The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Feng Yi, as the General Who Guards the North, is a vast force covering the entire northern frontier battlefield.

Although he was usually unpretentious and had a gentle smile, his years of fighting had given him a truly formidable aura.

That was seeped from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a chilling aura etched into the very bones by thousands of battles.

Standing by the couch, even just gazing quietly, he exuded a sharpness reminiscent of someone who had fought on the battlefield.

That sharpness isn't directed at anyone; its very existence is enough to make ordinary people afraid to look directly at it.

Feng Zhuo had just woken up, and his consciousness was still somewhat hazy.

He was convinced of only one thing—his Ah Xue was a returned spirit, but she couldn't withstand the impact of his brother's malevolent aura.

"Brother, you...you step back a bit..."

He weakly raised his hand, trying to push Feng Yi back.

The movements were both hurried and protective, like a puppy guarding its food. Even though it was still lying on the tatami mat, it was only thinking about protecting the person next to it.

"Pfft."

Tang Xixue was amused by his appearance, her eyebrows curving like a new moon emerging from the clouds.

"Didn't A-Zhuo have something to say to me? Say it now."

Feng Zhuo looked up at her; her eyes were still red and teary, like a little animal drenched in rain.

He took a deep breath and spoke each word with utmost seriousness.

"Ah, Ah Xue... please, please marry me!"

His voice trembled slightly, but every word was clear.

"I...I've prepared my dowry..."

Tang Xixue was slightly taken aback.

Her anger was not arrogant or awkward today?

So frank?

"OK?"

He held her hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.

His wet eyes looked at her pitifully, as if begging her to take him home.

This—who can withstand this?!

Tang Xixue felt as if something had struck her heart hard.

Soft and warm, like the spring sunshine shining into my heart.

"it is good."

She responded softly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chilling gaze from behind, as if it wanted to cut Feng Zhuo to pieces on the spot.

But she still nodded.

"Ahhh! Really? Ah Xue promised me, brother! Brother!!! Did you hear me?"

Upon hearing this, the boy on the bed's teary eyes instantly lit up.

The light was so bright, it was as if I had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

But the light only shone for a moment before dimming again.

"But...we're in the underworld now, so we won't need those dowry items, right?"

His eyes dimmed, like butterfly wings dampened by rain, too heavy to take flight.

Suddenly remembering something, he turned to look at Feng Yi, his expression as serious as a child making his final arrangements.

"Brother, please burn it for us. We, a ghost couple, can't use things from the mortal world."

He paused, then added:

"Brother, you can keep your own dowry. You don't need to give it to us."

Feng Yi's lips twitched. She held back for a while, but finally couldn't help but reach out and cover her younger brother's mouth.

Wake up!

His voice was low, but it carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Sister Xue is still alive, so don't curse her. Who wants to be your ghostly husband and wife in the underworld?"

What do you mean by his own dowry?

What does it mean that he paid extra for it?

Does he, a dignified General of the North, seem like someone who lacks a dowry?

"Let go! You've squeezed her hand so hard it's red! How can you be so rough?"

Feng Yi released his hand, glanced at the clasped hands by the bed, and couldn't help but frown.

Feng Zhuo looked down.

The hand he was holding was indeed red.

He hurriedly wanted to loosen his grip, but couldn't bear to.

The fingertips curled up in his palm, like a small animal's tail gently brushing against it.

Just then, Tang Xixue raised her hand and took off her veil.

The moment the gauze curtain slipped down, the face I had been longing for came into view.

Her eyes, sparkling like a galaxy, were gently blinking at him.

"I'm not so easily defeated by fate."

She curved her lips into a smile, a smile that held a hint of mischief and playfulness.

"But you seem a bit weak."

Feng Zhuo's face flushed red.

The blush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, as if someone had just pointed out something fatal.

"Ah Xue, I'm not afraid!"

He spoke hastily, his voice rising a half tone.

"I...I'm really not scared at all!"

He just has a heart condition, that's really not a problem!

The boy's eyes reddened with anxiety, as if he had been wronged terribly.

"Ah Xue, I... I can take on ten enemies in one battle without even breaking a sweat!"

He hurriedly tried to explain, but then, as if remembering something, his voice suddenly weakened.

"It's just... I get breathless as soon as I see you."

He was stunned after he finished speaking.

This sounds even more wrong.

"Ah Xue, my heart may be broken, but everything else is fine!"

He tried again to explain.

"No, that's not what I meant... I meant..."

He became increasingly incoherent, and finally gave up on himself.

"You'll see once you try!"

"What are you trying?!"

Feng Yi coughed suddenly, almost choking on his own saliva.

"A-Zhuo!"

His voice even changed tone.

"...Shut up."

"The Imperial Advisor is still alive; you must not be so reckless!"

He glared at his younger brother, but the tips of his ears turned red.

That silly boy, he can't keep his mouth shut, he just blurts out whatever comes to mind.

Don't they even look at who's standing next to them?

He Lichen stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white robe exuding an ethereal aura.

He said nothing, simply watching the scene unfold.

That gaze seemed to see right through a person's bones.

"Sister Xue, I borrowed a medicine box from Doctor Liu. See if you need anything else."

Feng Yi opened the medicine box and quickly changed the subject.

He could sense that the Grand Preceptor was standing there, exuding a dangerous aura.

If that fool continues talking, he might get stabbed on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhuo finally noticed the figure in moon-white.

His gaze met those deep, unfathomable eyes, and his handsome face flushed crimson to the roots of his ears.

Did the Imperial Advisor overhear everything that was said just now?

He felt a sense of social humiliation, as if he had spoken of intimate matters and marital secrets in front of his superiors.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and she silently released Tang Xixue's hand.

Then, little by little, he pulled the blanket up to cover his head.

He curled up into a ball, with only a few strands of his dark hair showing.

The quilt's bulge, like a small hill, trembled slightly.

He Lichen looked at the small mountain of flesh in the blanket and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Where is that passionate young man from just now?

Is that not enough?

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

The little dog is nothing to fear.

"Hmm, let me see."

Tang Xixue looked down at the contents of the medicine box, her fingertips brushing against the bottles and jars.

His eyes brightened slightly.

Surprisingly, this place has a complete set of supplies: silver needles, wound medicine, and hemostatic powder—everything you could need.

The items were arranged neatly, which shows that the seller is a reliable industry peer.

"Brother Feng, which Dr. Liu is this?"

She asked it casually.

Feng Yi's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at her and replied:

"Liu Fengchun".

"The willows are dark, but the flowers are bright; spring has arrived. It turns out to be the young master of the Liu family, whose medical skills are superb."

Tang Xixue nodded and arranged the silver needles one by one.

The silver needles were as fine as cow hair, gleaming with a faint, cold light under the candlelight.

She turned around.

Then he froze.

Feng Zhuo had already taken off her shirt.

He lay naked on the couch, the candlelight flickering on his young body.

The boy was slender but not thin, with a sharp collarbone, smooth chest lines, and skin that glowed with a healthy honey color in the candlelight.

He gazed at her, his eyes filled with shyness and timidity, like a budding flower.

He even turned his face slightly to her side, revealing his long neck and slightly bobbing Adam's apple.

Tang Xixue's hand holding the silver needle froze in mid-air.

She was momentarily dazed.

Was I there to give him acupuncture, or to pick flowers?