The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Once Tang Xixue's gaze fell upon it, she couldn't look away.

He has too many scars on his body.

Intersecting, varying in depth.

They intertwined, overlapped, and covered the young body.

The mark on the chest is the most striking.

Make a diagonal cut below the collarbone, pointing directly at the heart.

That was a fatal blow, aimed at taking his life.

Even after healing, the scar remains grotesque, like an indelible mark.

She reached out her hand.

My fingertips gently touched the scar.

"Does it still hurt when you burn it?"

The moment his fingertips touched her skin, Feng Zhuo froze.

He felt a thin electric current coursing through his body from his heart to his limbs, a tingling, numb sensation, as if something had exploded inside him.

He tried to speak, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

The heat spread from my heart, exploding into a red cloud all over my body.

"Ah Xue, don't, don't touch me..."

He lowered his head, his eyelashes obscuring his eyes, and his voice was muffled, as if squeezed from deep in his throat.

"They're so ugly."

Her fingertips did not move away.

Instead, I gently traced the lines of that scar.

From beginning to end, from shallow to deep, little by little, it's like reading a book filled with his story.

"Silly Burning".

Her voice was soft and sweet, like melting honey, seeping into his heart little by little.

"These aren't scars at all."

She paused, then gently touched the longest scar on his heart with her fingertip.

"These are the medals that time has bestowed upon you."

Her gaze fell on his face, her eyes filled with tenderness, not disgust.

The heartache was so intense, as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

"Each one is inscribed with—For Ah Xue."

She curved her lips into a smile, her voice as soft as a petal falling into his heart.

Feng Zhuo looked at her, his eyes reddening again.

The redness spread from the depths of his eyes, like the rising tide of spring water, overflowing little by little.

He wanted to say something, to say that he wasn't in pain, that it was all worth it, that he would be willing to endure any number of scars for her sake.

But he couldn't say anything.

He simply reached out and gently grasped the hand that was resting on his heart.

My palms are burning hot.

Fingertips trembled slightly.

A thousand words are contained in that one handshake.

Tang Xixue took out the golden needle.

The needle was as fine as a cow's hair, gleaming faintly in the candlelight. She twirled the fine light between her fingertips and placed it on the acupoint on his chest.

One stitch, two stitches, three stitches.

Her movements were extremely light and steady. The candlelight fell on her lowered eyes, casting a gentle, warm glow.

The warm color was soft and gentle, just like her heart at that moment.

He's worked way too hard these past few years.

Every scar tells a story, and every desperate act was for her.

Those crisscrossing marks were love letters he wrote to her, each word written in blood.

How could she not love a boy like that?

How can I not pity them?

After the acupuncture was completed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she reached out and ruffled the top of his head.

The movements were extremely light and gentle, as if soothing a frightened little animal.

His hair was soft, slipping through her fingers, carrying the unique, cool scent of a young man.

Feng Zhuo was slightly taken aback.

Before I could react, I saw her bend down.

A warm breath brushed past her ear, her voice as soft as the first gentle breeze of spring:

"Then take good care of yourself, Ranzhi, and wait for me to marry you."

She paused, then smiled.

"The token of our love has already been burned."

"boom--"

Feng Zhuo felt as if something had exploded in his mind.

Blank.

I can't hear any sound, and I can't see anything clearly.

All I could see was her smile, all I could hear were her words, and all I could think of was that one sentence:

"Wait for me to marry you."

"I will marry you."

What did she say?

She said she wanted to marry him?

His face flushed instantly, turning a deep red as if it were about to bleed.

He wanted to speak.

But he couldn't say anything.

He just stared at her blankly, his eyes wet, like a startled puppy.

He looked so silly, so innocent, and it made you want to tease him again.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the tent.

This was followed by a low but anxious voice:

"General, things aren't looking good with Prince Beichen."

The subordinate who delivered the message knelt on one knee outside the curtain, his voice strained.

"The traitor's stab to his back was coated with deadly poison. He's been coughing up blood constantly, and Dr. Liu has tried many methods, but nothing has stopped it..."

Feng Yi's gaze sharpened.

"Should we send someone to escort Prince Beichen back to Baiyujing overnight?"

The subordinate paused, his tone revealing deep worry.

"If the last surviving member of the Beichen clan dies in our Northern Frontier camp... we really can't explain it."

The candlelight inside the tent flickered slightly, reflecting Feng Yi's furrowed brows.

He naturally understood the weight of those words.

It is common knowledge that the Prince of Beichen and the Emperor Shengchen are sworn enemies.

The Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion is a staunch royalist, and he and Yan Ci are Tang Xiye's confidants.

If Bei Chenji really dies here, how could those loyal former members of the Bei Chen clan, those die-hard loyalists in the battle hall who fanatically followed that tyrant, let it go?

A single act of provocation can lead to catastrophic disaster.

Upon hearing this, Tang Xixue paused slightly in her movements.

"Is the young imperial uncle here too?"

She looked up and remembered that Wen Song had mentioned that Bei Chenji had been ambushed while investigating spies.

I originally thought he was recuperating in Baiyujing and was planning to visit him after returning to the capital, but I never expected that he would also be in the northern frontier.

"Take me to see it."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

As she turned around, she looked at the boy on the bed.

Feng Zhuo was putting on his clothes, his dark hair slightly disheveled, which made his pale face even more pitiful.

He sat there obediently, like a little dog waiting to be patted on the head by its owner.

She bent down and handed Feng Yi a written prescription.

"Ranzhi, remember to take your medicine obediently."

The voice was soft, with a hint of coaxing a child.

Feng Zhuo looked up at her, his eyes sparkling, and he was incredibly obedient.

"Okay. I'll do whatever Ah Xue says."

Tang Xixue curved her lips into a smile and placed a very light kiss on his forehead.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it touches the surface and then immediately departs.

But Feng Zhuo felt as if countless fireworks exploded in his mind in that instant, a dazzling display that made him dizzy.

By the time he came to his senses, the figure wearing a veiled hat had already emerged from behind the curtain, carried by the wind.

He sat blankly on the tatami mat, raising his hand to touch the spot where he had been kissed.

He gave a silly smile.

then.

He collapsed onto the couch, grabbed the blanket, and rolled around.

Scroll from left to right, and from right to left.

He rolled around on the bed.

Fortunately, the Heart of Azure Snow had repaired his broken heart; otherwise, he would probably have fainted again from excitement.

He Lichen stood in the tent, watching the "red ball" rolling around on the bed, her eyebrows slightly raised.

It looked just like a puppy that had gotten a bone, running around happily on the ground.

He gently shook his head, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

This little dog is a good way to keep Zhizhi entertained.

At least, loyalty and purity are things you can see right through.

The curtains were lifted and then lowered again.

The wind seemed to turn back at some unknown time.

He immediately spotted his younger brother rolling around happily on the bed, rushed over in three steps, and grabbed the red-clad figure.

"Stop rolling around! Stop rolling around! Everyone's gone. Look what you've done to my bed!"

Feng Zhuo was held down, but he was still grinning foolishly.

The smile overflowed from the corners of his lips, impossible to hide. His eyes sparkled, as if filled with starlight, and the upward curve of his lips was impossible to suppress.

"Big brother, Xue said she wants to marry me."

His voice was ethereal, as if he were walking on clouds.

"She said she wanted to marry me..."

He repeated it again, as if confirming something.

Feng Yi looked at him like this, and her Adam's apple bobbed.

I want to say something, I want to scold him, I want to tell him he's a good-for-nothing.

But he found himself unable to speak.

He turned his head and quickly wiped his eyes.

I didn't let my younger brother see it.

Outside the tent, the night wind howled.

Inside the tent, the candlelight was warm.

The red-clad figure finally quieted down, lying obediently on the couch, hugging the quilt, and grinning foolishly at the top of the tent.

"She said she wanted to marry me..."

He read it softly, over and over again.

It was as if she was reciting the most beautiful love words she had ever heard in her life.