The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The young general's fiery figure finally collapsed into the snow a few steps later.

The red dress spread out on the white snow, fiery as flames, yet tragically beautiful as blood.

Snowflakes fell in a flurry, landing on his disheveled hair, his pale face, and his tightly closed eyelashes.

The snow was cold, but the last bit of warmth in his body was being slowly drained away.

The way he fell was like a fire that had burned out its last bit of heat, finally fading into silence.

As soon as Feng Yi rushed out of the tent, he saw the figure fall to the ground with a thud.

In that instant, it felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, the pain so intense that he could barely stand.

"Ah Zhuo! What do you mean, 'Your brother harmed you'..."

He rushed forward, scooped up his younger brother, and held him tightly in his arms.

The body in his arms was so light that it startled him. He was a fierce general who had fought on the battlefield, but now he was like a fallen leaf that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"I kept it from you because I know you too well."

His voice trembled, and his eyes reddened.

"As your brother, I know better than you how much she means to you."

Hearing his younger brother's aggrieved words before he fell into a coma, he felt both pain and helplessness.

Why would he want to harm him?

He wished he could die in his place.

"Guards! Quickly invite Liu Fengchun to my tent!"

Feng Yi picked up her younger brother and quickly walked into the tent.

The wind and snow lashed at his face, stinging it, but he was completely oblivious.

She simply held the red dress even tighter, as if afraid that if she let go, she wouldn't even retain that little bit of warmth.

If he hadn't arrived, this silly boy would have fainted in the freezing cold.

The snow will cover his brows and eyes, cover his thoughts, cover his heart that is riddled with holes but still beats for her.

As Fengyi walked, she kept muttering to herself.

The voice was urgent and hoarse, as if it were cursing him, or as if it were pleading with him.

"You clearly have a heart condition, yet you insist on going to the battlefield to earn merit. I've already told you, I've saved up for your dowry, but you're still so stubborn."

"I'll give it all to you, you don't need to pay it back. Isn't it enough that I'll support both of you?"

His voice grew softer and hoarser.

"In the end... the person you wanted to marry is gone... what are you going to do?"

He was asking himself a question, but he was also asking himself a question.

This silly younger brother gave her his whole heart.

If she's gone, where else can I put my heart but to stay with her through life and death?

The curtains were drawn, shutting out the howling wind and snow outside.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the boy's pale, paper-white profile and the red robe that could never be rekindled.

General Feng never wanted to be a hero.

The hero's heart was set on the world, but his heart was too small, so small that it could only hold the snow of Tangxi.

But in order to be worthy of her, the young man wielded a sword that could ignite the heavens, daring to make mountains and rivers bow down.

Crimson flames streak across the sky, burning mountains and rivers in a crimson hue.

Dressed in red, she fought her way across the battlefield, covered in wounds, yet she never shed a tear in front of others.

He was amidst a vast army, yet his brow never furrowed in the slightest.

He was bathed in blood amidst the clash of swords, yet he never uttered a single word.

He fought desperately against the enemy amidst the swirling snow, his only thought being to save up more dowry for her and to get one inch closer to her.

Only when facing her, without saying a word, tears streamed down his face.

Only when he heard that she was not there did his already broken heart finally give way.

His flame was lit for her.

If she were gone, he would be nothing but a handful of ashes, scattered in the snowstorm, going with her.

"My grandfather repeatedly warned me that Young Master Feng's heart could not withstand any stimulation."

After examining Feng Zhuo's pulse, military doctor Liu Fengchun shook his head helplessly.

His fingers rested on the bloodless wrist, feeling the almost imperceptible pulse.

One after another, faint and intermittent, as if it might break at any moment.

"Now... my heart is shattered."

He withdrew his hand and looked up at Feng Yi.

"It's hopeless. We should prepare for the worst."

Feng Yi sat to the side, wringing out a piece of cotton cloth in her hand, gently wiping away the blood that had seeped from the corner of Feng Zhuo's lips.

The movements were careful, as if handling a fragile piece of glass.

He didn't speak.

They just kept wiping.

one more time.

It was as if wiping him like this would wake him up.

"Even the Liu family's ancestral heart-protecting pill couldn't save him. What happened to him?"

Liu Fengchun stared at the pale face on the bed, utterly bewildered.

He had always thought that this sunny and cheerful young general must be carefree.

Aren't the Feng family members all doing well?

What could have made him so heartbroken?

"It's nothing..."

The sound of the wind was as light as a wisp of mist.

"It's Princess Mirror, the love he's had for over a decade."

He paused, his gaze falling on the sword tassel at Feng Zhuo's waist.

The gilded roses and the openwork ice and snow patterns shimmered with a warm glow under the candlelight.

"His favorite Crimson Flame Sword, with its tassel, was a token given to him by the princess."

"They should have lived together in the same forest and been married. If it weren't for that unexpected turn of events..."

He was referring to the incident that occurred five years ago.

Princess Mirror suddenly fell seriously ill, then lost her memory, becoming strange and cruel, as if she had become a completely different person.

But he knew it wasn't her.

His brother knew too.

They were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little, and should have been a match made in heaven.

Their backgrounds are well-matched. She possesses a burning passion and is gentle and lovely.

One wrong step can lead to a series of wrong steps.

Now, they are separated by life and death.

Upon hearing this, Liu Fengchun's expression changed drastically.

"General Feng's beloved is Princess Jing... Doesn't that mean Ruxu's loose tongue has harmed him...?"

He recalled that after Feng Zhuo heard the news of Princess Jing's death, he rushed to Military Advisor Yan's tent.

That was the original reason.

"This is truly... a terrible thing."

He's really driven crazy by his younger sister.

Feng Zhuo could have lived a few more years, but then he heard this devastating news from his sister.

He had heard before that General Feng was in love with Princess Jing, but the two seemed to have broken up later.

Unexpectedly, the rumor of a break was false.

The young general, as fiery as a raging fire, found it truly difficult to bear the news of Princess Mirror's death.

It really is true that loose lips sink ships.

The Liu family is really unlucky!

Imperial physicians and military doctors are both high-risk professions. They have always been cautious in their words and deeds. They never expected that a single sentence from his sister would cause such a big disaster.

This young general is the apple of the eye of the Marquis of Zhenbei's family...

"Our Liu family can only offer Ruxu as a token of our willingness to pay for the young general's life."

Liu Fengchun's voice was low, filled with deep remorse.

"There's no way to save him. Grandpa said when he saved the young general that his heart is very fragile now. After all, that sword was aimed at taking his life; it stabbed so fiercely, so accurately, so deeply..."

He picked up his medicine box and bowed deeply to Feng Zhuo.

"If the Celestial Physician Weaver were here, perhaps he could prolong her life, but I am powerless to do so."

"I must go change the bandages for Prince Beichen, so I'll take my leave now. General, please accept my condolences!"

Feng Yi remained silent.

He simply covered his face and sat next to his younger brother.

Tears slipped through her fingers.

The tears fell to the ground like scattered pearls.

At that moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the sky.

The sound was neither like thunder nor howling wind, but rather like some enormous creature passing through the clouds.

"General!"

Someone lifted the tent flap and hurriedly reported.

"A celestial vessel from beyond the heavens is traversing the northern airspace, bound for the Jade Capital; it is a celestial vessel from Kunlun Ruins!"

Feng Yi raised his head.

He gazed at the deep night sky outside the tent.

Fairy Boat?

Kunlun Ruins?

so what?

He lowered his head and continued to stare at the pale face on the bed.

The red dress still lay there quietly, like a fire that could never be rekindled.

Outside the tent, a celestial boat sailed by, stirring up clouds across the sky.

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the boy's bloodless face.

They seem to be completely unrelated.