penny.

But given the current situation...

He silently lit three incense sticks for Prince Menghua in his heart.

I didn't take Hua Rongshi seriously at first, but who would have thought he would dare to ask for the young prince's hand in marriage in public!

Does being good-looking give you the right to covet the young prince?

There was no other way but to ask him to set off.

"Yun Jue, you are truly useless."

Tang Xiye withdrew her gaze and looked again at the figure under the flowering tree.

He and Yan Ci had a great understanding; they could understand each other with just a glance.

Some things don't need to be said.

Some things, you just have to do.

"Perhaps I should start calling His Majesty 'Brother-in-law' from now on!"

Hua Rongshi was completely unaware that she was walking on the edge of danger, and instead laughed as she stabbed Tang Xiye in the heart.

That smile was as radiant as peach blossoms in spring, dazzling and captivating.

Upon hearing his words, Tang Xixue felt her hand tighten—

It hurt when Tang Xiye gripped my hand so tightly.

The force was so great that she almost frowned.

She simply squeezed his hand back gently, as if to comfort him.

It was very light, as light as a feather falling into the palm of your hand.

Tang Xiye realized what was happening, and hurriedly glanced at her apologetically, loosening her grip slightly but not letting go.

He never wants to let go in his life.

"presumptuous!"

Tang Xiye spoke, her voice turning deep.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like thunder rolling across the sky, silencing the entire audience.

The emperor's majesty was fully displayed.

"If Crown Prince Menghua does not know what etiquette is, I do not mind teaching you myself."

The word "personally" was spoken with resounding force.

It felt like it had been ground out from between teeth, carrying a metallic chill.

His gaze swept over the seats of the Menghua Empire, and in that glance, there was a warning and a murderous intent.

There was also a hint of—an inexplicable—jealousy.

"Don't talk nonsense while you're drunk!"

Emperor Menghua rebuked him in a deep voice, his tone tinged with a sense of helpless weariness.

He was also extremely worried about his unruly son.

Hua Rongshi was too unruly, like a little butterfly that couldn't be controlled by etiquette. From childhood to adulthood, he couldn't control her no matter what he wanted to do.

From the time that child could walk, he dared to climb on the roof and tear off the tiles.

From the time he could speak, he dared to talk back to the Grand Tutor.

He ignores all attempts to teach him manners.

When you teach him the rules, he only pays lip service to them.

He looked to Bei Chenji for help:

"Ji'er".

"..."

Bei Chenji gripped the hilt of the Purple Snow Sword.

The urge to kill his cousin grew stronger.

Does his uncle still expect him to take care of things?

All he wants now is to exile this arrogant bastard to the northern frontier!

The farther the better!

It would be best if he never came back in this lifetime!

Let him face the ice abyss every day, and see how he can still smile so brightly and how he can still seduce Xiaoxue'er!

High in the pavilion, Empress Dowager Bai Yining held a teacup, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.

"This Prince Menghua has good taste."

She took a small sip of tea, her tone carrying a hint of leisurely anticipation.

The tea was clear, reflecting her features.

"She's good-looking and very interesting."

She paused, a glint of light flashing in her phoenix eyes.

"It can certainly keep Zhizhi entertained... With this little guy around, it's quite lively."

She enjoyed watching the play and found it very interesting.

Prince Menghua publicly proposed to Princess Jing, leaving countless noble ladies heartbroken.

This woman's beauty captivated the world, attracting both men and women; countless admirers flocked to her, eager to pluck this peach blossom.

Now this peach blossom has come to me of its own accord.

interesting.

Interesting.

The princes and princesses of Beichen were dumbfounded.

Prince Rui, Tang Ximo, murmured, his eyes filled with shock:

"The Crown Prince of Menghua is so brave!"

He paused, then lowered his voice:

"Is this blatantly trying to steal someone from my brother? Doesn't he have any fear of death?!"

King Wu Tangxi Lie added, his voice extremely low:

"What kind of trash is this? He dares to steal our Empress Dowager's sister-in-law!"

Fourth Princess Tang Xi nodded slightly, her almond-shaped eyes gleaming with gossip.

"Stimulate!"

"You know what, our Zhizhi is eating really well..."

The Seventh Princess, Tang Xiluo, quietly tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to keep her voice down.

"Shh, keep your voice down... Your brother is still here."

But she herself couldn't help but glance at Hua Rongshi a few more times.

I must say, this young master Menghua truly lives up to his reputation as the peach blossom of the South!

Like his aunt Hua Qingwan, who was once renowned for her beauty, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

That kind of beauty is breathtaking, unforgettable, and etched into your very bones.