The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Oh? Is that so?"

Tang Xixue sat up and slowly put on her snow velvet cloak.

The cloak had a purple fur collar, which made her small face appear as white as jade.

Her beautiful jade feet dangled from the edge of the couch, her ankles slender and incredibly beautiful.

"I'm the next best thing...substitute for the little emperor uncle?"

Her voice was soft and clear, with a hint of nonchalant coolness.

It made one's heart sink suddenly.

"Xue'er, don't listen to his slander against me."

Bei Chenji's voice immediately rose a few decibels, filled with an unprecedented urgency.

"I am not familiar with her, and I have never liked her, not even a little bit. It is truly just a mistake."

"Don't believe his nonsense, okay?"

His purple eyes gazed at her, a look that held pleading and a fragile vulnerability on the verge of breaking.

It took him a lot of effort to get close to her, and it took him a lot of effort to get her to snuggle in his arms.

How could my cousin ruin it with just a few words?

Bei Chenji was practically going crazy.

This cousin is really not someone I should keep!

Not only did his relationship with Xue'er get completely messed up, but she also betrayed him.

This huge black pot is going to smash his and Xue'er's path to marriage.

"From beginning to end, I have only loved Xue'er."

His voice was firm and resolute, as if he were swearing an oath to heaven and earth.

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell upon her, and he saw her delicate feet gently swaying.

Perhaps because she was hot, she kicked off her socks, which lay askew to one side.

Bei Chenji's gaze paused slightly.

"Although the warm room isn't cold, you're still quite frail, so you need to be careful."

The next moment, he bent down, the hem of his crimson nightgown hanging to the ground.

He knelt on one knee in front of her and picked up the small sock.

The socks were moon-white, embroidered with sparse begonia patterns, and as soft as cotton wool.

He held it in his palm, and then he gently grasped her ankle.

The touch was delicate and smooth, like a handful of white jade falling into the palm of your hand.

"You can't be so willful; what if you catch a cold?"

His fingertips paused slightly as he carefully put her socks on.

Every inch was neatly wrapped up, leaving not a single wrinkle.

After putting on his socks, he picked up the pair of pearl-embroidered shoes.

The upper of the shoe is made of plain white satin, and a round pearl is adorning the toe.

He gently lifted the shoe, and with his other hand he steadily supported her heel, gently slipping her foot into the shoe.

Hua Rongshi stood to the side, completely petrified.

"Cousin... have you... really lost your mind?"

He rubbed his eyes.

Yes, the person kneeling on the ground was indeed his cousin.

He was the ruthless, unyielding, and extremely proud Prince Beichen.

"My goodness! Family, who would have thought? Our Lord of the War Hall is actually a henpecked husband."

Qian Su stood under the corridor, almost dropping the sword in her hand.

He has followed the prince for many years and has seen all kinds of storms.

But at that moment, he felt as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.

When has Your Highness ever served others in this way?

Now look what's happened, he's kneeling down to put on his shoes, and he's doing it so willingly.

"Is this really something I can see? After witnessing how much you truly love someone, I realized how blind I was before."

He silently tightened his grip on the sword, lowered his eyes, and dared not look any further.

But her heart was in turmoil—their lord was probably doomed.

It was completely destroyed, leaving not even a trace of its bones.

He used to think that the prince's willingness to see Miss Shen meant that he liked her.

Okay, okay, now he feels like he's a clown.

"alright."

Tang Xixue looked down at him, at his hands that held the sword, now holding her feet carefully and tenderly.

My heart softened.

Who could refuse a king and have him bow down to them?

"Cousin, you said back then that I was really indiscriminate in my choices."

Hua Rongshi immediately retorted, her voice carrying a hint of aggrieved accusation.

"You even said I like snowflakes, you're really not picky... You weren't this shameless simp before, cousin. Wake up!"

He imitated Bei Chenji's former tone, word by word, with remarkable accuracy.

Those words were like a boomerang, brutally wounding Bei Chenji.

After Hua Rong finished speaking, she pouted aggrievedly, her peach blossom eyes wet, like a little pink peacock abandoned by its owner.

His words made Bei Chenji's fists harden.

"When you are in a beautiful state, it is best to sleep with your eyes open at night."

The little bit of goodwill he had managed to salvage was completely shattered.

On his journey to win back his wife, Hua Rongshi was like a mountain, impossible to climb over, impossible to flatten, impossible to bypass, completely blocking his path!

"Alright, alright, so that's how I am in my little uncle's eyes..."

Tang Xixue's words were so calm they were frightening.

She picked up the string of prayer beads, then stood up and left with a flick of her sleeve.

The purple velvet cloak billowed behind him in a smooth arc, like a cloud blown away by the wind.

She would leave him with a heartless back view at the slightest disagreement.

She has a terrible temper and can't stand the slightest grievance, yet he can't do anything about her.

"Xue'er—"

Bei Chenji wanted to chase after her, but Hua Rongshi grabbed his sleeve.

"Cousin, you still haven't given me an explanation! You cheated on me!"

"Get lost! I'm not your cousin!"

Bei Chenji slapped his hand away with a force that caused Hua Rongshi to stagger back several steps.

Seeing him leap to chase after Tang Xixue, Hua Rongshi's lightness skill became even faster. Her pink gauze sleeves fluttered in the night wind, like a cloud swept up by the wind.

Bei Chenji was so angry he almost laughed.

Some people haven't improved their strength much, but they've become quite skilled in light-footed techniques.

"Princess Mirror, would you like to come and sit at my Drunken Snow Abode?"

Hua Rongshi landed a step ahead of Tang Xixue, her peach blossom dress blazing like the sunset.

His voice carried a cautious anticipation, and his peach blossom eyes were moist, like a sparrow trying to please its master.

"It's right next door; you've never been here before."

As Tang Xixue stepped out of the gate of the Beichen Prince's Mansion, a night breeze brushed against her face, carrying the crisp, refreshing mist from Mirror Moon Lake.

She pulled her cloak tighter and glanced sideways at Hua Rongshi.

Hua Rongshi's heart sank.

In the past, she would always refuse outright.

He was used to being rejected.

But this time...

"The house next door? A house worth six million gold coins!"

Tang Xixue suddenly curved her lips into a smile, a hint of interest appearing in her eyes.

"Let's go take a look."

Hua Rongshi was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, like a lamp suddenly lit in the dark night.

"I remember it used to be called Yanxueju."

Tang Xixue strode forward with a composed gait, her purple gauze skirt fluttering gently in the night breeze.

"Yes, but it's called Zuixueju now."

Hua Rongshi quickly caught up with her and walked alongside her, her voice filled with undisguised joy.

"The drunkenness of flowers, the snow of the sky."

"Hua Fuzui, Fufeng Zuiyue, these are Rongshi's courtesy names, right?"

Tangxi Xue remembers that people called him the Drunken Gentleman.

He was the greatest painter in the world, and the seal on his painting bore the words "Fu Zui" (meaning "supporting the drunkard").

"Just now you said—your wife was stolen? So, Young Master Fuzui, you've gotten married?"

She asked casually.

Hua Rongshi suddenly fell silent.

A blush had already spread across her earlobes.

"I have only one wife..."

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"I haven't married her yet, but she's right in front of me."

He shook the peach blossom fan in his hand, the peach blossoms on the fan surface burning brightly like fire.

He appears carefree and nonchalant.

But his ears were already bright red, and even his neck was tinged with a thin blush.

"If my wife is willing, we can consummate our marriage tonight."

Like butterflies flitting among flowers, yet their words reveal a thousand peach blossoms in full bloom.

When it is finally picked, it is a small peach bud that has never been kissed by the spring breeze.

He flirted with countless words, yet his fingertips never touched a single person.

He was so nervous that he could barely hold his fan.

"I've heard that love has a thousand forms, and I'd gladly try them all for you, even if I'm drunk."