The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Upon hearing this, Tang Xixue smiled and her lips curved into a smile.

"Father, it's beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"

She stepped aside, revealing two figures following behind her.

"Look!"

Yuehao followed her gaze.

Then, he froze.

Xie Jinlian, the Kunlun Sword Immortal, has frost and snow as his bones and a sword spirit as his soul. His silver hair hangs to the sky, his coldness permeating the universe.

The Imperial Preceptor He Lichen, adorned with stars and adorned with the moon, possesses a divine aura. His sleeves are filled with the pure light of the moon, untouched by the mortal world.

Two stunningly beautiful faces came into view at the same time.

Yuehao blinked.

For a moment, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Okay, okay."

He finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of heartfelt admiration and amusement.

"Father was too hasty. The one our daughter Zhibao chose is excellent!"

He paused, then his gaze fell on Xingyu.

There was a hint of regret and a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"However, are you sure we can't accept Yu'er along with us?"

He carefully chose his words, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

"After all, he was raised by me and your mother..."

He didn't say those three words out loud.

But everyone understood instantly.

Child supporter.

I'll take them all.

"Father—"

Xingyu's handsome face flushed even more.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm and composed.

"Little Pearl is just my sister, you absolutely mustn't joke about us anymore."

Tang Xixue wasn't shy yet, but he was the one who got shy first.

He looked like a dragon whose tail had been stepped on, both ashamed and embarrassed, yet he still had to maintain his aloof persona.

Tang Xixue raised an eyebrow.

She admired the scene, a lively smile appearing in her eyes.

I must say, the child husband handpicked by his own parents is quite charming.

The shy little star has a unique charm.

Her parents are indeed very authoritative when it comes to aesthetics.

Seeing her expression, Yuehao thought there was hope and immediately added fuel to the fire.

"Forced love is never sweet—but it quenches thirst!"

He said earnestly.

"Zhibao, your father has also prepared beautiful triplets for you. Their father is very handsome, and they have been exceptionally beautiful since childhood. Now that they have grown up, they will surely be to your liking."

He refused to believe that none of the husbands he had chosen for his beloved daughter had turned out to be suitable.

"Tsukiyama."

He called out.

"Your subject is here."

The older Yue Lan Guard, whose eyes were red-rimmed, immediately stepped forward and respectfully responded.

"Where are your triplets? Bring them out so I can see them."

Yuehao spoke with great interest.

Yue Shan paused for a moment, then replied:

"Your Majesty, only the second son, Zhongtian, is here at the moment. The other two are not."

As he spoke, he shoved Yue Zhongtian, who was standing in the corner like a wooden statue, out of the room.

Yue Zhongtian staggered to his feet and stood before everyone's gaze, his entire body flushed red.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Yuehao nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over him.

"Handsome appearance and robust physique."

He turned to look at Tang Xixue, his tone carrying a hint of self-satisfaction.

"Zhibao, how's this? Are you satisfied?"

He paused, then added:

"There are three that are exactly the same."

Tang Xixue: "..."

Before she could speak, she felt two pairs of eyes behind her suddenly become sharp.

She hurriedly tugged at her father's robe.

"Shh, Father, keep your voice down."

Her voice was low and coaxing.

"There are two little jealous people at home..."

Xie Jinlian: "..."

He Lichen: "..."

The two exchanged a glance, then turned their faces away.

Vinegar packet it is.

Anyway, they belong to her family.

"Your Majesty, I will obey your every command."

Yue Zhongtian knelt upright, his face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Especially in front of so many subordinates, he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He never expected that after waiting for so many years, he would be waiting to serve the Empress in bed!

"Look at this kid, he's got it!"

Yuehao nodded in satisfaction.

He stood up and stretched his still somewhat stiff limbs.

"Let's go back and see my Ayin. She's so kind and gentle; these past years must have been very difficult for her."

Before Xingyu could say anything more, he strode out.

His steps were hurried, as if he were going to keep an appointment that was twenty years overdue.

While no one was paying attention, Yue Zhongtian had already turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

They vanished without a trace.

The few people left inside the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ling Zixian coughed lightly, breaking the eerie silence.

"Now that you are out of danger, let me take you back to the Hall of Fate to recuperate."

He spoke, his tone carrying a hint of indifference, as if it were none of his business.

But the amused smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

This mortal world is truly fascinating; I've witnessed one spectacular show after another since I first entered it.

nice!

I love watching it!

"Senior brother, you should head back home by yourself."

He Lichen leaned against Tang Xixue, his tone languid and content.

"I'll stay right here with Zhizhi, I'm not going anywhere."

Ling Zixian glanced at him.

"Tsk, junior brother, you've managed to cross the river with your bare hands and then dismantle the bridge. Looks like you're really alright."

He waved his Taoist robe, turned around, and left.

"Alright, then I'll head back first. I won't disturb my junior brother's pleasure of reclining on a beauty's lap."

His laughter came from outside the hall, growing farther and farther away, fainter and fainter.

They took away the Starry Sky Cloud Carriage, leaving behind only the scribe Songjun.

Songjun stood outside the palace and watched as his master leaned against Princess Jing, looking very weak.

But the light in his eyes was clearly brighter than the rekindled star of destiny.

"My lord, our cloud chariot is gone."

Song Jun began to speak:

"You'll just have to put up with this for a bit, overcome your obsession with cleanliness, and leave by boat with Princess Mirror."

"I'm not wronged."

He Lichen's voice was low, tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

"To be with Zhizhi, I couldn't ask for more than I could ever want."

He leaned weakly against her, completely forgetting his obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

He just wanted to be surrounded by her scent.

Or, let her be covered in his scent.

Xie Jinlian tightened his grip on the Butterfly Departure Sword even more.

"Your Excellency, are you a snake spirit reincarnated?"

He almost couldn't resist drawing his sword and attacking someone.

Who would have thought that the dignified Imperial Advisor would be such a spineless little vixen?

Ling Zixian should really come back and take a good look at it!

What kind of monstrous junior brother did their Fate Hall produce?

"Zhizhi, Brother Huaixian feels so dizzy..."

He Lichen's voice became even weaker, carrying a pitiful and affected tone.

"It's all my fault for being so useless..."

Tang Xixue quickly helped him up.

"How could it be Brother Huaixian's fault? You did it all for me..."

Her voice was soft and full of pity.

Xie Jinlian took a deep breath.

Wen Song leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Your Majesty, this might not be a snake spirit."

He paused.

"He is the Sage of Tea."

Xie Jinlian: "..."

Do all members of their imperial advisor lineage also practice tea ceremony?

Their family's Uncle Ling, who comes from a mysterious lineage, is also a master of tea ceremony, and the air is filled with the aroma of tea every day.

Song Jun stood at a distance, wanting to refute, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

He covered his face.

There's no way to refute that!

His family is indeed at this moment.

It has a strong tea flavor.

That's it, the struggle for the position of empress has always been like this.

It's not shameful!