The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Before Tang Xiye and Feng Zhuo could make a move, someone else had already taken the initiative.

"Crown Prince Menghua, if you are ill, I will give you two acupuncture treatments."

A thin layer of anger floated on the pale face of the Divine Physician Si Xingxuan.

The anger wasn't intense, yet it was inexplicably unsettling.

It was like the calm before the storm.

"It's bad to avoid seeking medical help when you're sick."

He held a few silver needles between his fingers, which gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight.

The cold glint was thin and chilly, like moonlight tempered with frost, or like the fiercest gust of wind in winter.

"If you're sick, get treatment; stop acting crazy everywhere."

Before he could finish speaking...

He flicked his fingertip.

The silver needles transformed into several streams of light, heading straight for Hua Rongshi!

Swift as a startled swan, fast as a shooting star.

If you disagree, take action; that has always been the style of the Divine Physician Zheyue.

Hua Rongshi twirled the folding fan in her hand.

"Ding ding ding—"

With a few crisp sounds, several silver needles were knocked away by the fan and embedded in the flowering trees behind them.

The nail was driven deep into the tree trunk, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the wood.

The force was so great that the tree trunk trembled slightly.

He stood still, without even moving a step.

The smile on that handsome face remained radiant.

"I dare not trouble the divine physician Zheyue."

He closed the folding fan and gently shook it.

His movements were dashing and debonair, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

"Your consultation fee is too expensive."

Si Xingxuan stared at him coldly, then picked up a few more silver needles with her fingertips.

"Consultation fee?"

A cold smile appeared on his lips, a smile tinged with danger.

"Free today."

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

That's enough.

Bei Chenji stepped forward directly, wearing gloves as always, grabbed Hua Rongshi's clothes, and dragged him away.

The movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

"My cousin has had too much to drink and is talking nonsense. Everyone, please ignore him."

"Little Imperial Uncle, I didn't drink it..."

Before Hua Rongshi could finish speaking, Bei Chenji silenced her by striking her acupoint.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

She could only gaze at her cousin with those peach blossom eyes, her expression wistful.

His gaze held an accusation that his cousin had done such a thing to him.

"If you cause any more trouble, I will throw you into Mirror Moon Lake to sober up."

Bei Chenji grasped the Purple Snow Sword.

He actually changed his address himself and started calling him Little Imperial Uncle, just like Tang Xixue.

He doesn't even call me "cousin" anymore.

He's really crazy!

If this weren't a grand sacrificial ceremony, where everyone was giving Bei Chen face and refraining from causing trouble, his cousin would probably have already been besieged.

He could already sense several killing intents from the moment he arrived.

The most formidable of these came from the direction of the seat in the otherworldly divine kingdom.

Yun Boyan's killing intent and Xie Jinlian's sword intent both made people feel like they had thorns in their backs.

He looked up.

Through the gauze curtain, Yun Boyan could be seen standing with his hands behind his back, exuding a chilling aura, like a sword about to be drawn.

The chill emanated from him, permeating the surrounding air and causing those around him to instinctively take a few steps back.

Beside him, a snow-white figure sat quietly.

Xie Jinlian's slender fingers gently caressed the Butterfly Departure Sword.

The movement was extremely light and slow.

One moment, one moment.

But that rhythm sent chills down your spine.

"You really know how to court death..."

Bei Chenji withdrew his gaze.

He grabbed Hua Rong and quickly left.

If this weren't his cousin, he would have thrown him into Mirror Moon Lake to feed the fish right now.

Kong Sangyu of the Azure Wave Immortal Dynasty watched their departing figures, a cold glint appearing in his sea-blue eyes.

How dare Hua Rongshi try to steal Xue Jie from him!

That's really great!

"Zhizhi, don't pay any attention to these madmen."

Tang Xiye, holding Tang Xixue's hand, said softly.

His tone was calm and unperturbed.

But there was a dark undertone in those eyes.

It's as if something indescribable lurks beneath the abyss.

There are just too many madmen who covet his family's textiles!

It's absolutely an eyesore!

He should think of a way to make them all give up.

"Um."

Tang Xixue responded softly.

Not far away, Si Xingxuan withdrew the silver needles and sat down again.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The movements were elegant and composed, as if nothing had happened.

But his gaze secretly fell towards Tang Xixue's direction.

Those eyes, usually so gloomy and dark, were now brimming with intense emotions.

There was also a hint of cautious flattery.

Like a child who has done something wrong, longing for forgiveness.

"Junior Uncle-Master—Zhizhi."

He called out to himself silently.

He lowered his eyes.

But deep down, he was making plans.

What gift should I prepare when I see my junior uncle next time?

Should we prepare a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum?

Or should we prepare a box of the best gold needles?

Or perhaps some rare books he privately kept?

He doesn't really know how to please a girl, so he'll ask his brother for advice.

"My lord, are you alright?"

Song Jun stood behind the Imperial Preceptor He Lichen and asked cautiously.

The voice was very low, so low that only the two people could hear it.

"Shouldn't we dismantle this Star Array?"

"Good."

He Lichen spoke softly, his voice clear.

Like a morning breeze blowing through the deep mountains and clouds, it initially feels cool, but quickly transforms into a warm and refreshing energy, enveloping you in the pure air of heaven and earth.

Standing like a solitary pine, moving like a flowing cloud, every movement and stillness is a work of art.

He gently stroked the astrolabe in his hands.

The star chart slowly rotated between his fingers, the starlight flowing and reflecting his cool, frosty eyebrows and eyes.

"I was just thinking—"

"Crown Prince Menghua seems a bit superfluous."

Songjun silently took a step back.

I was sweating bullets when I saw the beautiful face of Prince Menghua.

Just how much hatred does this Prince Menghua have?

And at that very moment.

Suddenly, the sound of ice breaking rang out.

"Snap—!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, like someone smashing a frozen lake with a giant hammer, or like a crack being torn open between heaven and earth.

The sharp sound of ice shattering cut through the air, sending a shiver down one's spine.

The ice beneath the previously frozen Mirror Moon Lake suddenly shattered.

Countless dark figures broke through the ice!

They were dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloths, and they held sharp blades that gleamed eerily in the sunlight.

The dark figures surged out like a tide, well-trained and moving in perfect unison, like demons crawling out of the abyss of hell.

Water droplets slid off them, making soft, pattering sounds as they hit the snow.

They all rushed towards Emperor Tang Xiye!

The sword's edge pointed, its killing intent palpable.

They had been lying in ambush for a long time.

Beneath the icy lake water, they stood motionless, holding their breath, like lifeless sculptures.

We've been waiting for this moment.

The emperor passed by.

now.

This is the perfect time.

Emperor Shengchen, the number one emperor in the Nine Provinces, his imperial star shines brightly in the world.

Countless people wanted to extinguish this imperial star and take its place.

The light of that imperial star was so dazzling that one wanted to pluck it down, crush it, and trample it into the dust.

The moment the assassin appeared, Shen Cuo, the commander of the Imperial Guards, had already gripped the long sword at his waist.

His actions were faster than his thoughts.

That's an instinct etched into your bones from countless life-or-death battles.

He drew his sword, took a step forward, and stood in front of them.

He was always so fearless in protecting his master, even at the cost of his own life.

The figure stood like a mountain before the emperor, the blade pointing diagonally, the gaze sharp and fierce.

As Shen Yan said, Shen Cuo is a grateful person, a very pure one.

Pure loyalty, pure protection, pure unwavering commitment.

However, even faster than Shen Cuo's blade was Tang Xixue's Longevity Sword.