The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"May I ask whose name Your Highness used to sign your work, 'A Mirror of Policy Strategies'?"

Pei Yanchuan looked up at Tang Xixue.

He knew that the Imperial Advisor He Lichen valued the book "Strategic Insights and Mirrors" most highly.

Every essay in the book is written by a master of the time, each one exquisite and every word a gem.

Those included in this book are all literary giants renowned throughout the land.

"I have read this strategy countless times, and I can recite every word and sentence from memory."

"Yet His Highness's name has never been seen among them."

Then there is only one possibility—His Highness used a title.

He had worried that his princess might not pass the imperial examination, and had secretly prepared many study materials for her.

The results of it?

Good heavens, she's actually the one who compiles textbooks.

"I used to sign my policy proposals as Fuxue."

Tangxi Xue answered.

She has always been open and honest, and there's nothing for her to hide.

She did not conceal her identity as the Heavenly Physician of Destiny during the sacrificial ceremony.

The Guixu Palace tried every means to let Shen Yan take over the title, but she caught them off guard with this move.

They never expected that she wouldn't even try to hide it!

Of course, in fact, regardless of whether she revealed her identity as the Heavenly Physician of Destiny, the Guixu Palace already knew that she was the Heavenly Physician of Destiny.

They are simply trying their best to smear her reputation, hoping to keep her forever unknown to the world and trap her in those stigmas.

But no matter how meticulous their plans were, they couldn't withstand Kong Sangling's shout.

On that day, everyone knew that Princess Mirror was the Heavenly Physician of Fate Weaving.

It is no longer possible to replace it now.

"Snowflakes! Snowflakes cleanse the world, pure sounds fill the universe."

Pei Yanchuan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his usually calm tone unusually tinged with unspeakable excitement.

"Your Highness, are you perhaps the same Mr. Fuxue who wrote 'On Self-Cultivation'?"

He was very familiar with the name Fuxue.

It's so familiar that it's etched into my very bones.

In the "Strategy Mirror", there is a policy essay that He Lichen personally praised as a "pioneering work" and listed it as the first required reading and examination for students of Lintai. For many years, no one has been able to change its position.

That policy essay was signed by Fuxue.

The Imperial Preceptor cherished it so much that he even copied it himself and kept it on his desk, referring to it frequently.

When Pei Yanchuan first read that article, he felt a surge of emotion that lingered for a long time.

I read it again and again, and each time I was deeply moved, I felt that I was getting closer to the soul behind the article.

He spent countless late nights pondering that article.

What kind of breadth of mind and spirit must a person possess to write such words?

What a vision and perspective that must be!

He thought it was some great hermit living in the mountains.

But I never thought about the person who wrote these words.

It is his prince.

"That was indeed a policy essay I wrote before."

Tang Xixue nodded, seemingly indifferent, as if this was nothing more than an insignificant work of hers.

"Your Highness is so talented, um... may I ask Your Highness for a piece of calligraphy personally inscribed by you?"

Pei Yanchuan asked, his face flushed, as if a white magnolia had been bathed in the morning glow.

It turns out that the Mr. Fuxue he had been looking up to for so long had always been right beside him.

And he was completely unaware of it.

"Can."

Tangxi Xue responded generously.

Pei Yanchuan rarely asked for anything and never competed for anything.

Since he brought it up, it's clear that he truly admires Mr. Fuxue.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Pei Yanchuan's voice trembled slightly.

He remembered every word of that article.

The very first sentence is a startling statement.

"As human beings, we should have the backbone to stand tall between heaven and earth."

"Neither attaching, nor looking up, nor crawling."

"If one person stands firm, his family will be at peace; if ten thousand families stand firm, the world will prosper."

When Pei Yanchuan first read it, he felt as if something had struck his heart hard, and his eyes inexplicably stung.

Those words were like a fire, burning into the deepest corner of his heart.

In that article, Mr. Fuxue also wrote:

"The world does not belong to one person, nor to one family."

"All those born here can establish themselves, accomplish great things, and shine brightly for eternity."

"To establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, and to secure a destiny for the people."

"To continue the lost learning of the sages and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."

He thought at the time, what a broad mind and spirit a person must have to be able to write such words.

Pei Yanchuan looked at Tang Xixue, his eyes churning with emotion.

"Sir" is not a gender designation, but a term of respect.

It is a title of respect that people spontaneously bestow upon someone after they have achieved a certain level of knowledge and moral character.

Regardless of gender or age, the only consideration is whether one is worthy of those two words.

Mr. Fuxue, that is exactly right.

People only know that she was a master of the zither, a strategist who brought peace to the country, and a wise ruler who helped the world.

If this person isn't a teacher, then who is?

"I had only heard that Your Highness was fortunate enough to receive guidance from Master Fuxue. Who knew that Your Highness was actually Master Fuxue?"

Pei Yanchuan really didn't know how to express the flutter in his heart.

My heart was filled with joy, which could only be expressed as a burning light in my eyes.

"This is a policy essay I wrote, given to A-Lin."

Tang Xixue turned around and took out a book from the room. It was a collection of policy essays written by her own hand.

She handed the book to him.

I once said, "I hope you will rise with the wind and not be trapped by the wind and snow."

Tang Xixue's eyes shimmered with a smile as warm and bright as spring water reflecting pear blossoms.

"The snowstorm has now passed."

"I hope that you will wield your pen with the utmost care, and bring peace to the world with every stroke of your pen."

Pei Yanchuan took the book with both hands, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He held the book in his palm, but it was so heavy that he could barely support it.

It is her words, her hard work, and her expectations.

He felt like he had found a treasure.

"Your Highness... Ying Lin will certainly not fail Your Highness's expectations."

Pei Yanchuan's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were slightly red, but he forced himself not to lose his composure.

"When you stand in the court one day, you will not need to be anyone's weapon, nor will you need to borrow anyone's light. You yourself are the light."

Tang Xixue looked at him and slowly spoke.

"Ying Lin, this world deserves your place."

Pei Yanchuan's breath hitched slightly.

"Your Highness, Ce, you want it too."

Yan Ci stood there for a long time before finally speaking up.

When he saw Tang Xixue give a book to Pei Yanchuan, he could no longer hide his envy.

A sour taste trickled down my lips.

It wasn't just Pei Yanchuan who held Mr. Fuxue in the highest esteem.

Who among the world's literary figures does not regard Mr. Fuxue's writings as a treasure?

Who wouldn't be honored to receive even a single word or two from Mr. Fuxue?

He was also one of those who wrote poems for the emperor.

"Does A-Ce want some too?"

Tangxi Xue was somewhat surprised.

"I want a plan."

Yan Ci's voice was very soft, like a gentle breeze passing through the dusty world.

"You're done with policy essays, but would you like my other books?"

Tang Xixue asked, her tone gentle and tender.

"Yes, I'll take it."

Yan Ci nodded, gently closed the folding fan in his palm, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Tang Xixue then casually picked up a book she had written herself from the table and handed it to Yan Ci.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Yan Ci immediately took it and carefully hid it away.

"We'll be going to the palace soon, Ranzhi. You can choose your room at your leisure."

Tang Xixue spoke up.

"Ah Lin, I'd appreciate it if you could study the records about the Crimson Dust Gu more. Let me know if you have any new information."

She gave them instructions one by one, her gaze lingering on each of them for a moment.

"Okay."

Feng Zhuo and Pei Yanchuan nodded in unison.

Like a puppy whose fur has been stroked, its tail is practically sticking up in the air.

A quiet, unassuming girl holding a book; a worry-free little white flower.

Both of them were so obedient that it was hard not to soften one's heart.