The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Wen Song."

The sound of Tangxi Snow fell softly, like a feather drifting into the night.

"exist."

Wen Song responded and stepped forward, his figure emerging from the shadows, bowing respectfully.

"Remember to intercept the letter that was sent to my senior brother; there's no need to send it back."

"Yes, mistress."

Wen Song accepted the order and left, disappearing into the vast night.

His footsteps were very light, as light as the wind passing by without leaving a trace, leaving only the faint sound of his clothes fluttering.

"Ah Yin!"

Yuehao held the unconscious Xiyin, his heart filled with anxiety.

His voice was filled with anxiety, and his eyes were red-rimmed, carrying the guilt of twenty years and the panic of the moment.

He held her in his arms, holding her so tightly.

"Quickly, summon the imperial physician!"

"Father, don't worry."

Tang Xixue stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Xiyin's wrist.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, and her posture while taking a pulse was calm and focused.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, enveloping her.

A moment later, she took out a silver needle and gently pierced Xiyin's fingertip.

A drop of blood seeped out.

Crimson as vermilion, pure as morning dew.

There was not a trace of poison gas.

She breathed a sigh of relief, as if her heart, which had been hanging in suspense for a long time, had finally settled back into place.

"It's alright, the poison has been neutralized. The Empress Dowager just fainted due to emotional distress; she'll be fine after some rest."

She touched the Snow Heart on her neck, her fingertips brushing against the warm, lustrous gem.

She closed her eyes.

A thought crossed my mind.

His lips moved slightly as he uttered the ancient incantation.

Life slowly seeps out.

Like a stream flowing into a dry riverbed, like spring rain falling on cracked earth.

Strand by strand, thread by thread, it flowed from Cangxue's heart into Xiyin's body.

That exhausted body finally received the timely rain.

Xiyin's complexion is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The paleness fades, like snow melting and spring arriving.

A rosy glow rises, like the rosy clouds parting.

Yuehao's eyes reddened again as he watched this scene.

There was the relief of surviving a disaster, and the ecstasy of regaining what was lost.

"Zhibao, thank you."

He raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, the movement very light, as if afraid of being seen.

He was the ruler of a country, her father, how could he shed tears in front of his daughter?

But the tears wouldn't stop.

His daughter, the baby he thought he would never see again, has now grown into a woman who can protect them.

Even his daughter can protect them now.

He turned his head and looked at Xingyu.

In that gaze, there was heartache and guilt, as well as deep pity.

For years, he slept soundly in the cold pool, knowing nothing.

But he knew that Xingyu, all alone and helpless, must be having a very difficult time.

"And Yu'er, you've really suffered these past years."

Xingyu shook her head.

"Father, I am not suffering."

He looked at Yue Hao, tide Yin who was gradually falling asleep in his arms, and Tang Xi Xue, who stood beside him with gentle eyes.

I hope that I can wait until my mother recovers, my father wakes up, and my sister returns.

He is not suffering at all.

His father was always a monarch as gentle as a breeze and as bright as the moon.

He was compassionate and humble, always saying that harmony is the most important thing and one should always have good intentions.

He only gripped the sword tightly for the first time when someone he cared about was in danger.

It's not for power, it's for protection.

He is different from his father.

He was ruthless and cunning, and the whole world was his enemy.

In those years, he fought his way through a bloody path, stepping over corpses to secure his throne.

Some say he is a demon, some say he is a killer, and some say his hands are stained with blood.

But so what?

Those he wanted to protect are still alive.

That's enough.

My father and mother are gentle and kind, but this world will devour them until there are no bones left.

But it doesn't matter.

He's here now.

Yuehao carried Xiyin to the couch, gently laid her down, and covered her with the brocade quilt.

The movements were extremely light and gentle, as if they were being handled with the most precious treasure in the world.

He stayed by her bedside, holding her hand, unwilling to let go for even a moment.

"Those old bastards at Zonglantai are really going too far."

Upon learning of the beasts' actions, Yue Hao trembled with rage.

His voice was filled with anger, heartache, and deep regret.

"I have always suspected that the Moon Clan members were all killed by them..."

He paused, his voice sinking into a deep abyss.

"Now it seems that it is true."

"The Zonglan Terrace is high, but it cannot surpass greed. The Yuezhi bloodline is the best sacrifice. The Seven Elders are immortal because they devoured their master."

He originally thought they were just taking advantage of their age and seniority, and that they were just being arrogant because of their experience.

But to my surprise, they were utterly devoid of humanity.

"They have lived for countless years, hundreds of years... even thousands of years, no one knows."

Xingyu's voice rang out, as cold as a deep sea current, as cold as the ice of the deepest hell.

"It's time to remove this malignant tumor."

Zong Lantai has consistently claimed to be loyal to the public over the years.

They gathered a group of loyal followers of the Moon Clan and stood against Xingyu.

They supervised all officials, and the world only saw them upholding the orthodox system.

What they investigate can be made public; what they decide can be spoken aloud.

With an open demeanor, they act in a clandestine manner.

Loyal bones on stage, white bones off stage.

But they never expected that the Moon Emperor could be revived.

Where are they right now?

Yuehao asked.

"They're kneeling outside."

Tang Xixue answered.

She showed no mercy to her enemies.

"Madam, these are the pieces of evidence we've gathered. Please take a look."

Wen Song handed her a stack of files.

The pages are densely covered with records of the blood debts of those years.

Tang Xixue took it and turned the pages one by one.

Her expression grew colder and colder.

The chill in his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

The words flowed before her eyes, each line a drop of blood, each page a tear.

Those sacrificed clansmen, those wronged souls who died with their eyes wide open, those lives devoured by greed—

It's all written on this yellowed paper.

She turned the last page and looked up.

There was no warmth left in his eyes.

"Hey, Moonlit Heaven, heed my command!"

"Your subject is here."

Yue Zhongtian immediately knelt down, his posture respectful and solemn.

His back was ramrod straight.

Tang Xixue raised her eyes and looked at the night outside the palace.

The night was deep, and the stars were sparse.

A few lights shone in the distance, like sleepless eyes in someone's home.

Her voice was clear and cold as snow, each word resounding and powerful.

"Zonglan Terrace should be a place to inherit the legacy of the Yuezhi and protect the sea frontier."

"However, the seven elders of Zonglantai acted perversely, worshipped evil gods, and sacrificed the common people."

"They secretly controlled Fengxiao Pavilion, and their crimes are too numerous to count."

She tossed the stack of incriminating evidence lightly to the ground.

The pages fluttered like snowflakes, landing before the moon high in the sky.

Some landed on his knees, some floated on his shoulders, some slowly hovered in front of him, and finally gently landed.

Those papers were filled with the heinous crimes committed by the people whom the Yuelan Guard had always respected over the years.

"He should be executed."

Those two words fell like a thunderclap.

Yue Zhongtian picked up a page in disbelief and quickly scanned it.

His expression suddenly changed.

Anger, shock, and hatred swirled and intertwined in his eyes.

Those emotions were like a volcanic eruption, like a tsunami crashing down, completely impossible to suppress.

"Execute immediately."

"Your subject obeys the order."

Yue Zhongtian clasped his hands in acceptance of the order, then turned and left.

His steps were heavy, yet carried a chilling, deadly force.

Over the years, the Yue Lan Guards have placed such trust in Zong Lan Tai.

Treat them as adults, as seniors, as people worthy of respect.

During festivals, they would visit him; when they were unsure about something, they would consult him.

The results of it?

They were actually the culprits who harmed His Majesty and were the ones who caused the palace coup back then!

This infuriated him.

He Lichen spoke slowly.

"The people of Fengxiao Pavilion are protected by the Heavenly Dao, so killing them won't be so easy."

"Let me conceal the secrets of heaven for a moment."

Those whom Zhizhi intends to kill must be executed.

He turned and walked out of the Weaving Moon Palace.

The moon-white robe fluttered gently in the night breeze, like drifting clouds or fluttering petals.

His figure disappeared into the night, leaving only a lingering, chilly aura.

He stood on the high platform.

The astrolabe in my hand slowly turned.

The light was a deep blue and dazzling, as if it had captured the entire Milky Way within a small space.

On the astrolabe, the stars move about, their paths clearly defined.

He looked up at the sky.

The stars in the sky swirled and echoed the astrolabe in his hand.

The light grew stronger and brighter until it blotted out the sky.

The secrets of heaven are obscured.

All the protection hidden in fate has now failed.

"Those old bastards, I, the Emperor, will personally commit suicide."

Xingyu stood atop the high pavilion, holding a glass silver moon bow.

The bow was as translucent as jade, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

The moonlight fell on him, gilding him with a faint silver glow.

His gaze was as cold as frost, filled with murderous intent, like a god of death emerging from the depths of the netherworld.

He drew his bow.

The bowstring was taut, making a faint sound.

The sound was very soft, yet it sounded like the sigh of death.

The invisible arrow is already on the bowstring.

"Time is of the essence, how about we each take one?"

He Lichen's voice came from the night, clear and cold as frost, yet carrying a hint of nonchalance.

It was as if he wasn't talking about killing, but about dividing the spoils.

"Those guys are strange; we must finish them off quickly."

Xie Jinlian, holding the Butterfly Departure Sword, also stood on a high place.

The sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

Her long, silvery-white hair swayed gently in the night breeze, like frosty snowflakes or drifting clouds.

His features were as cold and refined as a painting, but now they were tinged with murderous intent.

He looked down at the seven kneeling figures in front of the palace gate.

Xie Jinlian's eyes were filled with coldness.

Anyone who harms Zhizhi will not live.

A night breeze blew by.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind.

The three men stood in different positions, like three killing gods, looking down at the seven figures kneeling in the dust.

The starlight in the sky is obscured, and the murderous intent on earth is intense.

Tonight, blood will surely flow like a river.