The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Tonight, I'm sleeping on the bed. Don't try to take it from me. First come, first served."

After Feng Zhuo finished speaking, he rushed to the bed, even faster than when he was charging into battle in the northern frontier.

He darted to the edge of the bed in one stride, kicked off his shoes, flicked his outer robe, and looked like a large dog that had snagged the best spot to bask in the sun.

With a "thump," he collapsed onto the tatami mat, his limbs outstretched, taking up a large area.

"not to mention……"

He peeked half his face out from under the covers, his bright eyes darting around before looking at Si Xingxuan standing by the bed, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Don't you like to stay under the bed? There's plenty of space down there, you can stay as much as you want. I'll sleep on top, you can sleep on the bottom, we can keep to ourselves, isn't that great?"

His sarcastic remark clearly brought up old grievances.

Back in Baiyujing, Si Xingxuan hid under Tang Xixue's bed for some indescribable reason, but Feng Zhuo kept it firmly in mind and would bring it up from time to time to criticize him.

"I don't like staying under the bed."

Si Xingxuan said quietly.

He stood by the couch, his moon-white nightgown impeccable, his long hair cascading over his shoulders, his exquisite, jade-like face filled with resentment.

But Feng Zhuo brought up the very thing he didn't want to talk about.

"Yeah?"

Feng Zhuo rolled over, propped his head up with one hand, and lay on his side on the couch in an extremely arrogant posture, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I thought you had some kind of secret fetish. After all, who would crawl under the bed? Your Highness's hobbies are truly...unique."

He has always been straightforward and is also a connoisseur of tea. When he starts cursing, his words are like knives, each one hitting the nail on the head.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you."

Feng Zhuo looked at him with a sly smile, a smile so bright it made you want to punch him.

"Didn't you tell Ah Xue not to mess with you before? Back then you were so aloof, so unapproachable, so... keeping everyone at arm's length. What? Now you're practically begging to come to me? Sending star snow, lighting lanterns, and even acting as a prince consort, this is a slap in the face... slap, slap, slap, it hurts for you."

Every word he said pierced Si Xingxuan's heart.

Every word was a fact, every word was a dark history, making Si Xingxuan want to sew this little rascal's mouth shut.

They've essentially hurt each other... Feng Zhuo is responsible for inflicting the damage, and Si Xingxuan is responsible for being hurt.

"Zhizhi..."

Si Xingxuan did not continue arguing with Feng Zhuo.

It's not that we can't win...

Well, I guess I'm a bit outmatched. Feng Zhuo is too quick-witted, and he always manages to hit my sore spots.

But he has an even more powerful weapon: playing the victim.

He turned his head, looked down at Tang Xixue, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

He looked so pitiful, as if he would die of a broken heart if he wasn't given a place to sit.

Feng Zhuo stared in disbelief from his bed.

That's how fast he changes his expression! That's some serious feigning weakness!

Just now, when she was facing him, she had a cold expression that said, "If you mention the bed again, I'll poison you and make you mute." But when she turned to Ah Xue, she became a pitiful little white flower, saying, "I'm so pitiful, I've been bullied."

What is a tea master? This is a tea master!

What does it mean to change your expression faster than turning the pages of a book? This is it!

"Between the chaise lounge and the study, which should Zheyue choose?"

Tang Xixue spoke, her voice soft yet possessing a unique quality.

She makes you want to quiet down and listen to her finish every word.

If Si Xingzhou were present, he would probably be distracted again.

He loved listening to her talk... not what she said, but the way she spoke.

Like the undercurrents of the deep sea caressing coral, each word carries an addictive rhythm.

He heard her call out "Changxi" from the observatory, and afterwards he was so distracted that he couldn't even focus on reviewing memorials.

Chu Yi asked him why he wrote "Mirror Weaving" instead of "Approved," and he changed it back expressionlessly.

"Imperial chaise lounge".

Si Xingxuan answered without hesitation.

I don't go to the study.

The bed in the study is too far from Zhizhi. What if that little rascal tries something funny in the middle of the night?

The chaise lounge was at least closer to her, separated only by a curtain.

If the little wind dog dares to make a move, he can hear it.

And the sound of her breathing when she was sleeping was even lighter and softer than when she was awake, like the first snow falling on the petals of a crabapple tree.

The soft, rustling sound makes you want to keep it under your pillow and listen to it every night.

"Then take the chaise lounge. Qizhu, prepare bedding for your master."

Tang Xixue gave the instructions, her voice still calm and unhurried.

She never speaks in a hurry, and always manages to quiet everyone down so they can hear her finish speaking.

This is probably innate control; even the voice is a weapon.

"yes!"

Qi Zhu immediately peeked halfway in from outside the hall, already holding a brand-new cloud silk brocade quilt and jade pillow, indicating that she had been prepared in advance.

He quickly laid out the chaise lounge, placed a hand warmer at the foot of the lounge, and added a thin blanket, making it look like he was setting up a wedding room.

Feng Zhuo lay on the bed watching this scene, his lips twitching.

These two, master and servant, are both incredibly good at serving others.

Goodnight, Kiki.

Si Xingxuan lay down on the chaise longue, turned to his side, and looked at Tang Xixue's profile through the silk gauze curtain.

The curtain was so thin that it reflected the slight curve of her lips.

He quietly lifted the curtain a crack, just enough to see her profile.

Then he silently thought to himself, "Little Wind Dog had better behave himself while sleeping. If he dares to put his legs on Zhizhi, I'll break his legs off."

"Go to sleep, I'm tired, all of you just shut up."

Tang Xixue lay back on the couch, her voice languid and soft as it fell into the night.

This statement is as devastating as an imperial edict.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people who had been at each other's throats immediately became obedient.

Feng Zhuo obediently huddled under the covers, even his breathing became soft.

Si Xingxuan closed the curtain through the gap and lay down quietly.

Because she said she was tired, even if they disliked each other, they had to suppress their feelings.

After all... she only likes obedient people. Disobedient people are left out in the cold wind.

As night deepened, the Hall of Longevity finally fell silent.

Tangxi Xue slept soundly that night.

Feng Zhuo, mindful of Si Xingxuan's presence, didn't dare do anything excessive throughout the night.

He was so careful even when he turned over. Every time he tried to move closer to Tang Xixue, he felt a cold, deathly gaze coming from the chaise longue behind the curtain, so he had to shrink back.

Feng Zhuo's body temperature was indeed warm, like a constant-temperature stove, making her feel cozy and warm through the brocade quilt.

She had been suffering from cold for many years, but it was rare for her to sleep through the night with her hands and feet warm.

It was just a pity for the one on the chaise longue, with dark circles under her eyes, who stayed up until dawn.