The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Hua Rongshi gazed at that solitary figure, tucked the peach blossom fan into her sleeve, and quickly followed after him.

"cousin."

He called out once and then said no more.

Bei Chenji did not turn around.

His crimson robe billowed in the night wind, but his steps neither faltered nor quickened.

It was as if the butterfly behind him didn't exist.

Hua Rongshi wasn't annoyed; she simply followed silently half a step behind him.

Like a peach petal that refuses to be blown away by the wind, it quietly clings to that cold, hard shadow.

"Congratulations, Xiaoxue'er."

Bei Chenji suddenly stopped, turned around, and solemnly addressed Tang Xixue.

His voice was very low, so low that only she could hear it.

His words held so much unspoken emotion.

I am glad she is safe and sound, grateful that she is alive, and ashamed that my mother was the sharpest knife in this whole affair.

"Thank you, little royal uncle."

Tangxi Xue nodded gently.

He didn't have to come, but he came anyway.

He didn't need to draw his sword, but he still stood in front of her.

He chose to protect the person he couldn't bear to part with the most.

She remembered this kindness.

"Feel sorry."

Bei Chenji's voice lowered even further.

He didn't know that his mother was the master of Fengxiao Pavilion, nor did he know that the Soul-Locking Bow would be pointed at her.

For a moment, he was unable to face the person in front of him, as if he should bear the consequences of all the sins Hua Qingwan had committed.

"The young imperial uncle did nothing wrong."

Tang Xixue looked at him, her voice soft yet resolute.

"Don't blame yourself for other people's mistakes."

She was always clear-headed, never confused with grudges, and her heart was gentle.

She knew who was suffering the most at that moment, so she gently lifted him from the abyss of self-blame with a single sentence.

As Bei Chenji turned to leave, he heard her words.

That heart, which had sunk to the bottom and was extremely cold, was enveloped by a warm feeling.

She remains the same, like a little sun, forever illuminating the darkest corners of his life.

From the moment he found her in the snowstorm of the North when she was a child, she had been his salvation.

He named her after the snow, signifying a clear sky after adversity and a turn for the better.

She represents new life and hope.

"Xue'er, see you next time."

Hua Rong turned back and gave her a radiant smile, her pink dress fluttering in the wind like a delicate peach blossom.

"Don't forget what I said."

A smile spread across his peach blossom eyes.

"What I say to you always stands."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sharp sword beam pierced through the air, precisely grazing the hem of his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, a streak of starlight flew in from another direction, leaving a scorch mark on the spot where he had just been standing.

Hua Rongshi swiftly and skillfully hid behind Bei Chenji.

Clutching at her cousin's deep purple sleeve, she peeked out with only half her face showing, crying out in a mixture of cowardice and exasperation, "Cousin, save me!"

Bei Chenji glanced expressionlessly in the direction of Yun Boyan and He Lichen, without saying anything.

He simply let his cousin crumple his sleeve into a handful of salted vegetables.

Then he turned around and continued walking forward.

Hua Rong followed closely behind him, step by step, just like a peacock that had found a powerful backer and started to show off again.

Bei Chenji neutralized all the attacks, both overt and covert.

"No? What did I do? Someone actually tried to assassinate me?"

Hua Rong muttered to herself, her tone revealing genuine confusion.

"Could it be that my beautiful face offended someone?"

After hearing this, even Bei Chenji didn't want to talk to him anymore.

He shouldn't have interfered; he should have just let this guy get surrounded and attacked.

"The Guixu Palace acts perversely and against the will of Heaven."

The wind and snow, like a silver dragon, lifted up the snow of Tangxi. Her voice clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable majesty.

"In the future, the Nine Provinces will still need your joint support. The path of medicine is long, let us work together to overcome all difficulties."

All the doctors solemnly bowed in the direction of the new Medicine God.

The Medicine God Trial Tournament has now come to a close.

Amidst the crowd, Shen Yan gazed at the figure above the clouds, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.

Why is it that she can stand high in the heavens, while I can only look up at her from the dust?

The glory that should have belonged to her, the prodigies who should have surrounded her, were all taken away by others.

It was Tangxi Xue who stole her life.

She gazed deeply at that figure, then turned and walked out of the Valley of Divine Medicine with the dispersing crowd.

She hid it very well, always being careful not to reveal her identity.

She is a person who knows how to assess the situation.

One day, everything will be set right.

"I am no longer alone on my path."

The venerable old physician, watching the departing figure of the new god of medicine, let out a long sigh of relief, as if releasing all the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on his chest for years.

After the old Medicine God died at the hands of the Guixu Palace, the medical profession of the Nine Provinces was leaderless and scattered like a plate of loose sand.

Now that the new Medicine God has publicly defeated Guixu Palace, all the doctors feel a sense of pride and triumph.

"The medical path of the Nine Provinces has finally found a leader again."

"I am convinced that the Heavenly Physician of Destiny is in this position."

"Yes, she may be young, but she's truly admirable."

As the crowds dispersed, the Valley of Divine Medicine returned to tranquility.

"Zheyue."

Tang Xixue turned to Si Xingxuan, her voice as soft and clear as ever.

"I'd like to erect a statue of the Flowing Cloud Medicine God in the Valley of Divine Medicines. What do you think?"

"It's not just the Valley of Divine Medicine."

Si Xingxuan looked at her, his usually melancholy eyes shining brightly at this moment.

"The entire Nine Provinces should know the name of our Grandmaster. And also our new Medicine God."

He paused, his tone as solemn as if he were making a promise.

"Leave this matter to me, and I will ensure that the Nine Provinces will never forget your existence."

Tang Xixue nodded slightly, then turned to Emperor Xingze, who stood with his hands behind his back.

Looking into those starry eyes, they seemed innocent and pitiful.

"Your Majesty Xingze, my brother Xuan Yin entered your country's territory without permission to come and see me attend the ceremony."

She paused, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"His Majesty surely won't mind, right?"

Si Xingzhou had prepared a whole host of excuses to embarrass Tang Xiye, but after looking into her eyes, he couldn't utter a single word.

He coughed lightly, striving to maintain his imperial dignity: "I am certainly not such a petty person."

You must not appear petty, absolutely not.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Tang Xixue curved her lips into a smile, her soft voice carrying a perfectly timed exclamation.

"I knew it, His Majesty Xingze has a heart as vast as mountains and seas."

Si Xingzhou felt that the voice was like a spring breeze, tingling all the way from his ears to his heart.

He never tired of listening to it.

Tang Xixue turned to Tang Xiye, her voice softening slightly: "Brother Xuanyin, you should go back first."

Having witnessed the ceremony, it was not appropriate for him, as the emperor of a neighboring country, to linger.

"Weaving."

Tang Xiye looked at her, suppressing the surging reluctance in his heart, and only said a few words, each word heavy with emotion.

"I'm waiting for you to come home."

The Xingze army escorted Beichen's honor guard as they walked further and further away.

The elders and retainers who were originally eager to take down Emperor Shengchen were dumbfounded as they watched the figure in black gold being politely sent away.

"Isn't this a golden opportunity to seize control of Emperor Shengchen?"

"Your Majesty actually let him go so easily? Is that right?"

"In my opinion, His Majesty is simply in love."

"It's like an iron tree blooming!"