The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Weaving Moon, no objection."

Xingyu's voice rang out, light and ethereal, yet possessing the power of the deep sea.

That power was deep and steady, like an ancient reef, unmoved by wind and waves.

Tang Xixue glanced sideways at her brother beside her.

Xingyu winked at her.

Those eyes clearly said, "Of course Zhiyue will support her brother, my sister's royal brother."

Moreover, Xingyu hates the Heavenly Dao Apostles who harmed his sister the most.

He wished he could personally grind those evil spirits in human skin, those madmen who committed murder in the name of Heaven's Way, to dust and ashes.

Tang Xixue couldn't help but smile.

Little Star is very perceptive.

"The other side, no objection."

"Lian Ge, no objection."

One voice after another rang out, and one imperial seal after another fell to the ground.

I originally thought that no one would pay attention to this alliance and that it would take a lot of persuasion to get it passed.

Surprisingly, more than half of them agreed.

Songjun returned carrying the scroll, her steps light and her face showing a hint of joy.

He Lichen took the scroll and glanced at the crimson imperial seal that had fallen onto it.

It has already exceeded half.

"The First Covenant."

"pass."

As those two words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire hall relaxed.

But Tang Xixue knew that this was just the beginning.

Next, each country proposed an alliance, and the leaders of each country spoke first, and the countries discussed it together.

Some people mentioned territory, some mentioned trade, some mentioned offense and defense, and some mentioned people's livelihood.

For a time, the nine seats were filled with lively back-and-forth exchanges, a veritable battle of wits.

At the same time, they also discussed cooperation among nations and the exchange of resources.

"Beichen is willing to open its northern borders and exchange goods with other countries. Tariffs will be lighter and roads wider."

Tang Xiye's voice rang out, majestic and composed.

What are your thoughts, gentlemen?

His gaze swept across the nine seats, unhurried, awaiting a response.

Tang Xixue looked at him, a touch of tenderness rising in her heart.

Her imperial brother was just that good.

Even when feeling down or heartbroken, they never forget to work for the well-being of all people.

In the imperial court, he was a majestic emperor, establishing his rule over the country.

On the battlefield, he was an invincible war god, unstoppable in his path.

But in her eyes, he was just her imperial brother.

He is the person she has loved and cared for since she was a child.

It's someone who will pat her head when she's sad, someone who will hold her hand when she's scared, and someone who will feel more pain than she does when she's hurt.

She gazed at the figure in the white robe with gold patterns, her eyes sparkling like a galaxy.

In that galaxy, there is her imperial brother.

From my youth to now.

From the past to the future.

"Zhiyue lives in a remote corner of the sea and is most familiar with the advantages of waterways."

When Xingyu spoke, his voice carried the gentle, melodious quality unique to the sea creatures, like the tide gently kissing the beach, or like moonlight falling on the sea.

"Zhiyue is willing to open its harbor for merchant ships from all nations to dock and resupply. The sea route is treacherous, but with Zhiyue's guidance, safety can be assured."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the nine seats, unhurried and deliberate.

"We offer our pearls, corals, and silk brocade for fair trade with all nations. We will exchange goods for goods, so that each can obtain what they need."

Tang Xixue nodded inwardly as she listened to Xingyu's words.

Little Star is indeed reliable when it comes to doing serious work.

With him assisting in governing, she, the Empress, indeed doesn't need to worry too much.

However, she must hold onto his heart tightly, otherwise how can she ensure that he will be of use to her?

But how can I win my brother's heart?

I'm not sure what he likes, so I'll observe him further.

"Canglan controls the vital passage to the East China Sea, and is willing to work with Zhiyue to protect the navigation route."

The voice of Emperor Canglan rang out, and his fingertips gently tapped the table.

"The Canglan River is rich in fish, and we are willing to exchange goods with inland countries."

Kong Sangyu sat to the side, holding a small white cat in her arms.

At that moment, the little white cat kept trying to run away, but he calmed it down.

He originally didn't want to come to Shanheque, but after learning that Sang Tingke was seriously injured and was suspected to have disappeared near Shanheque, he came in person.

"Canglan and our Zhiyue are both maritime kingdoms, and we should still have a lot of exchanges in the future."

Tang Xixue listened attentively and silently took notes.

She must keep all of this in her heart; every word and phrase will form the foundation for her future.

"Yes, we Zhiyue often have marriage alliances with Canglan. You can see that they also have a lot of sea people blood."

Xingyu whispered to her that he was seriously selecting three thousand beauties and seventy-two concubines for his sister's harem.

"The most talented person in the Canglan Empire right now is the Crown Prince of Kongsang. He is born with the ability to communicate with all spirits."

"Everyone underestimated him."

"I didn't underestimate his ruthlessness."

Tang Xixue stroked Yin Kong in her arms.

For some reason, the little white cat suddenly became restless.

She squirmed in her arms, trying to run towards Kong Sangyu.

"I am your owner, don't run around."

"Meow~"

Yin Kong called out, his voice filled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Those round eyes remained fixed on Kong Sangyu's direction, without blinking.

It seemed to smell the scent of its own kind.

It and its brother accidentally fell into the lower realm through a spacetime rift.

I originally thought my younger brother was lost and would never be found again.

It seems to be right here now.

"Yun Chuan is in the northern border region. It's cold, but the food is good."

The voice of Qi Si, the regent of the Yun Chuan Empire, rang out, his tone as firm as the cold wind of the northern border.

"Furs, warhorses, iron ore—Yun Chuan has all the goods to offer."

There was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"A hundred warhorses and a thousand hides every year, iron ore... not for sale, but can be traded. Trade for grain, cloth, or salt."

He glanced down at his quiet son, Pei Yanchuan, who was never one to smile, and now seemed broken.

Qi Wang gently stroked Pei Yanchuan's thin shoulder, as if afraid of disturbing the still-damp tear stains on his shoulder.

"Ying Lin, don't be sad."

He offered words of comfort in a low voice, deep and resonant, as if a resolute confidence emanated from the depths of his chest.

"I, as your elder brother, will avenge my younger brother and sister-in-law."

"Your 'Ode to the Mirror Moon' is so powerful that every word pierces the clouds and every sentence thunders. It vindicates Princess Mirror and creates a biography for the Heavenly Physician of Weaving Fate."

"Now, it has spread throughout the nine provinces, and everyone knows it and recites it."

Qi Wang's voice gradually faded, yet it was as heavy as a drumbeat.

"Countless believers held the scroll and wept blood, crying out for the Heavenly Physician Weaver; countless people burned incense and prayed to Heaven, wishing they could suffer the torment of being burned in her place."

"With everyone united in their efforts, cults can no longer easily deceive people's hearts, and those lies that claim to be based on divine will are being peeled away inch by inch."

He looked at Pei Yanchuan, his eyes shining.

"Even more chivalrous men, after reading the long poem, slammed their fists on the table and rose up. They came from all directions to form the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, vowing to repay blood with blood."

"Ying Lin, your pen is worth more than a thousand troops."

Young Master Yinglin, the foremost figure in the literary world of the Nine Provinces, can stir up storms with every stroke of his pen.

He had never carried a sword in his life, yet for her, he used ink as his blade to contend with the world.

That sharpness, hidden at the tip of the pen, is enough to pierce through all the injustices in the world.

"Your Highness, she is the best Your Highness..."

Pei Yanchuan's voice trembled slightly, but his back remained ramrod straight.

The bookish young man, seemingly fragile as a delicate flower, is in his heart like an unyielding bamboo.

"She brushed away the wind and snow, but she was buried in the fire of heaven."

He paused, then clenched his fist.

"As long as I live, I will not let anyone defile her in the slightest."

"A pearl should not be covered in dust, and its pure radiance will surely illuminate the world. Her good deeds should be known to all."

"Across the Nine Provinces, the lights of countless Moon Weaving Courts are illuminated by her."

"I misunderstood her before."

Qi Wang lowered his eyes, his voice low, as if rising from a very deep place.

Yet, I still can't forget the stunning sword strike Tang Xixue delivered during the sacrificial ceremony.

The moment the sword light appeared, it seemed as if the world itself paled in comparison.

The sword was so fast that even he, who lived by the sword, could barely see its trajectory.

pity.

I will never have the chance to fight her again in this lifetime.

This was one of the greatest regrets of his life.

He suddenly raised his hand and pressed it to his chest.

It felt stuffy there, like something was pressing down on it. It didn't hurt, but it was incredibly uncomfortable.

Oops.

He must have been infected by his brother's love-struck mind.