The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Let it rest for another seven days."

As Tang Xixue wrapped a clean bandage around his neck, she spoke with an uncompromising seriousness.

"Don't do anything rash until your injury heals."

The wound looks like it's from a recent fight.

It was clearly cracked in several places, with new wounds overlapping old ones, a gruesome and terrifying sight.

"Aren't Qian Su and the others there?"

"Why do we have to make the young prince do it himself? What use are they?"

Tang Xixue's fingers deftly wrapped around his broad shoulders and back, carefully tying the gauze around him. Her movements were gentle yet efficient, as if she were afraid of hurting him.

But in this world, what else besides her could make him feel pain?

Now that the toxins have been cleared away, the wound will no longer take as long to heal as before.

The gauze still had faint traces of blood, which looked shocking under the candlelight, like red plum blossoms quietly blooming.

"Doesn't the little prince feel pain?"

"They really don't care about their own bodies at all."

Tang Xixue felt a pang of indescribable bitterness in her heart, as if a very fine needle was pricking the softest part of her heart again and again.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Bei Chenji spoke softly, his voice low and calm, as if the crisscrossing wounds on his back were insignificant.

Anyway, nobody cares.

Even he himself didn't care.

He casually draped the finest velvet robe over his shoulders.

That extremely luxurious purple, when it fell on him, inexplicably added a touch of loneliness.

Like a datura blooming atop a high mountain, beautiful as it may be, it keeps people at arm's length.

He fastened his sash, his slender fingers calmly threading through the silk ribbon and tying a knot.

"Xue'er doesn't visit the temple without a reason."

Bei Chenji turned around, his purple eyes as deep and unfathomable as a pool.

"What business do you have with me?"

She was wearing a purple dress today.

It looks absolutely beautiful.

It's the same color family as the purple he's wearing.

This suddenly filled him with joy.

The joy came overwhelmingly, like stagnant water that had been still for a long time, falling into a moon, rippling gently.

Her light purple dress flowed gracefully, and she wore a purple fur cape over it, which made her skin look as white as snow.

She is so beautiful that she seems to have stepped out of a painting or grown out of a poem.

"Can't I come see my little prince uncle if I have nothing to do?"

Tang Xixue couldn't help but ask a question.

"Of course, the Beichen Prince's Mansion is your home."

Bei Chenji said without hesitation that he really wanted to bring Xiao Xue'er back.

Tangxi Ye probably doesn't want to raise Xiaoxue anymore, right?

After all, he knew that Xiaoxue'er was not his biological sister.

"But my little uncle guessed right after all. I did come to see you because I have something to discuss."

Tang Xixue, unaware of his ulterior motives, directly stated her purpose.

"My mother has a string of sandalwood prayer beads. Is the one with the begonia jade pendant on it with my youngest uncle?"

She looked up at him, her gaze clear and open, carrying a hint of expectation.

"Yuanqi, go and fetch that string of Buddhist prayer beads."

Bei Chenji gave the order, and his voice carried clearly to the door.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Yuan Qi, who was guarding outside the door, immediately responded and hurriedly turned and left.

"How much silver did my young uncle spend to buy it? I'll buy it from you."

Tang Xixue spoke in a serious and solemn tone.

"It didn't cost any money."

Bei Chenji leaned against the rosewood couch in front of the carved window, his posture languid and casual, like a lurking cheetah, concealing its sharpness.

The long robe was draped loosely, the collar slightly open, revealing a section of pale collarbone.

At this moment, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her collarbone, shimmering in the twilight, making her exceptionally alluring.

"It just took a bit of punching and kicking."

He spoke casually, without mentioning the later encounter between a group of Heavenly Dao Apostles from Guixu Palace and Zhan Tang Ye Feng.

"If Xue'er needs it, just take it."

"I found that begonia jade pendant familiar. It looked like the jade pendant you picked up during your first birthday celebration, so I bought it."

Bei Chenji's gaze fell on her face, then subtly shifted away, as if looking at her for even a moment longer would cause him to lose control.

He didn't say much, and his tone was completely indifferent.

But Tang Xixue sensed his deep-seated care.

He even remembered the items she picked up during her first birthday celebration.

That was almost twenty years ago.

But he remembered a small jade pendant.

Tang Xixue's heart trembled slightly, like a petal being caressed by a spring breeze.

It was a kind of indescribable, inexplicable thrill.

"Thank you, Little Imperial Uncle."

Her voice was soft.

"That's very important."

"Um."

Bei Chenji responded with only one word and then said no more.

His face was as indifferent as a stagnant pool.

It's as if they don't care about anything.

But what follows is an even more unbearable skin thirst.

He desperately wanted to get close to her, touch her, and hold her in his arms.

It was overwhelming, almost drowning out his reason.

But he maintained his composure and did not lose his composure.

He didn't want her to think that he was just using his illness to harass her, like a shameless madman.

He clenched his fist beneath his sleeve to barely maintain a calm expression.

"Your Highness, here are the Buddhist prayer beads you requested."

Before long, Yuanqi came over carrying a white jade box.

It was a small white jade box with exquisite carvings, its edges inlaid with fine silver wire, clearly indicating its high value.

Yuanqi presented it with both hands and placed it respectfully on the rosewood table beside him.

The box was opened, revealing the string of Buddhist prayer beads with a begonia jade pendant inside.

In order to get a good price, Granny Jufang spent a sum of money to specially hire artisans from the Seven Generations Pavilion Film Market to re-string the film.

It uses the finest lake silk, and each bead is tied with an exquisite diamond knot, making it both sturdy and beautiful.

"Yes, these are the Buddhist prayer beads that Mother lost."

Tang Xixue happily picked up the string of Buddhist prayer beads and the jade begonia pendant, its color as smooth as solidified cream. The petals were layered upon layered, and the carving was extremely delicate.

Those belonged to her mother.

It was also a memory she held in her hand when she was young.

"Then let's return it to its rightful owner."

Bei Chenji said.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed against his cuff, where a veil was hidden.

He got it from Xiao Xue'er and kept it close to his body, never letting it leave his side.

Whenever his skin thirst flared up, he would use that veil to soothe himself.

But how could he do such a thing in front of her now?

He could only suppress his restlessness.

That longing was like a wild beast that had been imprisoned for too long, rampaging wildly in its cage.

It slammed against the iron cage with a clanging sound, as if it might break free at any moment.

He was afraid that if he didn't control himself, he would just push her against the wall without any regard for her feelings.

I will meld her into my very bones, be inseparable from her, and never be apart again.

The dark room in the Beichen Prince's Mansion was deep and quiet.

It's the perfect time to hide away such an adorable girl like Xue'er.

He hid in a place only he knew about.

Never, ever, let no one find it, let no one see it.

Her smiles and tears belonged only to him.