The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Si Xingzhou stood aside, looking at his beloved younger brother.

This was the first time he had ever seen Si Xingxuan cry like this.

The usually aloof and detached Divine Physician Zheyue was now so shattered that even his shadow could not be pieced back together.

His heart ached dully.

The pain was heavy in his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He didn't know that the pain was for his younger brother.

He still aches for the cunning and lively snow in the sky that made his heart flutter for the first time.

That woman had a galaxy in her eyes when she smiled, and a spring breeze when she turned around.

She was like a ray of light, unexpectedly shining into his stagnant heart, only to be unexpectedly swallowed up by the deepest darkness in the world.

pain.

It hurts.

"Ah Zhe, don't cry."

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

Hidden within that hoarse voice was a tremor that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

"I have already dispatched troops to fight this war, and I will surely seek justice for her."

Upon hearing this, Si Xingxuan cried even harder.

"But...she's gone! Waaaaah..."

His voice was fragmented, like shattered jade, piece by piece, piercing the heart and making it tremble.

"What's the use of this belated justice?"

He cried so hard that his whole body trembled, his shoulders shook violently, and his tears almost flooded the entire Silver Dust Palace.

The tears fell to the ground, making soft, shattering sounds, one after another, like the echoes of a broken heart.

"Brother, I've never liked anyone that much before."

He raised his head and looked at Si Xingzhou.

Those eyes were terribly red, tears streaming down their faces, yet they burned with a fierce fire.

A fire that had never appeared before in his sight.

"But I haven't even told her yet..."

The unspoken words echoed in the silent hall.

The feelings of liking that I never had a chance to express.

The sentiments that I didn't have time to express.

The hand I didn't manage to grab.

It's all too late.

Si Xingzhou stood there, looking at his younger brother, and at the burning fire in his brother's eyes.

The fire made his heart ache even more.

Because he knew that the fire in A-Zhe's heart and the fire in his heart were burning the same person.

They were burning the same person, someone who would never come back.

"I, Si Xing Zhe Yue, from this day forward—"

Si Xingxuan stood up, swaying, but spoke each word with all his might.

"We will fight to the death against the apostles of Heaven."

His voice was hoarse, yet it conveyed an unprecedented resolve.

"Either they perish, or I sleep forever."

They didn't kill her.

They killed his last remaining thought in his dying moments.

Qi Zhu stood by with his hands at his sides, quietly watching the scene before him.

He recalled how his master had refused to buy intelligence from Emperor Shengchen last night.

That aloof and detached demeanor, that detached tone, that indifference as if the joys and sorrows of this mortal world were none of his concern.

Truly, one is atop the clouds, observing the vicissitudes of life with detached eyes.

And this moment.

The person high in the clouds was weeping uncontrollably, his body shattered beyond recognition.

In just one day, he was completely different.

Qi Zhu lowered her head silently, not daring to let her master see the shocked expression on her face.

This slap in the face came completely unexpectedly.

It was ruthless, accurate, and painful.

Meanwhile, at the Mountain and River Palace, and the Azure Heaven Palace.

Kong Sangyu stood under the plum blossom tree.

He held the little white cat in his arms, his whole being as silent as an ice sculpture.

The cat curled up obediently in his arms, occasionally nuzzling his palm gently, but he didn't respond.

His fingertips were stiff, his gaze was empty, as if his soul had long since left his body.

He was happy today.

He went to Jingye Xuelu on a special occasion, hoping to run into Sister Zhi.

You can show her the little white cat he's raising, you can talk to her for a bit, and you can hear her voice.

Even just one sentence would be fine.

however.

He only saw Mu Liang and Fu Yi, covered in blood, being carried back.

Accompanied by Pei Yanchuan's trembling, incoherent question:

"Where is Her Highness? Hasn't she returned? What's wrong?"

"Sister Fuyi, where is His Highness? Where is His Highness?"

Li Shuang's voice trembled with tension, as if she had a premonition of something.

"How did you get injured like this?"

With red eyes, she sobbed uncontrollably.

Her lips trembled for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Your Highness... was surrounded and killed outside the city last night... she will never return."

That sentence struck everyone like a thunderbolt.

"No, Ah Liang, tell me it's fake, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chao Han gripped his sword tightly, as if his soul had been stolen from him.

Mu Liang remained silent.

Pei Yanchuan's straight, pine-like figure suddenly staggered.

He was struck dumb, his face turning as white as a sheet of paper.

The next moment, he ran off without looking back.

He was going to find his father, the king.

He was going to find someone to rescue His Highness.

He didn't believe it.

He refused to believe that His Highness would never return.

He was running so fast that he tripped and fell hard halfway through.

His knee struck the stone, and blood stained his robe.

But he just got up and kept running, running like a madman.

Kong Sangyu recalled last night.

Last night, Emperor Shengchen frantically sought to acquire intelligence, leaving those people as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

He sat high in his tower, casually shutting all of that out.

"Who wants to mess with those lunatics?"

That's what he said at the time, in a light and indifferent tone, with a hint of detachment.

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

He said so.

After saying that, he continued to sip his tea and admire the moon.

He remembered that the moon was beautiful last night.

But he didn't know that under the same moon, his sister Zhi was being besieged and killed.

Struggling in the raging flames. Inch by inch, being burned to ashes.

He still thought they had plenty of time together.

But there are never so many tomorrows in this world.

It's just one show after another, and there will be no future meeting.

Kong Sangyu closed her eyes.

He immediately rushed back to Shanhai and retrieved all the intelligence about the ambush.

Every detail about the Heavenly Fire Formation, the ambush outside the city, and Princess Mirror being burned to ashes.

He flipped through the intelligence reports page by page, and the images gradually surfaced in his mind.

Flames shot into the sky.

She was isolated and helpless.

His sister who weaves fate.

The only light in his heart.

It was burned to ashes in that fire.

"Sister Zhi."

He spoke softly, his voice as low as a sigh.

"Why do we always seem to miss each other?"

As soon as she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face.

The tears fell silently, dripping onto the little white cat in his arms.

The cat raised its head, looked at him blankly, and meowed softly.

But he couldn't hear anything anymore.

I don't know how long I cried.

Later he wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

Because all those tears flowed into my heart.

What you can't hold in your heart turns into hatred.

Hatred turned into a knife.

The knife must draw blood.

"Throughout my life, I have never overestimated people's character, nor have I ever given them much genuine affection."

"If I could exchange my wisdom and wisdom for one day of her peace, I would do it. But I don't even have that chance."

"Just consider me crazy."

His voice was very soft, as soft as a leaf falling on snow.

"Even if the world is destroyed without Sister Zhi, it doesn't matter."

He paused, a slight smile curving his lips, a chilling expression on his face.

"Anyway, it's completely black now."

He was never crazy.

This time, I want to go crazy.

"You know what? I've never regretted anything so much in my life."

"I regret not making a move that night."

"regret……"

His voice softened, becoming so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I regret not telling you that I truly love you."

A breeze rises, and plum blossoms fall in a soft rustling sound.

Crimson petals fell on his shoulders, in his hair, and on his trembling fingertips.

"I never told you this, but you are my whole spring."

The mountains and seas have always been wise and self-protective.

The most low-profile of the three major forces in the Dark Realm is Shan Hai.

On this day, it displayed its terrifying power to control beasts and listen to the wind, and to penetrate every nook and cranny.

"Those who wound the Heavenly Physician and embroider the wounds of life will find no land in the Nine Provinces to bury them."

The order from the mountains and seas was issued and spread to every inch of the land in the Nine Provinces.

Countless beast tamers opened their eyes.

Countless listeners pricked up their ears.

At this moment, countless eyes hidden in the shadows all fixed their gaze in the same direction.

He used all the power of the mountains and seas to give her justice.

He wisely protected himself for most of his life.

This time, he's doomed.