The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The sea breeze swept by, ruffling the woman's long, disheveled hair and scattering her soft whispers into the deep blue sea.

Those sounds drifted and drifted, far away, but never reached the place they longed to go.

In the distance, two maids on duty watched this scene from afar.

dare not approach.

They couldn't bear to leave either.

"well……"

A sigh, so soft, yet so heavy, weighed on my heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Our late queen was truly pitiful."

"Ever since Princess Snow Weaver was lost, she has... she has been like this."

"For twenty years, I've sat here every day, holding that empty swaddling clothes, waiting, coaxing..."

The other maid turned her face away, unable to bear watching any longer.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice was slightly choked:

"Waited for twenty years... more than seven thousand days and nights..."

"But when will the person she's waiting for return?"

No one answered.

Only the icy blue aurora continued to shine silently.

Look at this crazy woman.

Looking at that empty swaddling clothes.

Following the light of a mother's love that has never been extinguished in twenty years.

Even though she was driven mad, she still remembered her child.

Meanwhile, in the Northern Star Empire...

The iron cavalry charged out in unison, their clothes torn by the night wind.

The Prince of Beichen personally led his elite cavalry, their crimson battle robes fluttering in the night like a burning banner summoning souls.

The thunderous hooves rolled across the sky, shaking the earth and making people tremble.

The armor gleamed coldly, reflecting the frosty moonlight, and every sword was sharpened with the edge of vengeance.

"All troops, listen to my command! Leave no one alive!"

"yes!"

With thunderous force, the entire city of Baiyujing was swept away, and all the strongholds of the Heavenly Punishment Hall were wiped out overnight.

As the sword flashed, the venomous snakes in the shadows didn't even have time to realize what was happening before their heads were severed.

Blood splattered three feet, staining the moonlight red and the scorched earth red as well.

No trial.

No pardon.

Only blood can pay the price.

In Beichenji's principles, there is no such thing as forgiveness.

Mountains and rivers, palaces in the azure sky.

Moonlight streamed through the carved white jade window, spreading a thin, cool layer of silver frost across the ground, like a sigh left behind by someone.

The fragrance of Haiyue Biyun wafted gently, filling the room with an even greater tranquility, so quiet that one could hear the soft sound of plum blossoms falling like snow outside the window.

"Brother, we're so glad we had Princess Mirror's help today. We didn't know her identity before, and we really misunderstood her."

Kong Sangling said crisply.

"Yes, I misunderstood her, Sister Zhi. She's a very nice person."

Kong Sangyu leaned against the soft couch.

Her long, silvery-blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with a cool, clear light, flowing like a gentle river under the moonlight.

His light blue silk robe was embroidered with faint cloud patterns, which made him look even more like the first snow in the mountains, pure and aloof, untouched by the dust of the world.

"Tomorrow, I'll have a new place built over there in the mountains and seas to house those little foxes. It's not good to keep troubling Sister Zhi."

"Tonight was so rushed, but thankfully I ran into her."

He was holding a snow-white kitten in his arms.

I picked it up yesterday. It has a very special pattern between its eyebrows, exactly the same as Tangxi Xue's.

He then took it with him.

He always felt an inexplicable connection with this little white cat.

"Sister Zhi has one, and I have one too..."

My fingertips gently stroked the soft fur, one stroke after another, as languid as a mountain spring, unhurried and unhurried, free and easy.

The kitten squinted comfortably and purred softly.

The voice was soft and gentle, echoing softly in the silent hall, like the only warmth in the dead of night.

The communication talisman lights up.

"Oh? Emperor Shengchen wants information about the Heavenly Punishment Hall?"

He spoke, his voice clear and languid, as if he had just woken from a deep sleep, still carrying a hint of weariness.

"Then we'll have to raise the price."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, a curve as faint as starlight or mist.

"The rules of the underworld dictate that we don't deal with the affairs of Heavenly Apostles. Are you all unaware of this?"

In those deep blue eyes, there was a shimmering light, flickering like the ebb and flow of the tide.

"The price for information about those lunatics is a separate matter."

"I'm afraid none of you can afford it."

A night breeze rustled through the window, blowing the branches softly.

He put down the communication talisman and looked down at the kitten in his arms.

Those deep blue eyes were now churning with complex emotions—a mixture of apprehension, calculation, and a deep-seated helplessness.

"Those lunatics."

"Who wants to provoke this?"

"I'm not crazy, I'm trying to hide as fast as I can."

He has always been wise and discerning, and never gets involved in troubled matters.

This is his way of dealing with the world, and it's also the source of his confidence that has allowed him to live so many years without incident.

The once innocent and kind-hearted Prince Yu has long since perished in the sea.

I gently tapped the kitten's nose with my fingertip.

"Meow~"

The kitten rubbed against his palm, its fluffy little head nuzzling against him, as if it were being affectionate or trying to comfort him.

Kong Sangyu lowered his eyes, a hint of anticipation appearing on his handsome young face.

That expectation was shallow, yet it was like a seed, quietly buried deep in my heart.

"Tomorrow I'm going to the Snow Lodge to see the little raccoon dogs. I wonder if I'll run into Sister Zhi?"

"It would be wonderful to even catch a glimpse of it..."

Tonight, I am destined to be sleepless.

Baiyujing, Qishige.

Unlike the cold and quiet outside, the interior of the pavilion was warmly lit by candlelight, filling the room with a cozy atmosphere.

The candlelight flickered, casting shimmering shadows on the wall, like countless fragmented dreams, rising and falling.

"I wonder what my brother has been busy with? He didn't even come to the Seven Generations Pavilion."

Si Xingxuan leaned against the soft couch by the window.

He held a snow-white cashmere blanket in his arms, as soft as a cloud, wrapping him up tightly, revealing only his pale face and those eyes that always seemed a bit sickly.

Her face was still pale, but it had a few more traces of color than before.

"I'd also like to ask him for more advice on how to get along with my junior uncle..."

A medical book was laid out on his lap.

The pages were slightly curled from being turned, and the corners were covered with annotations.

The handwriting is elegant and neat, each stroke carefully executed as if copying scriptures.

That was written by his own hand.

Every word reflects an understanding of medical principles.

Every word he wrote reflected his admiration for his junior uncle.

Fingertips gently traced the pages, as if caressing some extremely precious treasure.

The movements were very light and gentle, carrying a hint of piety and longing.

"My lord, Emperor Shengchen wants to buy information about the Heavenly Dao Apostles. You can name the price."

The voice of the medicine attendant, Qizhu, rang out, carrying a hint of inquiry.

Upon hearing this, the corners of his lips slightly lifted.

The smile was faint, yet carried a hint of indifference.

"Qizhu, the people of the Holy Emperor don't understand etiquette, and neither do you?"

"Even if he were my future brother-in-law, I wouldn't make an exception for him."

"We don't want to mess with those lunatics."

Her voice was ethereal and languid.

How could someone as selfish as him get involved in the trouble of the Heavenly Apostles for the sake of others?

The more you understand, the more you fear.

They have always kept to themselves.

No matter how despicable the Heavenly Apostles are—what does it have to do with him, the Star Lord?

He didn't even flinch when the floodwaters raged outside.

"I understand, then I'll go and decline," Qi Zhu replied.

"Um."

He's not like his master, the old medicine god, who was kind and benevolent.

It wasn't Junior Uncle Weaver of Fate, the Heavenly Physician, who had the well-being of all living beings in his heart.

Si Xingxuan is a thoroughly selfish and cold-hearted person.

They don't have many years left to live, so how can they have the kindness to rid the people of evil?

"Emperor Shengchen is really just trying to attract attention—to provoke those lunatics just to gain a good reputation..."

He chuckled and continued to peruse the ancient texts.

The candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on his pale profile.

He pulled the cashmere blanket closer, and a shy tenderness appeared on his face as his gaze fell upon it.

"With my reserved demeanor, my junior uncle will surely look at me differently, won't he?"

"I've also written quite a few medical books. I'll give them to her next time I see her. I wonder if she'll like them?"

Outside the window, the moonlight fell silently.

It reflects the languid atmosphere of the Biluo Palace and the tranquility of the Qishi Pavilion.

Two lights are lit, and most people are sleepless.