The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Tang Xixue looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

Only a smile lingered within, bright and clear, like the shards of light that shimmered when new snow melted under the moon, both crisp and dazzling.

"Zhizhi has been caught, so... what does Brother Xuanyin intend to do to Zhizhi?"

"It's so hard to guess..."

Her voice was light and airy, like willow catkins brushing against the water's surface, soft and boneless.

"Your Majesty's current behavior... doesn't seem like how you treat your sister. It's against propriety."

She blinked her innocent eyes.

Tang Xiye's eyes suddenly deepened.

The hand that was pinching Tang Xixue's waist, the fingertips sinking into that soft, slender waist.

It trembled slightly, as if it had been burned by something.

"Hmm."

Tang Xixue called out softly, and a crimson carp suddenly swam past her eyes, its tail swaying and creating ripples that touched the softest part of one's heart.

"Brother...you're really fierce..."

Tang Xiye remained silent.

His gaze held the turbulent darkness of the night sky.

At this moment, he was like the oppressive sky before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

Dark clouds piled up, and a torrential downpour was imminent.

Time seemed to stretch out, and every breath was clearly countable.

"What? Didn't you say, Your Majesty—Zhizhi will always be your sister?"

She looked at him with a smile, clearly confined within a small space by Tang Xiye, yet seemingly the one in control of the whole situation.

It appears that he is holding her close.

In reality, she had captured his heart.

"What kind of older brother... would hold his younger sister so tightly?"

Tang Xixue could sense that Tang Xiye's breathing rhythm had changed.

The scalding heat, carrying the agarwood incense he usually wore, brushed past her nose, carrying a certain restrained disorder.

"Then Zhizhi thinks—"

Tang Xiye finally spoke, her voice already somewhat hoarse.

"How should I treat my sister?"

His fingers slid down her chin, gently caressed her slender neck, and finally stopped on the smooth, white skin above her collarbone.

The warmth of her fingertips sent a shiver down Tang Xixue's spine.

"Is that so?"

Tang Xiye leaned down, his thin lips almost touching her earlobe, his breath hot, like a branding iron scalding her delicate skin.

"Or... should we just hold Zhizhi there, and slowly mold her into our bones? Hmm?"

"My dear, tell me."

"What kind of things does Zhizhi like the most?"

His handsome face was now flushed with an unnatural redness.

Within that red, burned a madness that was almost impossible to suppress.

"My favorite."

Tang Xixue's fingers gently touched his lips, making his heart race wildly.

"Of course... it's someone like Brother Xuan Yin."

"You like me? What a coincidence... I also like Zhizhi."

Tang Xiye's consciousness had begun to blur.

Waves of heat from the Drunken Immortal washed away the last vestiges of reason. The figure before my eyes swayed and swayed, but it was always that face etched in my heart.

"Zhizhi..."

His voice drifted over in a low murmur, like the strings of a harp being plucked in the dead of night, each syllable carrying a seductive tremor.

"Let me confirm this once more, this is not a dream."

"How will Your Majesty confirm this?"

Tangxi Xue asked.

Before she could finish speaking, Tangxi Ye had already bent down.

The next moment, he captured her lips.

The kiss came on strong and hot.

Like a sudden storm on a sweltering summer night.

It's a loss of control after being suppressed for too long.

Like a tsunami, it roared in.

It's extremely domineering, yet so incredibly soothing that it makes your legs go weak.

His lips pressed against hers with an irresistible force, like a whirlwind sweeping across a flower branch, engulfing everything.

The moment their lips touched, Tang Xiye tasted the unique, cool fragrance of crabapple blossoms that belonged only to her.

Its crispness was tinged with a sweet softness, like a raging fire that burned away his last remaining rationality.

He gripped the back of Tang Xixue's neck with one hand, lifting her slightly and forcing her to endure the predatory kiss.

"My sweet Zhizhi... is even sweeter than I imagined."

Tangxi kissed deeply and intensely that night.

It was as if all the longing, fear, and yearning of these past days had been melted into this one kiss.

"Well……"

Tang Xixue was caught off guard by the kiss, and all her gasps were swallowed up by him.

His kiss was hot, with a burning heat unique to passionate moments.

He pried open her lips and teeth, demanding her breath.

"Um……"

"Brother Xuan Yin..."

Tang Xixue tried her best to suppress the whimper that was about to spill out.

Tangxi Ye greedily seized her sweetness.

Low, panting breaths escaped from between her lips and teeth, like water droplets falling as snow melts, crisp and lingering.

"No more... Brother, I don't want it anymore..."

Tangxi Xue felt herself melting.

Starting from where their lips met, little by little, it turned into water, into mist, into a wisp of cloud that fell into his arms.

But the night in Tangxi did not stop.

Instead, the kiss deepened.

Ripples spread gently between the two, and the candlelight shattered on the surface of the pool into countless pieces of gold foil, like stars falling from the sky to earth.

"What? Didn't Huai Xian teach Zhi Zhi—how to breathe?"

"Then my elder brother will teach me personally."

Tangxi Ye reluctantly stepped back a little, breathing softly.

He was clearly not fully conscious, but he still couldn't forget to be jealous.

"My dear Zhizhi, do you know how long I've wanted to treat you like this?"

His fingertips gently traced the corner of her lips, with a hint of satisfied longing.

"Is this area... a little swollen from where I kissed you just now?"

Tang Xiye's voice was low, filled with satisfied indulgence.

Tang Xixue pursed her lips, tilted her head up to look at him, and the crimson at the corner of her eyes was strikingly beautiful:

"It's all my brother's fault...it hurts..."

When she looked at him with those bright, clear eyes, Tang Xiye felt as if her reason had been shattered once again.

He looked at her with deep eyes.

"It's all my fault."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, yet it carried a hint of laughter.

"So you weave it so that I..."

He lowered his head, his nose touching hers, their breaths mingling intimately.

"You should make it up to them properly."

The moment he finished speaking, he kissed her again.

He wanted to leave his mark on her, inside and out.

Tang Xixue's lips were surprisingly soft, like a begonia covered in the first snow, cool and delicate.

But beneath that coolness, there was clearly a scorching heat.

She was burning up and couldn't take it anymore.

"That's enough...brother..."

She turned her head away, trying to dodge, her voice so soft it was almost incoherent, carrying a hint of pleading.

Tang Xiye chuckled softly, the warmth of her laughter brushing against her ear.

"Is that enough?"

He pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze again.

"I've waited so long, only to have Zhizhi fall into my arms—how is that enough?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he covered her again.

Tangxi Snow melted inch by inch in his burning kiss.

Like the first rays of spring sunshine falling on the snow.

It proceeds at a steady pace, yet it cannot be stopped.

"Is Zhizhi cold?"

Tang Xi asked her at night, while holding her as they waded to the side. He reached out and turned the hot spring mechanism of the white jade pool, and the hot spring gushed into the bath.

Tangxi Xue did not answer.

She simply raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching his heart, then slowly sliding down half an inch.

There, my heart was pounding.

"cold?"

She curved her lips into a smile, tilted her head back, and leaned closer to him, her breath brushing against his chin.

"Brother Xuan Yin's heartbeat is so strong it's almost burning Zhi Zhi."

Tang Xixue's voice gently brushed against his heart.

"Zhizhi is just worried that if her brother's heart keeps beating like this..."

"What if it jumps out of my chest and lands in Zhizhi's hand?"

The heartbeat beneath those fingertips was getting heavier and faster with each beat.

Like the beating of drums, like thunder, like a thousand troops galloping in her palm.

Tang Xiye's eyes darkened, and he grasped her hand, pressing it against his heart.

"Is it hot?"

His voice was hoarse and alluring.

"I also feel it's hot."

He leaned down, close to her ear, and gently took her earlobe into his mouth.

"I've been this hot ever since I saw you."

"A single thought can stir up romantic feelings."

"They spy on my thoughts and disturb my emotions."

"Scorching my blood, melting my snow-bound heart."

With each word he spoke, his breath grew hotter, and his lips drew closer to his.

"Zhizhi..."

He called her name, his voice hoarse as if burned.

"How can you relieve my worries?"

Tangxi Xue did not answer.

She simply tilted her head back and gave him a light peck on the lips.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, or a swallow carrying mud in its beak.

Then she stepped back half an inch, looked at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling like a galaxy:

"Then, Zhizhi... would you like to put out your brother's fire?"

Put out the fire?

This was clearly adding fuel to the fire.

Tang Xiye's eyes suddenly deepened.

The next moment, he pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Zhizhi..."

His voice came from deep in his throat, with a barely suppressed urge to break down.

"Even my brother can go crazy..."

Before he could finish speaking, his reason completely collapsed.

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

This kiss was unrestrained and deep.

Tang Xixue did not dodge, but instead faced his surging night.

She raised her hand, wrapped it around his neck, pulled him closer, and responded to him tenderly.

"My brother has gone completely mad..."

She stepped back half an inch, raised her hand to cup his face, and gently stroked the corner of his reddened eyes with her thumb.

The touch was scalding hot, making her fingertips tremble.

"Is it because of Zhizhi?"

Her smile was so soft, the kind of softness that could melt your heart.

Tang Xiye didn't speak, she just looked at her.

What surged in those eyes was no longer dark clouds, but a raging fire.

"Then Zhizhi..."

She tiptoed and leaned close to his ear, her breath brushing against his burning earlobe.

"I want my brother to go even crazier."

The flame in Tang Xiye's eyes suddenly burst into a sea.

The drug blurred reason, softened boundaries, and allowed those emotions that had been suppressed for too long to finally dare to emerge.

"Zhizhi, do you know how much I love you?"

"I want to see you, yet I fear seeing you."

"I'm afraid that if I see you, I'll want to hug you, and once I hug you, I won't want to let go. If I let go, I'll go crazy."

Tang Xiye's kiss landed on her ear and left a kiss mark on her neck.

"I thought I could endure it for a lifetime."

"But I am the emperor, not a saint."

"I can no longer tolerate this."

"Zhizhi, you belong to me."

Tang Xixue was stunned by his words.

"Zhizhi..."

"Um?"

"You're so sweet... I want to swallow you whole."

Tangxi Ye's voice was deep and magnetic.

Tang Xixue blinked, tilted her head up, and leaned closer to him.

"Then—is Brother Xuan Yin willing to part with it?"

Her breath brushed against his lips, like a soft fuzz gently brushing against him, light and ticklish, tickling all the way to his heart.

Tangxi chuckled softly in the night.

That smile was so hot it made your heart tremble.

"How could I bear to part with it?"

His voice deepened, sinking into the night, sinking into her heart.

"What I want... is deeper than that."