The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The fire in the stove is warm, and the smoke from the kettle is light.

The tea mist floated like silk threads, swirling and entwining, like a veil woven from moonlight.

Tang Xixue leaned against the soft couch, holding Yin Kong and Bai Tang in her arms.

Two little white kittens nestled in her arms, their tails lazily crossed.

Her fingertips lightly and slowly stroked the soft down, her movements as gentle as the moonlight resting on the windowpane.

The little white cat squinted its eyes, purring softly, clearly enjoying the tranquility of the room.

She walked in lightly in the drizzle, her skirt brushing the ground without making a sound.

She stopped beside the couch, bowed slightly, and lowered her voice as if afraid of disturbing the silence of the room: "Your Highness, Physician Zheyue has arrived."

"They said someone invited him to come and treat patients. Should we invite him in?"

Tang Xixue paused slightly as she stroked the cat, her fingertips sinking into the soft fur.

"Si Xing Zhe Yue?" She frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Wasn't he sick?"

She sat up straight, and Yin Kong let out a dissatisfied cry, then snuggled its little head into her arms again, finding a more comfortable spot to settle down.

Tangxi Xue let it be, only glancing at Wei Yu with a hint of confusion in her peach blossom eyes.

"Who can persuade that powerful figure to come?"

That sickly beauty was always very delicate; she would frown even if the wind blew by.

I heard that he fell ill and has been bedridden ever since.

It's quite rare to see someone arrive under the stars and moon, braving the snow.

Wei Yu shook her head, a hint of confusion in her expression: "This servant does not know."

"He didn't look well; he looked like he was traveling while ill."

"Should we invite him in?"

Tang Xixue lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, her fingertips twirling around the tip of Yin Kong's tail.

"That's enough."

She finally spoke, her voice languid, like silk softened by a fire.

"Since he's already here, please let him in."

"I'll show it to him later."

She found it somewhat amusing herself when she said it.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell who was treating whom.

Wei Yu's lips curled up slightly, then she suppressed it and respectfully replied, "Yes, this servant will go and invite her right away."

She turned and walked out, her steps as light as a breeze, the hem of her skirt rustling softly, and she quickly disappeared into the night outside the door.

"When His Highness is not here, Jingye Xuelu is as quiet and deserted as a haunted house."

"The corridor was deserted, frost had accumulated on the eaves, and even the wind refused to linger for a moment."

"But after she returned, the place became a bustling hub of activity."

"Those who come and go are all top geniuses from the Nine Provinces."

"Emperor Beichen, Sword Immortal Kunlun, Imperial Preceptor Siming, Sea Emperor Zhiyue..."

"Now we have another divine healer who can fold the moon."

A light rain drifted through the corridor, footsteps tapping softly on the snow-covered stone slabs, startling a few withered plum blossoms from the branches.

She straightened her clothes, walked quickly to the front door, and gently pushed it open.

The night breeze, carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms, wafted towards me, crisp and desolate.

The moonlight was as white as frost, spreading a silvery white across the ground.

A palanquin was parked outside the gate, its curtain half-rolled up, revealing a slender figure inside.

Wei Yu gave a slight bow, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just right as she entered the carriage: "Divine Physician Zhe Yue, this way please."

She didn't ask any more questions, but simply stepped aside to let her pass, her posture respectful but not humble.

Si Xingxuan did not come down.

He sat back on the palanquin, carried by four young men in blue robes, and slowly entered the gate of Mirror Night Snow Pavilion.

"Let's go."

The palanquin rolled over the snow, making a very faint sound, like silkworms eating leaves in spring, or snow pressing down on branches at night.

The clothes he wore today were still made of extremely precious cloud and water silk, with very faint silver patterns floating on the moon white background.

Like a withered orchid in a secluded valley, quietly blooming in the night.

He wore a snow-white cloak with a fur collar that framed his pale, almost transparent face.

Her long, dark blue hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling over her shoulders. She was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly, yet she exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.

"My lord, you yourself are still ill, how can you agree to help Young Master Zui come out for a medical checkup?"

The medicine attendant, Qi Zhu, followed beside him, carrying a medicine box, his face full of worry.

His steps were hurried and hurried, as if he wished he could wrap his master in a quilt and carry him back.

"What if you catch a cold? Your health has only just recovered; you can't withstand this kind of ordeal..."

He kept talking, his voice filled with barely concealed anxiety.

He held the medicine box tightly in his arms, as if it were some precious treasure.

"He has what I want."

Si Xingxuan spoke, his voice gentle and clear like jade, like the wind stirring frozen strings.

"Although those peach blossoms are really annoying."

He paused, a faint hint of disdain appearing in his eyes, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.

"But his painting skills are the best in the world."

"Only he... can capture the essence of Junior Uncle! He has a portrait of Junior Uncle, I want it."

He coughed softly a few times, his voice as light as the night mist on a lake, which was blown away by the wind as soon as it came out.

He gently covered his pale lips with a handkerchief; the color of his lips was so pale it was almost transparent, like a mountain lotus flower wet with night dew.

Her eyes, as melancholy as lilac blossoms, were filled with the misty, rainy beauty of Jiangnan.

The misty rain was so deep and thick, so thick that it couldn't be dispersed.

"I wonder—who lives here?"

Si Xingxuan's gaze did not linger on any particular spot.

He has always been arrogant and disdainful of others, and he hardly ever looks at anyone.

He could only ever have a handful of people in his eyes.

He didn't have that perverted fetish of stalking and monitoring others, so he naturally didn't know that Tang Xixue didn't live in the Hall of Longevity, but in the Mirror Night Snow Pavilion.

His elder brother, Si Xingzhou, knew about it.

However, there has always been some information barrier between the brothers.

There are some things that his elder brother will not tell him unless he asks.

Some roads, if he doesn't walk them, he'll never know where they lead.

"My lord, shall I go and inquire?" Qi Zhu asked.

"No need."

Si Xingxuan waved his hand lazily, as if he didn't even want to exert any effort to raise his hand.

He leaned back onto the cushions of the palanquin, his snow-white cloak slipping slightly with the movement, revealing a slender collarbone.

He didn't try to close his eyes, but simply closed them slightly, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath them.

"There are patients on both sides, it doesn't matter who they are."

His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The palanquin moved slowly forward, its wheels crunching over the snow, making a soft sound.

Deep within the snow-covered hut, the lights shone warmly.

The light leaked out from the half-open door, spreading across the stone steps in front of it, like a small, warm island.

"My lord, please slow down."

Qi Zhu helped Si Xingxuan down from the palanquin, handling him as carefully as if he were holding a fragile piece of celadon.

His master was originally in relatively good health, but this illness seems to be turning him into a wisp of smoke that could dissipate at any moment.

The illness came on fiercely, taking away all the color he had painstakingly regained.

All that remained was a frighteningly thin body and a heart full of unresolved worries.

Si Xingxuan walked slowly into Tang Xixue's bedroom.

His steps were light and slow, each one unsteady.

His expression was indifferent, even somewhat impatient.

Hua Rongshi, that peacock-like woman, I wonder who she was treating.

If it were a woman, he would turn around and leave.

He had never liked those noble ladies from wealthy families, and in order to seduce him, they pretended to be sick and asked him to treat them.

The women were all meticulously dressed, some shy and timid, others hesitant to speak, their eyes full of calculation.

He never paid any attention to this and never agreed to it.

He raised his eyes, glanced into the depths of the gauze curtain, and was already preparing to turn around.

Just now.

"Zhe Yue, come in."

A clear, soft, and melodious voice came from behind the gauze curtain.

It fell beside his ear.

Si Xingxuan froze completely.

That voice was so familiar.

He was so familiar with it that he thought he was dreaming, or that he was hallucinating because he was so ill.

He stood there, frozen in place, as if he had been immobilized, even forgetting to breathe.

Then, he quickly passed through the gauze curtains and arrived at the bedside in a few steps, where he immediately saw the person leaning against the window.

is her.

His junior uncle appeared right in front of him.

It's not in a dream, not in a painting, not the phantom I sketched alone during those sleepless nights.

"Junior Uncle..."

Si Xingxuan's voice trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened.

The redness spread from the depths of his eyes, like the rising tide of spring, impossible to suppress.

It was like the last rays of sunset on the horizon, burning a burning pain in one's heart.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he collapsed straight onto her.