The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Master, let's discuss this another day. I need to go check on Qi Wang's injuries."

Out of consideration for Feng Xueyinlongxingmi and Pei Yanchuan, Tang Xixue still paid some attention to Qi Wang.

The young war god was severely injured this time, and if he is not properly treated, he may fall into a serious illness.

"Very well, then I will play chess with Huai Xian tonight."

Xie Jinlian spoke, her gaze seemingly unintentionally sweeping over He Lichen.

He discovered that this Grand Preceptor was particularly adept at seizing every opportunity, and would occasionally find himself getting close to Zhizhi without her noticing.

Therefore, he had to keep a close watch on things personally and not give an inch.

"Thank you for your refined taste, Brother Xie. I, Huai Xian, will gladly oblige."

He Lichen smiled slightly, a smile as gentle as jade, but his eyes were devoid of warmth.

He was equally wary of Xie Jinlian.

The two were wary of each other and neither was willing to back down, but they hit it off immediately and started playing chess and admiring the moon under the peach tree in the courtyard.

The moonlight was soft and gentle, and the peach blossoms were fluttering gently.

A black jade chessboard was laid out on the stone table. Black and white pieces fell onto the board, making a crisp sound, which really gave it a sense of otherworldly tranquility, like a reclusive master playing chess.

"Zhizhi, just call us if you need us."

Xie Jinlian gently gave her instructions, his silver hair as white as the moon, but the coldness in his eyes turned into spring water when he looked at her.

"No need to rush back, Brother Xie and I will surely have a pleasant conversation."

He Lichen also smiled and spoke, holding a black chess piece between her slender fingers, her posture calm and elegant.

"Yes, Huai Xian and I hit it off immediately."

Xie Jinlian responded very quickly, her tone extremely sincere.

Tang Xixue's gaze swept between the two of them, feeling that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The two men had smiles on their faces and spoke gently, appearing to have a very good relationship.

"Yes, I knew you guys were the most reliable."

She nodded and turned to walk towards the medicine hut.

The footsteps gradually faded away, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

The moment she walked away, the air suddenly turned cold.

The smiles on their faces vanished in an instant, as if two exquisite masks had been ripped off.

"Thank you, brother. Please."

He Lichen placed the chessboard on the stone table. The chessboard was entirely black, with a faint, starlight-like shimmer on its surface.

That was no ordinary chessboard, but a chessboard of heaven and earth that he had crafted with the power of starlight.

On the chessboard, every move is imbued with real spiritual power, and hidden dangers lurk between the black and white pieces.

"A good game."

Xie Jinlian sat down opposite him, his silver-gray eyes no longer showing any of the gentleness from before, but instead filled with a cold, frost-like sword intent.

He picked up a white chess piece with his slender fingers, a faint glint of cold light emanating from his fingertips.

"I just wonder if the Grand Preceptor's skill level is worthy of this chessboard."

"Try it and you'll see."

The smile on He Lichen's lips was as faint as a waning moon; the black pieces fell, and starlight flashed.

The two players moved their pieces as if in a battle, already locked in combat on the chessboard.

"Speaking of which, Brother Xie's words just now, 'We felt like old friends at first sight,' were truly heartfelt."

He Lichen placed a piece, speaking casually as if he were chatting about everyday matters.

"If I hadn't known what Brother Xie was thinking, I almost would have believed it."

"Same to you."

Xie Jinlian sneered, and the white pieces followed closely behind, spreading a chill across the chessboard.

"The conversation between the Grand Preceptor and the Imperial Advisor was quite pleasant, and equally so."

"Not at all. I was just keeping Zhizhi's master company."

He Lichen smiled slightly, but a knife was hidden in that smile.

"After all, we'll be family in the future, so we should get along well."

"A family?"

Xie Jinlian's white piece landed heavily on the chessboard, causing all the pieces to jump.

"The Imperial Advisor certainly has a far-sighted vision."

His voice was as cold as ice that had never melted on the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

"But who is the eldest and who is the youngest in this family?"

He Lichen's smile froze for a moment.

This game of chess has become a battleground of swords and shadows, fraught with danger.

The peach petals were shaken down by the invisible force, falling like rain onto the chessboard, where they were then pulverized by the crisscrossing spiritual energy.

However, the two of them maintained their calm and composed demeanor, as if they were simply playing an ordinary game of chess.

Song Jun, who was in the shadows, shrank his neck and took two more steps back into the shadows.

The murderous aura between their own Grand Preceptor and that Kunlun Sword Immortal was so intense it almost chopped down the peach blossom tree.

The birds in the peach grove had all flown away long ago.

Wen Song stood with his sword in his arms, displaying a calm and unperturbed demeanor, as if he were used to such things.

Tang Xixue knocked on the door of the medicine shop.

The door opened slightly, and a young man whose face was unfamiliar stood there.

She wore a white feather robe, the fabric as light as mist, which shimmered with a faint silver light under the candlelight.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, adorned with silver ornaments, each strand gleaming with a cold light, making her face appear even more exquisite and otherworldly.

"Who are you?"

The boy asked.

"I am the master of this place, here to examine the War King."

Tang Xixue raised her eyebrows slightly.

She guessed that the boy must have been someone Qi Wang had invited.

Look at this outfit, it's full of exotic flair, definitely the style of Kitagawa Yunting Wangxue City.

"Oh, so it was you who saved A-Wang. Thank you so much. By the way, my name is Xue Che, and I'm A-Wang's friend."

Xue Che's smile was exceptionally bright, her eyes curving into crescent moons, her whole being sparkling like a cluster of sunlight falling on the snow.

"Please come in, Ah Wang has been waiting for a long time."

He stepped aside and led Tang Xixue into the house.

The room was filled with the aroma of herbs, and the candlelight was warm.

An empty medicine bowl sat on a low table beside the tatami mat, with dark brown medicine stains remaining at the bottom, indicating that the medicine had just been changed.

Qi Wang leaned against the couch, his body wrapped in layers of bandages. White cloth was draped diagonally from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen, with faint traces of blood seeping through.

That usually cold and sharp face was now as pale as paper, his phoenix eyes were slightly lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow of fatigue under his eyes.

The sense of battle damage is palpable.

Even so, his back remained ramrod straight.

That was a pride etched into their very bones; even in such dire straits, they refused to show the slightest weakness.

"Your Highness."

Qi Wang opened his eyes and looked at Tang Xixue.

His voice was a little hoarse, but he was still very polite.

"Has the medication been changed?"

Tang Xixue sat down by the couch, asking questions while reaching out to check his pulse.

The moment her fingertips touched her wrist, her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The meridians are damaged, and the internal energy is stagnant, which is more serious than expected.

"It's been changed."

He replied in a presumptuous manner.

The medication has been changed.

He survived.

But even the mighty God of War of Yunchuan can no longer afford to wield a sword.

His gaze fell on the Daoist sword beside the bed. The blade still gleamed coldly, but the silver bell tassels wrapped around the hilt hung quietly.

A faint trace of melancholy flashed across his eyes, like a shooting star in the night sky, quickly concealed by the gesture of lowering his eyelids.

"I'll take a medicinal bath today."

Tang Xixue took in his expression but said nothing.

Some wounds can be healed with medicine; others can only be left to time.

The little silver dragon Xingmi peeked out from her sleeve, its whiskers trembling slightly before transforming into a streak of silver light and landing beside Qi Wang, as if silently comforting its former master.

"Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."

Qi Wang nodded and cooperated fully with her treatment.

He remembered that she had pulled him back from the brink of death.

No matter how dejected he felt, he always held her in high esteem and gratitude.