The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"The Star Emperor, the Lord of the Stars in the Daytime?"

Tang Xixue frowned slightly, a hint of confusion appearing in her eyes.

"Zhe Yue, does your elder brother perhaps have some old grudge against my elder brother?"

Wasn't Si Xingzhou and her brother supposed to keep to themselves and not interfere with each other?

Si Xing lowered his eyes, a hint of unease appearing on his pale face.

"My brother was supposed to be here to pick me up, but he just happened to run into Emperor Shengchen."

"There are indeed some old grudges between them."

Si Xingxuan paused, his voice lowering slightly.

"Previously, our Seven Generations Pavilion bought items from the sale of the Hall of Longevity, but your imperial brother sent troops to seize them."

"My brother is standing up for me."

What he didn't say was that he cried all night in bed that night.

Holding the communication jade talisman, he cried and complained to his brother that Emperor Shengchen had bullied him.

That's so embarrassing.

He couldn't possibly say such a thing out loud.

"Hmm? Were they kidnapped?"

Tang Xixue glanced at the familiar furnishings in the bedroom, her gaze sweeping over the old objects one by one.

The version she heard was one that her elder brother had specially asked Yan Ci to buy.

Very good, that's how Yan Ci bought it!

As expected of the strategist, his style is to use any means necessary to succeed.

After all, among them, Yan Ci was the most ruthless since childhood.

He was a strategist, and an unconventional one at that.

To do extraordinary things with extraordinary means.

There are no black and white pieces on the chessboard, but the universe lies within the tent.

Character is hidden in ink, wit is concealed in a fan.

Words spoken lead to plans; plans made bring peace.

"I'm so sorry."

Although Tangxi Xue said that, she didn't actually feel too sorry.

"Zheyue can pay less for the medicine; deduct it from the bill, consider it as me buying it back."

"Also, about that batch of medical books and classics that Qingdai sold to you last time..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears began to fall from Si Xingxuan's eyes.

Silently, scalding hot, it flowed down that pale, delicate face.

Like a string of pearls that has broken, it just won't stop.

"Zhizhi, are you going to ask for everything back?"

Si Xingxuan's voice trembled, like the strings of a harp in a gale.

"You've already given them to me..."

"Do I even need to take back the little blanket you gave me?"

He felt incredibly wronged, his misty eyes, clear after the rain, were filled with tears, making him look indescribably pitiful.

"Hmm? What other small blankets are there?"

Tangxi Xue had no recollection of these things.

In the Hall of Longevity, there was an ordinary little blanket, but only Si Xingxuan would treasure it like a precious gem, holding it every day and cherishing it very much.

"Okay, stop crying."

Tang Xixue sighed helplessly.

"Since you like those medical books, then forget it."

She took out a silk handkerchief embroidered with crabapple blossoms from her sleeve and gently wiped away his tears.

His exquisitely handsome face, as clear as glass, became even more beautiful when he shed tears.

That's absolutely unfair!

Si Xingxuan subtly took her handkerchief, her fingers curling slightly as she deftly slipped it into her sleeve.

"There are no blankets here, are you too cold?"

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Tang Xixue handed him a silver-threaded glass kettle filled with hot water.

"This water bottle is new; I haven't used it yet. You can take it with you on the road."

Si Xingxuan took the kettle; it was warm to the touch, and its body was exquisite and delicate.

Silver threads intertwine into intricate patterns, shimmering with delicate light under the candlelight.

He suddenly felt that the face looked familiar.

His sister-in-law, whom he had never met, seemed to have the same style.

In his brother's hands, it was like a treasure.

"This kettle is exceptionally exquisite and beautiful, Zhizhi, where did you buy it?"

Si Xingxuan asked casually, his fingertips gently tracing the patterns on the teapot.

"This? I made it myself; you can't find it anywhere else."

Tang Xixue gently pointed to the bottom of the kettle, a slight smile curving her lips.

"Look, there's a snow character underneath; it's my personal mark."

"I really like it, thank you, Zhizhi."

Si Xingxuan held the kettle, lowered her eyelashes, but there was a surging tide in her eyes.

good good!

That's great!

His good brother told him not to see his junior uncle.

Tell him to be more reserved and aloof, and stop acting like a high-and-mighty flower!

So that's where he was waiting!

He's not some high-and-mighty beauty at all; he's clearly just a green-faced little blockhead.

Si Xingxuan felt more and more aggrieved as she thought about it, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

She cried so hard, her face streaked with tears, as if she had been terribly bullied.

"Zheyue...why are you crying again?"

Tang Xixue gazed at him, her voice as gentle as if coated with honey, yet a subtle ripple stirred within her heart:

"Little yandere, you look so beautiful when you cry!"

Tears clung to the tips of her eyelashes, trembling and refusing to fall, contrasting with her misty eyes, like cherry blossoms glistening with dew on a branch, as if a gust of wind would shatter them.

She found herself somewhat reluctant to coax him.

I want to see him cry longer and cry harder.

Seeing his eyes redden and his nose redden, he choked with sobs, unable to breathe, and pleaded softly in his wet voice, "Zhizhi, please don't bully me anymore."

But she insisted on bullying him.

She bullied him until he had cried all his tears, and he could only glare at her with red eyes, feeling both ashamed and angry, yet he couldn't escape her and didn't want to.

That pitiful little face must have been even more alluring than it is now.

As Tang Xixue thought about it, her heart skipped a beat, and a blush crept up her ears.

She quickly dismissed the dangerous idea.

"Alright, go and take your brother away quickly, so as not to make too much noise and attract unnecessary trouble."

Tang Xixue coughed softly, stopping herself from letting her mind wander.

The little yandere is excessively beautiful, but she's also extremely poisonous!

The more beautiful, the more poisonous.

Don't let lust get the better of you, don't let it cloud your judgment!

"Also, could you please keep my whereabouts here confidential?"

It would be best for her to play it safe for now.

Once she finds the main soul, she won't have to walk on thin ice anymore.

"Um."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Si Xingxuan originally wanted to share this good news with her brother, but now she has changed her mind.

He would never tell his brother.

"Zhizhi's pulse is off; it looks like she's suffering from a soul-separation disorder."

"I will return to Xingze Divine Medicine Valley to refine a Soul Nourishing Pill for you."

He kept the ointment and carefully put away the medicine box that Tang Xixue had given him.

Si Xingxuan, holding a kettle in one hand and a medicine box in the other, turned and walked towards the door.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

"By the way, the Glazed Heaven Secret Realm of Divine Medicine Valley will be opening soon."

His voice came from the doorway, clear and gentle, with a nasal tone from just having cried.

"The once-every-thirty-year grand gathering of the Nine Provinces of Medicine - the Trial of the Medicine God - will be held in the Glazed Heaven."

"The winner will be crowned the God of Medicine and reach the pinnacle of medical expertise across the Nine Provinces."

Si Xingxuan turned around and looked at her, his eyes glistening like the moon in the candlelight.

"At the same time, the champion will receive the Medicine God Cauldron and the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl, and the top ten will all receive generous prizes."

Tang Xixue's eyes brightened.

The Medicine God Competition is the true pinnacle of medical practice in the Nine Provinces.

The trial in the Valley of Divine Medicine will award the winner the title of God of Medicine.

The most outstanding physicians from all over the land gathered here to compete for the title of God of Medicine; what a magnificent scene!

She had heard her senior classmates talk about the grand occasion of the previous competition.

The arrival of countless doctors and the fragrance of medicinal herbs filled the air; just hearing about it was enough to make one's blood boil.