The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The imperial carriage of Emperor Shengchen has entered the palace gates.

The grand ceremony to worship Heaven has now come to a close.

With Tang Xixue's stunning sword strike and the majestic power of the Imperial Preceptor He Lichen's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, the entire arena fell silent, and no one dared to make a rash move.

The Northern Star Empire's national fortunes remain prosperous and at their zenith.

Those who were originally waiting to see the joke, those who hoped that Princess Jing would be disgraced, and those who were waiting for Emperor Shengchen to lose face.

We didn't get to see a single one.

What awaited them was a series of thrilling and breathtaking events.

The first time, she stood on the altar in a white robe, her beauty unparalleled, surpassing all others. The composure in her eyes and the refined elegance in her demeanor captivated everyone, leaving them speechless.

The second time was when the black iron life-and-death token at her waist gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight. Once the identity of the Divine Medicine Valley's Life-Weaving Heavenly Physician was revealed, the people knelt in worship, their cries echoing like a tidal wave.

The third time was when she unleashed a thousand lotus blossoms with her sword. The sword light pierced through the clouds and brought the moon, killing all the assassins and staining the snow with blood, while her white robes remained flawless.

Every fleeting glimpse is breathtaking.

Every stunning moment is unforgettable.

Whispers began to rise from the crowd.

"I originally thought Princess Jing was a disgrace to the Tangxi royal family, someone who would make Emperor Shengchen lose face..."

Someone sighed, their voice tinged with a sense of melancholy.

"Who would have thought?"

Another person chimed in, their tone complex.

"Isn't that right? She's simply outshining the sun and moon."

There was helplessness, envy, and a hint of barely concealed apprehension in that voice.

"Is the life-or-death order from Divine Medicine Valley real or fake?"

Some people, still harboring doubts, asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you see that even the Divine Physician Zheyue didn't say a word?"

The person next to him glanced at him, speaking with certainty.

"If it's fake, he'll be the first to step forward."

The Divine Physician of the Moon, Si Xingxuan, is the junior apprentice of the Heavenly Physician of Destiny.

Given his temperament, if anyone dared to impersonate his legendary martial uncle, he would have already treated them with silver needles.

He didn't move.

That is the truth.

"not to mention--"

The man paused, then lowered his voice even further.

"Over the years, who has dared to impersonate the Celestial Physician of Destiny?"

"That person is on the list of the greatest figures of all time. To dare to disrespect him is to make an enemy of all people."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

The title of "Heavenly Physician" carries too much weight.

It was so heavy that no one dared to lend it, and no one could lend it.

"In this way, the Tangxi royal family will be an impenetrable fortress."

Someone sighed, their voice carrying a hint of helpless melancholy.

"Is there really no way to deal with Emperor Shengchen?"

The other person spoke, his tone revealing resentment.

"He's from the Imperial Star..."

"He is the most likely person to unify the world."

"But a fallen imperial star is nothing more than a shooting star."

The voice suddenly lowered, carrying a certain chilling quality.

"How can the balance of power in this world be broken by that child?"

"How can we allow him to shine alone in the world?"

Whispers drifted in the wind, like the tide in the dark night.

"Isn't there still that princess who was exiled among the common people?"

Someone suddenly remembered, and their eyes flickered slightly.

That woman named Shen Yan once had the Iris Holy Seal blooming between her brows.

That's proof of the royal bloodline of Tangxi; it can't be faked.

Having grown up outside the royal family, the princess has suffered hardships since childhood. How much affection could she possibly have for Emperor Shengchen?

But she has the identity of a royal princess, which no one else has.

She could now legitimately get close to him.

"Yes, and the Prince of Beichen."

Another person chimed in, their tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"That double-edged sword, one's stance is of paramount importance."

Bei Chenji, wielding immense power and commanding a large army, is the master of the War Hall, a cursed lone star.

His destiny is strong enough to rival that of an emperor.

His stance is enough to influence the landscape of the Nine Provinces.

By dragging him into the darkness, we can pull the imperial star down into the abyss as well.

"The Nine Extremes Alliance is imminent, and dragons and snakes are rising from the land."

A deep voice echoed from the shadows.

"The Northern Star shines alone in the vast sky; how can he be allowed to monopolize the light of heaven?"

When the wind blows, the sound dissipates into the night, leaving no trace.

But the sharpness in his words lingered for a long time.

"It's time for you all to put your pieces down."

Another voice followed, deep and slow like the lingering sound of an ancient bell.

"There is only one throne, countless players may make moves, but only one will ascend to the top."

"The chess player plans for eternity, while the pieces fight for a single breath."

"Some people use the fate of the nation as a tool for destruction; a single move can affect the fate of the country for three hundred years."

"If we wait until the landscape is settled and the nine provinces are united..."

The sound paused, its lingering resonance echoing.

"Then there will be no chance of turning the tide."

"Don't overthink things, or you'll end up losing everything."

"Don't let your lifelong scheming turn you into a pawn on the chessboard—"

"Abandoned pawn".

The words faded away with the wind.

After falling into the layers of palaces, they fell into those chess games that were not yet settled.

Just wait for the next time, when the winds of change will rise again.

At the same time, the Prince of Beichen, who had left Shanheque, released his cousin Hua Rongshi's speech acupoint.

"Little Imperial Uncle..."

As soon as Hua Rongshi opened her mouth, she was met with Bei Chenji's cold gaze.

It was an extremely handsome yet unusually cold face, with icy eyes that looked down upon the mortal world from the heavens.

His brow bone was sharp as if cut from a cliff, and the distinct angles concealed a sharpness that made people afraid to look directly at him.

Beneath long eyelashes, a pair of purple eyes reflected the vast aurora borealis in the heart of the frozen lake, chillingly cold yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Her frosty hair was like cold iron tempered by the night, bound together strand by strand with dark gold star chains, each strand radiating a chilling light.

When her hair falls down, it's as if she's locking the entire Milky Way into an abyss, making people afraid to look at it for too long, yet unable to resist looking at it.

He wore a crimson python scale armor that shimmered with a dark glow in the sunlight. Over it was a black sable cloak, pure and deep, as if he were draped in the entire eternal night.

"Rong Shi, what did you call me?"

He spoke, his voice deep and resonant, like the dark currents at the bottom of a cold pool.

Think carefully before you speak.

"cousin--"

Hua Rongshi immediately changed her tune, her peach-blossom face filled with a fawning smile.

Those peach blossom eyes were filled with a cunning light, and their movements revealed an undeniable liveliness and charm.

"Please help me, you know how much I love snowflakes..."

He tugged at Bei Chenji's sleeve like a spoiled cat.

Their posture was intimate and uninhibited, as if the most dangerous person in the Chenyao Dynasty was nothing more than a cousin who could be manipulated.

The Prince of Beichen, a prominent figure in the Chenyao Dynasty, held a high position and wielded great power, commanding a large army. He was a figure that countless people both admired and feared.

He is cold-hearted, dangerous, and makes people afraid to get close to him.

However, he has always been quite lenient and indulgent towards this cousin.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could become even closer relatives? Why stand in my way of marriage?"

Hua Rongshi got more and more excited as she spoke, her peach blossom eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"I am preventing you from going to the Yellow Springs."

Bei Chenji had barely finished speaking.

Suddenly, a dense sound of flapping wings came from the horizon.

Countless birds surged in like a tide, a dark mass that blotted out the sky.

They circled and chirped, then swooped down in unison.

Countless stones rained down like raindrops!

"Kong Sangyu is truly despicable!"

Hua Rongshi raised her hand to protect her head, almost laughing in exasperation.

"He gave my wife a rain of plum blossoms, but gave me a rain of stones?"

He cursed as he nimbly hid behind Bei Chenji.

The movements were fluid and efficient, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time he had done something like this.

Bei Chenji stood still, motionless.

He merely glanced at the figure that had darted away behind him, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and disdain.

"I don't really want to protect you either."

The guard beside him, Qian Su, had already tacitly opened a black parasol.

The umbrella's surface was as black as ink, made of some unknown material, and gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

The umbrella ribs are clearly defined, and when opened, it resembles a giant eagle spreading its wings.

Qian Su stood beside her prince, steadily holding up the umbrella.

Hua Rongshi didn't stand on ceremony at all and immediately ducked under the umbrella.

He raised his handsome face and shouted into the void:

"Kong Sangyu, if you're so capable, come and fight me one-on-one! Hiding in the shadows and releasing birds, what kind of Lord of Mountains and Seas do you think you are?"

His response was an even denser rain of pebbles.

"..."

Hua Rongshi silently shrank further under the umbrella.

"Cousin, look at him—"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Whoosh—"

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out!

The spear hurtled through the air!

The speed was astonishing; the friction between the spear tip and the air actually created a scorching flame.

The flames left a long trail in the air, like a burning dragon, piercing straight towards Hua Rongshi.

Bei Chenji's gaze sharpened slightly.

He didn't move.

Because he knew that the shot wasn't aimed at him.

"Bang--!"

The spear grazed the edge of the Heavenly Net Umbrella and plunged straight into the snow beside Hua Rongshi.

The gun sank three feet into the ground, causing it to tremble and emit a buzzing sound.

The lingering vibrations caused the surrounding snow to fall in a soft rustling sound.

Along with the spear came a crimson figure.

Her red clothes fluttered in the wind, like a blazing fire.

Feng Zhuo arrived through the snow, his tall figure standing out against the snow-covered ground, clad in a crimson outfit embroidered with a qilin pattern.

The intense red color seemed to ignite the chill of the entire winter.

His ponytail was tied high and swayed gently with his steps.

Bright eyes, shining like the sun.

His gaze burned with fire, with anger, with the unbridled passion and sharpness of a young man.

He raised his hand and grasped the silver dragon spear stuck in the snow.

It was pulled out with a "whoosh".

The spear tip pointed diagonally, its sharp edge aimed directly at the beautiful woman.

"Flower Butterfly—"

He spoke, his voice clear and resonant, yet carrying an undeniable sharpness.

"Stay away from Ah Xue."

Youthful spirit.

Its beauty is dazzling.