The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Liu Fengchun swallowed hard, lowered his head, and became even more respectful.

"Your Highness, please calm down."

His voice was strained, but he tried hard to keep it steady.

"My younger sister is ignorant of the rules and has been punished according to military regulations. As for whether she will live or die... that depends on General Feng's decision."

As he said this, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it deeply.

The first thing imperial physicians learn upon entering the profession is never medical skills, but rather how to keep quiet.

His sister has committed a grave offense by leaking the conversation between the Prince of Beichen and Military Advisor Yan.

Not to mention that this also implicated General Feng, almost causing a death.

He wanted to protect her.

But what can he use to guarantee it?

The lives of over a hundred members of the Liu family are hanging by a thread.

If he protects his own, he will drag his entire clan down with him.

he can not.

Suddenly the curtain was lifted, and the night wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed in.

Feng Yi strode in, his gaze sweeping across the tent before finally settling on Liu Fengchun.

"Dr. Liu."

"Go and check on my brother again. I have other plans for Prince Beichen."

Liu Fengchun's heart skipped a beat.

Is this... about to reveal the true intentions?

Is the ultimate showdown between the Tangxi royal family and the Beichen family finally about to unfold in this Northern Frontier camp?

He dared not think too much, nor dared to ask too many questions.

"Yes."

Liu Fengchun stood up, picked up his medicine box, and moved with lightning speed.

They run incredibly fast.

That silhouette looked as if a demon was chasing it.

What's interesting to see in Fengzhuo?

Check if it's completely cooled down yet.

His mind was racing, but he didn't dare slow down at all.

Liu Fengchun hugged the medicine box tightly and rushed forward with his head down.

He didn't want to stay in the northern frontier for even a moment longer.

They're all a bunch of jinxes!

"Heh, look how scared Brother Feng is."

Tang Xixue peeked out from behind Feng Yi, the veil of her hat swaying gently.

She bypassed the vigilant Qian Su and walked lightly to Bei Chen Ji's couch, where she sat down beside him.

"I thought we were going to do something bad to the young prince."

The voice was soft and pleasant, without any deliberate attempt to conceal it, and it entered the tent openly and honestly.

Bei Chenji froze.

He had been leaning there, exuding a sinister and malevolent aura, his purple eyes swirling with a madness that seemed to want to be buried with the world.

Love and hate are nothing more than this.

But the moment that sound entered my ears...

He hurriedly looked down and glanced at himself.

I subconsciously wanted to straighten my clothes.

No crown.

There is no formal attire.

He looked like a half-dead, damp ghost, with messy long hair and a face as pale as paper.

He was completely devastated.

"Xue'er..."

He opened his mouth, but his voice was dry.

"You turn around first."

He immediately gave Qian Su a meaningful look, and he gave it to her again and again, but Qian Su stood there, looking completely bewildered.

"Fetch me a basin of water so I can wash my face."

Bei Chenji practically spat out those words through gritted teeth.

He was amazed by the stupidity of his subordinates.

Qian Su then seemed to wake up from a dream, quickly fetched water, wrung out a handkerchief, and came over to wipe her master's face.

While wiping, he secretly glanced at Tang Xixue, his eyes looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Princess Mirror isn't...isn't that one?

He dared not ask, and could only scrub vigorously, wishing he could polish his prince's face until it was shiny.

He Lichen stood guard outside the tent and did not come in.

The night wind ruffled his moon-white robe, making it rustle.

He took the intelligence from Song Jun and glanced at it with his eyes down.

Bei Chenji's actions these days have all been aimed at drawing the hatred of the cult onto himself.

He had no intention of living.

He Lichen raised her eyes and glanced at the slender figure inside the tent through the gap in the curtain.

He hadn't seen the situation clearly before, and thought Bei Chenji was an enemy.

Now...

He gently shook his head.

Well, they're still enemies.

Rival in love.

He put away the intelligence, stood with his hands behind his back, and didn't look inside anymore.

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered.

Tang Xixue sat on the edge of the couch, leaning slightly forward, her voice clear and melodious like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"Young Imperial Uncle, please take off your clothes so I can take a look at your injury."

Bei Chenji paused in his movements.

He looked up at the girl so close to him.

That sound, that breath.

It's not a hallucination.

She really is here.

She was sitting right next to him, alive and well.

It wasn't a dream he had before he died, nor was it a phantom that appeared when he tossed and turned at night.

is her.

"Little Xue'er..."

He called out again, his voice low and soft, carrying a hint of grievance that he himself was unaware of.

It's like someone you've been waiting for for so long, someone you've finally met.

Thank you for your trouble.

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if it had been chilled by the night wind.

He leaned there, wearing a deep purple robe, the purple as thick and rich as the most precious velvet, or like the petals of a nightingale, so elegant and luxurious that it seemed completely out of place in this simple military tent.

He lowered his eyes to avoid her gaze, his slender fingers untying the sash of his crimson robe.

His outer robe slipped off and piled up beside the couch.

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on his strong, muscular back, outlining smooth yet sharp lines.

The crisscrossing scars, as if etched, did not diminish his fierce wildness in the slightest.

On the contrary, it's like the blood groove on an ancient sword; the more mottled it is, the sharper it becomes.

He turned around, leaving his back to her.

The worst wound was below the shoulder blade.

The skin and flesh were rolled up, with an abnormal bluish-black hue, and ice crystals were faintly gathered at the edges. A faint mist seeped from the depths of the wound.

Tiny black lines spread outwards, like spider webs or tree roots, slowly eroding his flesh.

Tang Xixue's gaze sharpened slightly.

"The night is cold."

Her voice was incredibly firm.

"The poison of the night is characterized by coldness. The black blood is icy cold, as if one has fallen into the deepest abyss."

"The antidote is a green vine. Chop it up and soak it in a medicinal bath to counteract the effect. Send someone to fetch it; the Northern Frontier camp should have this medicine."

She spoke calmly, but a strange feeling stirred within her.

When this poison takes effect, it feels like thousands of ants gnawing at your bones. A chill seeps into your bloodstream from the wound, and every inch of your bones and blood feels as if it has been scraped by an ice blade.

Ordinary people who are poisoned by this poison will be writhing and groaning in pain, wishing they could faint and die for a moment of relief.

But Bei Chenji just sat there quietly, letting her examine his wounds without even frowning.

She was deep in thought about how to detoxify herself when she caught a glimpse of his movements out of the corner of her eye.

While she wasn't looking at him, he secretly grabbed a comb and quickly tidied his loose, messy, waist-length hair.

The movement was quick and light, as if afraid of being discovered.

Tangxi Xue was speechless for a moment.

The heavy mood I had just felt was completely shattered by this scene.

"I'll go get the medicine."

Feng Yi spoke at the opportune moment, then turned and left. He needed to retrieve it personally to ensure that the medicine would actually reach Bei Chenji and not be accidentally lost.

Qian Su stood to the side and couldn't help but mutter:

"That military doctor Liu is indeed a quack."

They couldn't even figure out what kind of poison his prince had been poisoned with, unlike Princess Jing who could see through it at a glance.