The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"The night view of Suspended Star City is indeed as beautiful as Zhe Yue said."

Tangxi Xue stood at the end of the long street, gazing at the sea of ​​lights before her.

A myriad of lights reflected in her eyes, as dazzling as a galaxy falling into autumn water, as bright as the morning glow reflected in a clear spring.

"An east wind overnight cuts down ten thousand trees, and the Milky Way falls to earth."

She changed into that begonia-red, wide-sleeved, flowing fairy dress.

The silk gauze was as light and thin as mist, and the crabapple blossoms embroidered on the hem of the skirt bloomed like flowers and rolled like clouds.

A silver tassel belt hangs down from her waist.

Standing there, she was the brightest light in the entire city.

"Weaving."

Si Xingxuan's gaze was fixed on her face, unable to look away.

Tonight he wore a moon-white robe with a light blue veil over it, his clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending from the moonlit clouds.

With a silver crown binding his hair and a jade belt around his waist, he was truly a gentleman of jade-like elegance, unparalleled in the world.

But that delicate face was clearly filled with gentle panic.

Her ear tips turned bright red, as if they had been burned by the city lights.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Am I pretty?"

Tang Xixue turned her head to look at him, her peach blossom eyes filled with a smile.

With a slight turn of her head, the hairpin at her temple swayed gently, and the delicate shimmer of pearls brushed across her brows and eyes.

"It looks good."

Si Xingxuan's voice was somewhat unsteady, like the turbulence of rain.

After he finished speaking, he quickly looked away, pretending to look at the lanterns on the street.

But after his gaze swept around, it quietly returned to her, trying to cover it up, only making things more obvious.

"Zheyue looks beautiful today too."

Tang Xixue offered a compliment.

Before the words were even finished, Si Xingxuan felt overjoyed, as if the tide of her heartbeat had been stirred up by the wind, creating a raging torrent of love.

Every word penetrated his ears, sweetening his heart and causing waves to burst forth within it.

He tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, but he couldn't.

Her gaze swept across the city's profusion of flowers, the dazzling lanterns, and the streets that resembled a galaxy of stars.

She looked at every place and every detail very carefully.

Because she sensed Si Xingxuan's sincerity.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was a long-planned, romantic, and grand declaration of love.

"Zhizhi, let's go take a look ahead..."

Si Xingxuan used to dislike crowds.

The crowd was too noisy, and the lights were too bright; he just felt irritated.

But tonight, he was in high spirits, wishing he could present all the excitement of the city to her.

"it is good."

Tang Xixue nodded in agreement, not wanting to spoil the mood.

She saw the light in his eyes, so bright, so intense.

She couldn't bear to say no.

"Zhizhi, this sugar painting is for you."

Si Xingxuan took a sugar painting shaped like a begonia from the vendor. The golden syrup solidified into transparent petals, which were crystal clear under the light.

"And this hairpin suits you too."

He turned around from some stall, and now he had a jade hairpin shaped like an orchid in his hand.

The orchid carved from white jade seemed to represent his heart, which he had given to her.

"These roasted chestnuts are very sweet, you should try some."

"Hold that lantern carefully, be careful not to burn your hands."

"And this..."

"And that one..."

Si Xingxuan wanted nothing more than to stuff all the beautiful things and delicious food into her hands and pile them in front of her the whole way.

He was busy running around, like a little snow fox busy hoarding treasures.

Qi Zhu followed along, thoroughly amazed.

He watched as his master transformed from the gloomy and aloof Prince Xuan into the busy, cheerful young man before him.

Their eagerness, their nervousness, their desire to present the best of everything in the world to others.

"Tsk."

Qi Zhu sighed silently in her heart.

"I never knew my lord had such a hidden simp side..."

But he didn't dare to say it. He could only lower his head and obediently follow behind, pretending that he hadn't seen anything.

But in his heart, he kept complaining.

"I've really seen something new."

The long street was teeming with people.

The Lantern Festival in Xuanxing City is the most lively time of the year in Xingze.

While it was lively in previous years, it was nowhere near as grand as this year.

This year, His Highness the Prince of Xuan issued a decree that the best lanterns must be used for the entire city.

"Your Highness has gone to such great lengths, I wonder which important person it is for... We are truly benefiting from this."

Although the people in the city did not know the reason, they knew that tonight was unusual.

So every household came out to enjoy the city lights.

Children carrying rabbit lanterns weaved through the crowd, their laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells.

"Mother, Mother! That lamp is so big, rounder than the moon!"

"Run slowly, be careful not to fall—"

The girls walked together, their faces hidden behind round fans, their eyes sparkling.

"Look at that begonia lantern, how delicate and pretty it is. I'll have my dad make one too and hang it in front of my room."

"No matter how beautiful the lanterns are, they can't compare to that young master in front—oh dear, he's turning around! Hurry, hurry!"

The young man walked with his hands behind his back, pretending to be calm, but he couldn't help but glance sideways frequently.

"Well, the lights tonight... are really well done."

"Stop pretending. Your eyes were practically glued to that girl the other day."

"……Shut up."

The Lantern Festival is a time for travel, lantern viewing, and reuniting with old friends.

The city was ablaze with lights, and the streets were adorned with crabapple blossoms like a rosy cloud.

Outside the gate of Xuanxing City.

A swift horse shattered the tranquility of the night.

The sound of horses' hooves was as rapid as a sudden downpour, approaching from afar before abruptly stopping in front of the city gate.

The horse was a rare and exceptional steed, its body a deep red like burning charcoal, its coat gleaming darkly in the moonlight.

It ran for countless miles, its breath rumbling like thunder, its sweat billowing, its hooves leaving deep tracks in the ground.

"We've finally arrived!"

The rider dismounted before the horse had come to a complete stop.

Their movements were as swift as swallows, and the heels of their boots made a crisp sound on the bluestone ground.

"Luckily, I made it in time."

Feng Zhuo stood before the city gate, his red robes fluttering in the breeze, burning like a dazzling flame in the chill of the spring night.

He was weary from his travels.

A few strands of hair at her temples were ruffled by the wind, with a few sticking up unruly.

Fine beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks from his forehead.

His robes were covered in marks of travel, his cuffs were stained with mud, and his boots were covered in a layer of dust.

But those eyes were bright and shining.

Brighter than the city lights, hotter than the stars in the sky.

He looked up and glanced at the plaque above the city gate of Xuanxing City.

The three characters "Suspended Star City" shone brightly under the lights.

"Is Ah Xue in the city...?"

Feng Zhu muttered something, but most of his voice was carried away by the wind.

It was as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was trying to embolden himself.

He wiped his palms on his clothes, removing the thin layer of sweat from his hands.

Then he lowered his head and touched the crimson rose jade pendant sword tassel at his waist.

The jade is warm and lustrous, with a bewitching red color, like a tear formed from a drop of heart's blood.

She gave it to me personally.

He always wore it; he never took it off.

I wore it when I went to war, I wore it when I returned victorious, and I even slept with it under my pillow. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I would touch it to make sure it was still there before I could close my eyes again with peace of mind.

"I wonder if she'll find me annoying."

Feng Zhu muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of unease and uncertainty.

"I wonder if she misses me. Will she be pleasantly surprised to see me?"

He took a deep breath.

He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Then he stepped into the sea of ​​lights.

The woman in red fluttered like flames in the lamplight, causing the lamplight to flicker wherever she went.

It was as if it were being burned by this fire.