The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Yan Ci stared at the receding figure, momentarily stunned.

The figure was so incredibly similar.

It was as if he almost blurted out that name.

His heart clenched suddenly.

For a moment, he thought time had turned back and the young prince was still there.

They would still be by their side, and would still call him "A-Ce" with a smile.

"Your Majesty, the Zhiyue Sea Kingdom is far away in the northwest Mirror Water Spirit Continent, separated by a vast sea, where storms are unpredictable and waves are towering. Information from that side has always been slow."

He withdrew his gaze, lowering his voice to a whisper that only the two of them could hear.

"I have ordered someone to investigate and expedite the process. We will know the outcome in a few days."

He paused, then looked up at Tang Xiye, a hint of caution and vigilance flashing in his eyes.

"Could this—be a trap set for you, using your beauty as bait?"

His tone carried the keen insight unique to a strategist, and the vigilance honed by years of military service.

"This person looks too much like His Highness, so much so that it arouses suspicion."

"Everyone knows that you dote on His Highness the most. For His Highness, you were willing to slaughter the entire Guixu Palace and raze the Tianxing Hall to the ground. Now, a figure that looks so similar has suddenly appeared. I'm afraid someone wants to use a substitute to attack you tonight."

"I was almost fooled, I almost thought..."

He didn't say anything more.

If they hadn't known that the young princess was no longer there, and if they hadn't witnessed the horrific scene of the heavenly fire, they would have all thought that it was her.

Tang Xiye did not speak immediately.

He slowly raised his hand and touched the sword, Weaving Night, at his waist.

The movements were extremely light and slow, yet they exuded a chilling aura and a boundless killing intent.

"Come on, please."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife.

"Anyone who dares to impersonate my Zhizhi, or dares to defile her—shall die."

Not far away, another gaze lingered on that figure for a long time.

Hua Rongshi stood still, motionless.

Like a peach tree frozen in place, not daring to sway even a single branch or leaf, for fear of disturbing the dream that had just been rediscovered.

His eyes were already red, as red as the bright peach blossoms on his fan.

He did not shout.

They didn't run away.

They didn't reveal her identity either.

He just stared at it quietly, as if gazing at a dream that had been lost and then found again.

It's like a precious jewel that you hold in your hands for fear of breaking, or that you keep in your mouth for fear of melting.

She almost died.

The Heavenly Fire Array, powerful enough to burn a city, was used by the Heavenly Punishment Hall to deal with her alone.

The fire raged, the flames were scorching, and she was all alone.

This shows how dangerous her situation was, and how much those people wanted to kill her.

His little snowflake barely escaped death.

He only needed to watch her carefully from afar.

A night breeze wafted by, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance.

The fragrance of plum blossoms.

It was a deliberate disguise she wore on her clothes, aloof and distant, keeping people at arm's length.

But that faint, almost ethereal fragrance could not escape his notice.

The fragrance of crabapple blossoms lingers in the air.

Light and delicate, like a crabapple blossom just beginning to bloom under the moon, or a clear morning after the rain.

That was the fragrance of her soul, her unique mark, a scent he would never forget, even if etched into the cycle of reincarnation.

He was the greatest painter in the world. Once he saw her figure, it was etched into his very bones and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

Even if she turned to ashes, he would still recognize her from among the dust.

He is also the top perfumer in Menghua, and once he has smelled it, he can remember all the fragrances in the world.

Besides, it was her fragrance, the fragrance that haunted his dreams day and night.

He has another way to confirm her identity.

All she had to do was touch him.

The peach blossom venom within him will tell him whether she is the one he longs for.

But he didn't move.

They did not approach.

He did not reach out.

Hidden dangers lurk everywhere, and eyes and ears are everywhere. Countless eyes, lurking in the shadows, are watching this grand event.

She's hiding herself very well now, her disguise is superb, she's even changed her aura.

He couldn't let her be exposed, he couldn't let her be put in any more danger.

Even the little white cat following behind her had been dyed into a tabby cat with blue spots, looking adorably silly.

Don't say.

They are so incredibly cute.

"My wife, you are truly beautiful."

He gazed at the figure carefully hiding, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

"Even from behind, she is so captivating..."

His previously tense face suddenly broke into a smile.

That smile was like a peach blossom in full bloom, so bright that it made the night seem a little brighter.

The east wind brings snow from the sky, kissing a withered peach tree awake.

Its blossoms are dazzling, as if awaiting the return of an old friend.

"Cousin! Cousin!"

The little peach blossom, who had been listless just moments before, instantly came to life and darted out with light steps to find Bei Chenji.

Their appearance was just like a butterfly frolicking among the flowers in spring, wishing it could flap its wings and fly to the heavens.

Today, the guards of Shanheque are personally overseen by the Prince of Beichen, so he naturally knows where his cousin is.

Hua Rongshi looked around, and seeing that no one was around, she leaned closer and whispered mysteriously:

"Cousin, I just saw my wife! She's so beautiful!"

When he said this, his eyes shone like two lamps, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"..."

Bei Chenji stared expressionlessly at his cousin, who was beaming with excitement.

Suddenly, I felt that the silent, stoic wooden figure from before was more pleasing to the eye; at least it was peaceful.

"roll."

"Okay!"

Hua Rongshi was not annoyed at all. She answered crisply and decisively, then turned and left. Her steps were three times lighter than when she came, as if she were carrying a bag of honey, unable to hide her joy.

"etc."

Bei Chenji suddenly spoke.

Hua Rongshi immediately stopped and turned to look at him, her face full of confusion.

Where is she?

Bei Chenji's tone was indifferent, as if he were asking a casual question.

He really didn't know where Tang Xixue was at that moment.

Hua Rongshi leaned closer, lowering her voice as if to share some earth-shattering secret:

"The one from the Moon Weaving Kingdom... the one beside the Sea Emperor."

"oh."

Bei Chenji nodded, his expression remaining cold and indifferent.

"Remember, don't tell anyone."

"Of course, I only told my cousin! I'm going to get ready now. I'll definitely wear my best clothes to stun my wife! I want her to hug and kiss me in her dreams."

Hua Rongshi stared at him for a couple of seconds, but couldn't see anything amiss, so she happily ran off again, leaving behind a trail of light footsteps.

"..."

Bei Chenji stood there, watching the carefree figure disappear into the night.

Even the purple snow sword at his waist couldn't resist drawing its sheath with a clang, wanting to cut him down.

A night breeze swept by, fluttering the hem of his crimson robe.

Then, he lowered his eyelashes.

He silently kept her news in his heart.

"The Kingdom of Weaving Moon?"

He didn't say much, but after leaving guards at Tang Xiye's place, he moved to a spot where he could see the Mirror Water Palace and stood guard with the Purple Snow Sword in his arms.

Her veil was still hidden close to her heart.

How can he not consider her presence as his companion, given that her scent lingers in his memory?

He looked down from his high vantage point, taking in the entirety of the Nine Palaces of Tianchen.

He saw her figure, her long dress flowing, walking on the path leading to the Mirror Water Palace through the snow-covered plum grove.

The night was hazy, and the lights were dim.

The moonlight tonight is so beautiful.

Tangxi Xue sent a message to Yin Kong at Jingye Xuelu.

At this moment, Chao Han and Mu Liang were in the Mirror Water Palace, facing each other with Yue Zhongtian.

Three handsome faces, identical in every way, were indistinguishable by candlelight.

"I sent you confidential reports, why haven't you replied to a single one?"

Yue Zhongtian asked.

"Because—we only want to avenge His Highness."

Chao Han answered calmly.

"We will not go back until our enemies are all dead."

"...Brother, you are truly loyal."

For a moment, Yue Zhongtian was at a loss for words.

The two brothers were ordered to find the young emperor. After searching for a long time, they finally found him, only to discover that the person before them was the young emperor.

But he still went with her.

"We didn't know that Your Highness was the young Emperor."

As Mu Liang spoke, her ears turned slightly red.

The triplets were betrothed to Her Majesty the Empress by the Moon Emperor from a young age.

He thought he was a traitor, that his heart had betrayed the Empress—because it already belonged to Princess Mirror.

After all the twists and turns, it turns out she is the same person.

"Ha...traitor."

Yue Zhongtian cursed.

Neither the morning chill nor the evening coolness could offer a response.

He betrayed them, but he didn't completely betray them.