The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Bei Chenji fainted from the extreme cold and pain.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn, and the snow had stopped.

She found herself wearing a small, snow-white fox fur coat.

The ingredients are extremely carefully selected, and it has a sweet and cool fragrance, like plum blossoms and snow, like the first bloom of crabapple under the moon.

Open your palm, and there lies a piece of amber-colored star sugar quietly in your palm.

Carefully wrapped in oil paper, the sugar granules were crystal clear, shimmering with a honey-like luster in the morning light.

He clutched the candy tightly, buried his face in the fox fur coat that still retained some warmth, and suddenly his eyes reddened.

At that moment, he remembered that his mother had given him all the warmth of the rest of her life.

He is the bloodline that his father and mother risked their lives to protect.

He was the last heir of the Beichen Prince's Mansion.

What right does he have to... belittle this life?

For many years afterward, he never met the girl playing the piano again by Mirror Lake.

The girl behind the gauze curtains of the painted boat seemed like a light and ethereal illusion.

He never saw that white-haired boy again, whose sword transformed into a butterfly of light.

That night, like a dream too beautiful to be touched, is buried deep in my memory, something I dare not easily revisit.

Until one spring afternoon, he sat alone in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, gazing at a pond of lotus leaves in a daze.

The familiar piano music rang out once again; it was his familiar piece, "The Lamp of the Heart."

"It's her!"

He suddenly looked up, and his heart stopped for a moment.

"This time... I can finally see her?"

Not far away, a painted boat with swaying gauze could be seen. A slender figure in blue sat behind a zither table, her fingertips tracing the strings, her profile hazy in the spring sunlight.

The sound of the zither was calm and gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across a newly thawed lake, carrying a power to soothe the soul.

The curtain was gently lifted by a delicate hand.

Shen Yan looked up and saw that her eyebrows and eyes were gentle and beautiful, with a faint smile on her lips and clear eyes like the moonlit lake.

"Did Yunhua disturb you, young master?"

The moment their eyes met, her fingertips paused slightly, the melody of the zither faded away, leaving only the gentle tinkling of bells on the eaves, echoing softly in her heart.

"No. The music you played was beautiful."

A hint of warmth surfaced in Bei Chenji's icy eyes.

Such a kind, gentle, pure, and beautiful girl was from a completely different world from him, a man with blood on his hands and living in the mire.

But he will do his best to protect her, shield her from hardship, and keep her in peace.

Si Xingxuan maliciously inflated the price several times until it reached a staggering six million gold coins, at which point he finally gave up, losing interest.

The auctioneer's gavel finally fell heavily, shattering the starlight that flickered in his eyes and awakening Bei Chenji from his deep reverie.

"Yanxue Residence, Sunny Hall, sold."

Bei Chenji slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unfathomable, as if it had never stirred before.

He rose, his crimson robes flowing like water, untouched by the dust and noise of this glamorous world.

"Let's go, back to the manor."

His voice was as faint as the night breeze brushing across the ice.

"Rong Shi, when are you going back to Mengzhou?"

"We'll return after the full moon," Hua Rongshi replied.

As the group walked out of the heavy wooden gate of the Seven Generations Pavilion, the cool night breeze from Baiyujing swept over them.

The long street was brightly lit, and the glass lamps reflected the moonlight, resembling a flowing galaxy.

Right here at the boundary between noise and silence.

"bite--"

A very light and clear sound, like a silver bell, pierced through the noisy crowd and entered my ears without warning.

The sound was ethereal, unlike anything from the mortal world; it was like ice crystals formed from moonlight gently touching each other.

Bei Chenji suddenly stopped and turned his head abruptly.

He saw a figure dressed in silver, whiter than snow, brush past him.

The man's long, silvery-white hair cascaded down his shoulders and back, unbound and untied, gleaming with a cold, pure white luster under the lamplight, as if woven from a piece of moonlight.

His posture was as upright as a pine or bamboo, and as he walked, his clothes fluttered like flowing clouds, without a trace of worldly air.

"Brother Yun!"

Beside her, Hua Rongshi excitedly blurted out, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with brilliance, as if she had finally seen the star she had long admired.

Upon hearing the sound, Yun Boyan did not stop walking, but merely turned his head slightly and gave Hua Rongshi a cold glance.

His silver-gray eyes were devoid of any emotion, like the snow-capped peaks of distant mountains.

There was only an ancient silence and detachment, with a faint hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Do you recognize the young man who wields the Frosty Jade Snow Soul Fan?"

Hua Rongshi hurriedly spoke, her speech several minutes faster than usual.

He and Yun Boyan were both in Lanting and had met several times. Compared to his cousin, who had never seen Lord Yunjue's true face, he was at least a little more familiar with him.

After all, this holy son lived a secluded life, like a celestial being descended from the clouds. Apart from his roommates who were fortunate enough to live with him in the Orchid Pavilion, no one else had the chance to see his true face.

"I don't know him."

Yun Boyan uttered three words indifferently, his voice as cold as ice.

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already faded away like a wisp of smoke and mist. With one step, he was already at the end of the long street, a hundred feet away.

Shrinking the earth to an inch is almost a miracle.

A dozen or so Mist Feather assassins dressed in silver-patterned cloud robes appeared silently, following him respectfully like shadows.

Each person exuded an aura as restrained as the deep sea, yet subtly emanated a chilling pressure.

That is the aura that only the strongest can possess, having gone through countless life-and-death experiences and reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

Their skills were unpredictable and their movements were like mist and clouds, turning into afterimages that were difficult to catch, disappearing into the depths of the night along with their lord.

It was as if it had never existed, leaving only a faint, chilling aura in the air, like that of a snow-capped mountain peak.

"Oh my god! Cousin, did you see that?"

Hua Rongshi was so excited she almost jumped up, forgetting to wave her folding fan. She pointed in the direction where Yun Boyan had disappeared, her eyes filled with undisguised amazement and longing.

"This is the grandeur of Lord Yunjue! Yunjue truly lives up to his title as the Supreme Ruler of the Dark Realm! So cool!"

"I've heard that the Twelve Silver Wings of Mist Feather are all Grandmaster-level experts of Rank 8 or above! They're usually elusive, but today they've all appeared!"

He took a deep breath and concluded:

"Absolutely stunning! Truly... breathtaking!"

Bei Chenji did not respond to his cousin's excitement.

His gaze remained fixed on the street corner where Yun Boyan had disappeared. His thin lips parted slightly, and he slowly uttered the name that was already legendary, but now had a concrete form:

"Clouds, thin, spreading—"

It was him.

He had long heard of Lord Yunjue's name and knew that he was a transcendent being who stood above many other forces.

He is the lord of the Dark Realm—the Lord of Cloud Lord.

However, the other party avoided the world and his whereabouts remained a mystery. Even he was seeing this legendary holy son for the first time.

No, it's not the first time.

And that night, Mirror Moon Lake was frozen solid for miles, and the snow fell silently.

Amidst the radiant glow of countless butterflies, a fleeting silhouette appears; the dreamlike melody of a zither and the tinkling of silver bells weaves together a vision; a white-haired youth dances with a sword under the moonlight…

Even if one's consciousness was blurred at the time, and only a fleeting afterimage remained, it was enough to leave an indelible mark on the soul, leaving one in awe.

At this moment, he finally overlapped the rumors with the figure in his memory.

Suddenly, he understood why his arrogant cousin, who had an extreme pursuit of beauty, would defend this Holy Son Yunjue so much, always speaking of him with undisguised admiration.

Such grace and bearing were truly deserving of the description of a god descending to earth.

"Since that person is not affiliated with Yunjue, then we should find a way to recruit him into the War Hall."

Bei Chenji withdrew his gaze.

"Cousin, the world is vast, let's find that boy first."

Hua Rongshi finally calmed down a bit from her excitement, shook her fan, and poured cold water on him.

"I never expected that Yun Hua's master... would actually be standing behind her."

Beichen Ji whispered.

Shen Yan appears gentle and beautiful, but she does not know martial arts.

However, having such a master standing behind you, even if it's just a title, is already an honor that ordinary people can hardly attain.

"In this way, she gained the joint protection of Zhan Tang, Shan Hai, and Yun Jue."