The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

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When the flowers bloom, they arrive on the wind.

Her pink robes fluttered in the night wind, her long hair was disheveled, no longer as exquisite and neat as before.

He always cared a lot about his appearance, and he had to take care of every single hair.

But at that moment, he was completely unaware of his disheveled state.

When he saw that dark figure in the distance, he felt as if his soul had been ripped out.

He practically staggered as he rushed over.

Then he saw it.

I saw the Reincarnation Pendant.

I saw that scorched earth.

I saw Tang Xiye's eyes, which seemed to devour me.

Suddenly he understood everything.

Why would someone like Emperor Shengchen come here in the middle of the night for no reason?

When has Ye Feng's intelligence ever been false?

He was just hoping for the best...

"My wife..."

His voice was as soft as a sigh, as light as a falling leaf.

Then, the tears just fell.

Large tears, uncontrollably rolling down, crashed into the dust, splashing up fine dust particles.

He had never been in such pain before.

He fell in love with her at first sight.

I was amazed by that face, and captivated by those eyes.

But what truly led him to his doom was the gleaming soul beneath that physical exterior.

It begins with appearance, but ends with soul.

"Little snowflakes..."

He knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

All that remained in my eyes was a crimson red, a shattered mess.

Those vicious thugs were ruthless and deadly; how could Little Snowflake possibly escape?

"Tap tap—"

Bei Chenji rode up, only a step behind him.

He dismounted, his gaze sweeping over the mess before settling on the Reincarnation Pendant.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, his face turned even paler than the moonlight.

Those demons.

Those monsters who have no conscience, yet are highly intelligent, skilled in martial arts, and proficient in divination and escape techniques.

The Heavenly Punishment Hall and the Fengxiao Pavilion have an extremely long history and are among the oldest forces in the Nine Provinces Continent.

They are deeply entrenched and unfathomable, far from being ordinary cats and dogs.

But so what?

Bei Chenji gripped the Purple Snow Sword tightly, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging.

At this moment, he wanted to drag the whole world down with him to be buried with his Xue'er.

But before that, he first needs to find the mastermind behind it all—

Torn to pieces.

Tang Xiye used almost all her strength to speak, one word at a time.

"This road will be permanently blocked."

"Feng Yi, lead your troops to open another official road overnight."

His beloved Zhizhi, he couldn't even gather a handful of her ashes for her.

How could he let her ashes be trampled on?

That was his moonlight.

He couldn't protect her while she was alive.

She's dead; he should at least protect her last sanctuary.

She wouldn't let anyone step over her ashes.

Not even one step.

"Yes, sir."

Feng Yi accepted the order and left.

Tang Xiye turned around, her gaze sweeping over Hua Rongshi and Bei Chenji.

Those usually calm eyes were now filled with blood.

He spoke.

Just one word.

"roll."

The voice was hoarse, cold as a knife, so cold that no one dared to approach.

"Don't cry here, you'll dirty Zhizhi's path to reincarnation."

He gripped his sword tightly.

That was made by Zhizhi herself.

The sword is named Weaving Night, and its blade is like a frozen river at night, deep and serene.

A deep blue gemstone was set in the hilt of the sword, like a star plucked from her temple.

The sword is adorned with a snowflake tassel made of ice crystals, each snowflake meticulously crafted by her own hand, and each line etched with her tenderness.

The sword tassel swayed gently in the moonlight.

Like when she was still around, she would linger in front of him.

It's like she's still here.

Bei Chenji's gaze fell on the sword tassel.

I glanced at it once, then looked away.

I dare not look anymore.

If he continued watching, he feared he too would kneel down and weep uncontrollably, just like Hua Rongshi.

"Xuan Yin".

He spoke, his voice low and deep.

This was the first time Bei Chenji had seen Tang Xiye on the verge of collapse.

That emperor who always sat upright on the dragon throne, never showing his emotions.

That Emperor Shengchen, who looked down upon the world and never bowed his head.

Standing here now, I feel a suffocating chill emanating from my body.

The chill was so intense, it seemed to seep from the deepest abyss, and even the moonlight condensed into frost beside him.

But he couldn't laugh at all.

I can't feel happy either.

His heart was bleeding from the pain, so much so that he almost bent over.

In those years, he hated Tangxi Night, hated the Tangxi royal family, and hated the injustice of the world.

He had thought countless times about embarrassing him, defeating him, and letting him taste what it felt like to be trampled underfoot.

But at this moment.

That hatred, that resentment, that scheme meticulously planned day and night—

None of that matters anymore.

To avenge his Cher.

He couldn't care about anything else.

I don't care about anything anymore.

"Let's cooperate."

He said.

Two simple words, yet they seemed to have used all their strength.

He was willing to be a knife.

They eagerly and willingly became a knife.

Tang Xiye remained silent.

He simply raised his eyes and looked at Bei Chenji.

Those eyes, which were usually cold and abyssal, were now bloodshot, crimson, and filled with fragments that had been barely pieced together after being broken.

He just stared at Bei Chenji for a very long time.

Then he nodded.

It's very light.

very slow.

It was as if all the strength had been used up.

Neither of them trusted the other.

We've been wary of each other for so many years, and we've been scheming against each other for so many years.

But at this moment, they share the same goal.

Hua Rongshi suddenly stood up.

He didn't speak, and didn't even turn around to look at them.

He simply scooped up a snowflake and pressed it close to his heart.

There, he still finds the one and only time in his life that he was ever moved.

Then, he left without looking back.

The night breeze lifted the hem of his peach-blossom-patterned robe and ruffled his disheveled long hair.

The pink figure gradually blended into the night, like a wisp of light swallowed by darkness.

He did not shed any more tears.

They just kept walking, step by step, towards the endless darkness.

He wants to investigate personally.

Go find it yourself.

He personally performed for his deceased wife—

To avenge oneself.

The moonlight fell behind him, casting an extremely long shadow.

The usually lively and cheerful Crown Prince Menghua had no smile on his face at this moment.

In the distance, atop the high cliffs of Dieyun Peak.

The precipitous cliffs are like swords, piercing straight into the sky.

The ancient pine tree, thousands of years old, stretches out horizontally and diagonally, its gnarled branches casting a menacing silhouette under the moonlight.

A figure stood on the edge of the cliff.

The dark cloak fluttered slightly in the night wind, rustling softly, yet it always concealed that tall, slender figure, revealing not a trace of his true appearance.

The sash hanging from her waist dangled, its deep blue gemstone shimmering with an eerie luster.

He just stood there.

Not moving at all.

Like a stone statue that has stood here since time immemorial, like a shadow cast by moonlight.

The moon hung behind him, casting a silvery outline around him, but it couldn't penetrate the darkness that surrounded him.

He gazed into the distance.

As far as the eye can see, there is Baiyujing, nestled among mountains.

That majestic capital city, now dotted with lights, resembles stars scattered across the earth.

The glazed tiles of Chengtian Hall gleamed with a cold light under the moonlight, the outline of the Shanheque was hidden in the night mist, and the surface of Jingyue Lake was like a huge mirror, reflecting the moon in the sky.

He just stared at it.

He exuded an indescribable power and mystery.

"Baiyujing—"

He spoke.

The sound was soft, yet it echoed gently through the mountains and forests, like a whisper from another world.

"I'm back."

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The arc was extremely light and faint, yet it resembled a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sending a chill down one's spine for no apparent reason.

"Bei Chenji, is this gift to your liking?"

A low laugh escaped from his throat and drifted away in the mountain breeze.