The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Whoosh—"

When Tang Xixue grasped the sword, she changed completely.

Just moments ago she was a celestial being, pure and otherworldly, with a cold and aloof air about her, as if she were above the heavens, untouched by the dust of the world.

At this moment, he was a sword immortal who looked down upon the world, his aura as powerful as frost and snow breaking, making people dare not look directly at him.

That white figure vanished from the spot in an instant, like clouds turning into mist.

No one saw how she moved.

All that could be seen was a fleeting shadow left in the wind, like the last trace before the clouds and smoke dissipated.

The beautiful sapphire longevity sword at her waist, which was as exquisite as an ornament, was drawn at that moment.

The sword was long and slender, with a sharp and piercing edge. When it was drawn from its sheath, it was accompanied by an extremely faint and delicate dragon's roar.

The sword that Tang Xiye personally crafted for her was both beautiful and sharp.

The sapphire shimmered with a deep blue light under the sunlight, as if a piece of the starry night sky had been cut off and collected into this sword.

"A sword can bloom a thousand lotuses."

When she spoke, her voice was light and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

The words fell.

The sword light flashed like clouds breaking through the moon.

In an instant, it illuminated the entire world.

The light bathed everything in a silvery-white glow.

The mountains and rivers lost their color, the sun and moon lost their light, and only this sword remained.

Thousands of light butterflies flew out from the tip of the sword.

Silver butterflies fluttered, and the sky was filled with flowing light.

Each butterfly wing is adorned with tiny glimmers of light, as if the Milky Way has been crushed and scattered across the world.

When the sword is raised, it doesn't look like it's meant to kill.

Like writing cursive script.

Every stroke is unrestrained and elegant.

Every stroke is executed with unrestrained passion.

Her longsword fell.

At the same time, a blood-red ice lotus bloomed in the hearts of all the assassins.

The flowers were extremely beautiful.

It's shockingly red.

The petals unfold layer by layer, spreading from the heart, like the most alluring flower watered with fresh blood.

The assassins didn't even have time to let out a scream.

She just stared wide-eyed, incredulously at the alluring crimson ice lotus blooming in her heart.

Then he fell down.

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

The sounds came one after another, as if striking everyone's heart, heavy and muffled, making people tremble.

Along with the light of her sword, countless stars also fell.

The Zhou Tian Star Array set up by He Lichen has always been suspended high above the Mountain and River Palace.

At that moment, dazzling starlight poured down from the sky, intertwining with her sword light and completely annihilating the assassins.

Where starlight reaches, everything turns to ash.

Those assassins didn't even leave behind any bodies.

Tangxi Xue stood still in the spot.

The tip of the sword pointed at the ground.

A drop of blood slowly slid down from the sword's edge, dripping onto the pristine white snow and spreading into a small red plum blossom.

The small, bright red plum blossoms stood out vividly against the snow.

And she—

Spotless.

The white robes were flawless.

"So easily defeated, yet you dare to kill your lord?"

She spoke, her voice soft and melodious, yet it plunged the entire room into a deathly silence.

The stillness was like a frozen lake, without a ripple or a sound.

Even the wind has stopped.

I even forgot to breathe.

She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over all the young talents of the Nine Provinces.

Wherever that gaze fell, everyone instinctively lowered their eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.

It was as if there was something sharp hidden in those eyes, and that one look would hurt you.

"Who else wants to try my sword?"

Her voice held a sharp edge that made people afraid to look directly at her.

Like a knife hidden under the snow.

Like thorns hidden among flowers.

When she stood with her sword in hand, she exuded the aura of a queen.

It's something you're born with, something ingrained in your bones.

It's an aura that makes people want to submit involuntarily.

"Thump—"

The War God Qi Wang's most beloved natal sword, "Dao You," fell to the ground with a clatter.

He didn't pick it up right away.

She was completely lost in thought, staring blankly at the snow-white figure, her heart pounding wildly.

She stood there, sword in hand, with an air of disdain for all living beings.

At that moment, he stopped breathing.

Isn't she just a pretty vase?

If the Hidden Dragon Guards hadn't intervened last time, would Si Xingzhou have been chased and hacked all over the mountain by her?

"That sword strike was so fast!!!"

His voice trembled, and he didn't even know what he was saying.

"She—she—"

He was speechless.

Because no language can do justice to that sword strike just now.

He could only stare blankly, like a fool who had never seen the world.

"Ahhh! Bro! Bro—Ah Xue is so handsome!"

Feng Zhuo clutched his chest, his whole being ablaze with passion.

In that instant, he suddenly remembered the white-clad youth on the Asura Platform.

That one sword strike pierced his heart.

It was just that one figure that made his heart race.

At that time, he didn't know who it was.

I just thought that sword was really cool.

I just felt as if my heart had been hit hard by something.

That impact was so severe that he still remembers it vividly.

now.

Two figures overlapped in my mind.

A boy in white, a princess in snow.

He finally understood.

It turns out that his heart recognized Ah Xue even before he did.

At that time, she was dressed in men's clothing and wore a mask, making it impossible for him to see her clearly.

But his heart is visible.

"Ah Xue..."

"It turns out, the one who can make my heart flutter is always you."

He would fall for her as long as it was her.

"Princess Mirror, you're so strong!"

Shen Cuo gripped the long sword, frozen in place.

He watched the snow-white figure deftly sheath her sword and fell into deep self-doubt.

That sword strike was absolutely stunning to him.

He recalled His Majesty's earnest instructions when he was sent to protect Princess Jing, and his own solemn vow to "protect His Highness completely."

But that sword strike just now...

So fast that he didn't even see where the sword light came from before it had already cut down all the assassins.

"His Majesty sent me to protect her..."

"Who is protecting whom?"

He suddenly realized.

I feel like my position as the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard is somewhat superfluous.

Is he just protecting a lonely soul?

"Brother Emperor."

Tang Xixue spoke, her voice clear and soft.

At this moment, all her sharpness disappeared.

"It's alright now."

She looked at him, her lips slightly upturned, as gentle as ever.

At that moment, the sun was shining brightly.

It fell on her, giving her a faint golden glow.

Tangxi gazes at the snow-covered Tangxi at night.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Um."

He paused.

"Zhizhi is already able to protect her elder brother."

There was surprise, doting, and an undisguised pride in his tone.

His frail and helpless Zhizhi truly gave him a tremendous surprise.

The Hidden Dragon Guards responsible for protecting Princess Mirror all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

The little darling they're so carefully protecting is even stronger than them, okay?

At this moment, Emperor Menghua's hand, holding the teacup, remained suspended in mid-air, not lowering it for a long time.

The tea had gone cold.

But he was completely unaware.

He was only thinking about that suffocating sword strike.

Suddenly I felt my face burning.

"cough."

He coughed lightly, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

But the embarrassment was impossible to hide.

"This is what Fu Zui was talking about..."

He paused, trying to keep his tone calm.

"A delicate flower suitable for growing in the Dreamy Flower City?"

The attendant silently lowered his eyes, not daring to respond.

Emperor Menghua felt ashamed for his son when he recalled his son's arrogant words.

It was so embarrassing that you could carve out a magnificent landscape for him with your toes.

His son probably has some misunderstanding about the delicate flower.

"Ji'er is right."

"Fu Zui is indeed quite drunk."

He paused, then added.

"Princess Mirror's name is not exactly the same as the word 'delicate,' but rather—completely unrelated."

Emperor Xingze Si Xingzhou recalled the day he tried to forcibly take Tang Xixue back to Xingze, and covered his face with his hands.

"Brother, why are you covering your face?"

Si Xingxuan asked with concern.

"Is something on your mind?"