brantly colored.Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated!There is a strange sense of sharpness and beauty."Just sit down." Biji's grandmother didn't turn around.Zhu Biqiong looked arou..."Hmm…" Lan. Jiang Wang felt his consciousness sinking, falling into that dark and bottomless abyss.

The verdant bamboo, once reflected in the mirror-like water like fleeting shadows, is gone.

For example, Zhu Qingru, Chen Zhi tao, Fu Yanqing, and countless other human soldiers, all vanished in the suddenly cut-off field of vision.

He drew his sword without hesitation, but after thinking about it, he would still do the same.

...Who stepped out of the water mirror, what they wanted to do, how powerful they were... he didn't know.

He only knew that Zhu Biqiong was his friend.

Then draw your sword!

And then be crushed.

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This process was too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

A seasoned veteran like him mobilized all his strength at the first moment, but before that casually slapped hand, he couldn't even summon his fairy consciousness!

The divine light extinguished, and Dao Yuan returned to the sea.

To fall is to sink both in body and mind, with empty hands.

Darkness is the annihilation of light sources, of course including hope.

Jiang Wang didn't feel like he had died, because before "death," he heard Zhu Biqiong's voice. Such a sharp and frantic...it was a Zhu Biqiong he had never experienced before.

Time had no meaning, and he felt no pain. For "feeling" too was fading away.

Then, in the infinite darkness, "color" suddenly appeared, and things beyond darkness emerged—it was a pervasive white mist.

He seemed to be falling into a white mist. Looking up, he saw wisps of smoke rising like ribbons, and above that, darkness stretched endlessly.

The mist swirled and drifted, gradually thickening until it resembled dense clouds.

Jiang Wang felt like she was floating in the clouds.

Or perhaps he was first held aloft by the Cloud Bed before regaining his senses. The terrifying sensation of falling dissipated, and with a leap, he reached for his sword—only to discover that there was none beside him. He then realized he was in a spirit form, thus manifesting a sword spirit in his hand.

He had a grounded feeling, calmly observing the environment.

At that moment, he heard a voice, a melodious female voice, tinged with a hint of mockery —

"Let me see... whose young master has been raised in my boudoir all this time"

Such a familiar voice!

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Could it be in the mirror

The boundless darkness was dispelled, and the pervasive clouds parted. A verdant bamboo screen adorned with jade, and an incense burner filled with rouge-hued beast's musk.

A warm pearl serves as a lamp, its carvings reflecting in the shadows, yet it is a picture of spring outings.

Gilded amber drips like tears, jade beads strike the jade bowl, shyly trying to make a sound.

The most exquisite imagination, with the elegance of masters.

It is indeed a woman's boudoir!

Jiang Wang's presence here was somewhat awkward, with nowhere to land. He wore armor, fresh blood across it, fearing he would disrupt the peaceful dream of a fragrant boudoir.

A screen of green bamboo and jade stood behind him, with a faint fragrance wafting in the air. He looked forward to see a figure in palace attire seated by the window. Her figure was graceful, her long hair reaching her waist as she faced the mirror, carefully applying makeup. From this angle, one couldn't see the woman's face.

But one can also catch a glimpse of some color from the mirror.

The eyes are like smoke and rain swirling waves, the eyebrows are like graceful mountains rising to peaks.

Though a fleeting glance, it has been etched for eternity.

If we speak of the beauty of a nightingale's song, it is in its most exquisite detail. Her beauty lies in its most enchanting abstraction. Each strand of hair, every curl of her clothing, unfolds with breathtaking grace.

"Your Excellency... Senior... You..." Jiang Wang changed his address several times, bowing respectfully: "Please let me out first!"

Although this was his first time seeing the person in the mirror world, having carried the Red Makeup Mirror with him for so many years, he had already mentally prepared himself for this encounter. Especially after witnessing his power when he fought the dragon god in the Shenxiao World, he had anticipated that this day wouldn't be too far off.

When it comes to the unknown, it truly is unknown. When it comes to fear, there really isn't any.

He had never felt hostility in the mirror, but on many occasions, it was because of the Crimson Makeup Mirror that he escaped death.

Regarding the mysterious presence in the mirror, he often had a sense of familiarity. Every time he went through a tribulation, he understood it a little more. These years of companionship were like that of a friend he'd never met.

He also wondered how and when they would meet.

He also wondered whether he would be capable, at that time, of giving back something, to soothe the pain of this unseen old friend.

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In the Flying Snow Tribulation, in the Overwhelming Sea Tribulation, in the Questioning Heart Tribulation... those feelings were too profound. But I never thought that I would experience it today.

Today, he is struggling to save himself. Today, he has lost a close friend. He also doesn't believe that in this precarious situation, the person in the mirror can achieve anything.

He still trusts Yu Liyang more, believing in the power of Zhu Sui Cao and them.

"Don't worry." The woman in the mirror didn't turn around, but instead used her ring finger to carefully apply rouge: "The time here is static, it won't waste your time."

Jiang Wang once again looked around, but he didn't feel anything different.

“Whether or not time and space are frozen is a relative concept.” The woman in the mirror smiled, “For example, just now, I already took off your armor and put it back on you.”

Jiang Wang immediately lowered his head to observe, nervously touching his own nails.The woman laughed out loud, her laughter shaking with excitement: "Do you have to be so cute, little boy"

"I am already twenty-two years old." Jiang Wang refuted very seriously.

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"I know, I know, the Duke of Hegemony," the woman raised her hand, as if to cut him off.

This hand is delicate and smooth, crystal clear and jade-like. When held aloft, it gathers light, almost like the most perfect work of art. It's hard to imagine what kind of artisan could have carved such a piece.

And her hand just fell, burying itself in her raven-black hair.

Five fingers danced nimbly, resembling the graceful beauty of a mountain stream flowing over a zither. Between the melodious tinkling sounds, a cloud-like bun was effortlessly created.

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"My power is limited, and for eternal youth, I had to resort to this... You're old enough to understand, women will do many things for beauty." She said this, pressing her hands against her hair and tilting her head slightly, glancing towards the vanity and lifting her chin.

There was an open box of gilded crimson satin, inside of which lay a hairpin quietly.

The color is brilliant gold, and the shape resembles a phoenix with its wings outstretched.

Jiang Wang inexplicably understood her meaning.

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She should have been understood, surrounded, and adored.

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Jiang Wang walked forward, stood behind this beautiful senior who he was meeting for the first time, and with his sword-holding hand, picked up the hairpin...

He stared for a long time, unsure of how to place it appropriately.

The heavens pitied him; though he was a high-ranking Duke with accomplishments and fame, this was the first time he had ever adorned a woman's hair with a hairpin!

Even Jiang An'an is no longer willing to let him pin up her hair...

The woman, as if she had seen through his awkwardness, said in a light tone: "Just be yourself, beauty doesn't need to be contrived."

Jiang Wang, upon hearing this, casually twisted her finger and pinned a flower to her hair with the same graceful motion she used to sheath her sword.

As he released his grip, the end of the hairpin trembled, and the shaft clanged like a sword singing.

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That's some sharp work!

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"...Not bad." The woman said, "Not bad," as she took out the hairpin and put it back in her hair. She looked seriously at herself in the mirror, then wiped a little rouge off with her pinky finger, adjusted her lip shape, and finally turned to Jiang Wang: "How do I look"

So beautiful!

Because she was too beautiful, there was a kind of suffocating feeling of shame.

Jiang Wang involuntarily took a step back and said, "It's beautiful."

“The language used to praise girls is so lacking, it’s unacceptable.” The woman shook her head, a look of exasperation on her face.

Jiang Wang didn't know what to say, nor did he know what this senior wanted to do. He just said, "I don't know how things are outside."

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"That little girl named Zhu Biqiong... is she the one you like" The woman looked at him and asked. Jiang Wang smelled a glimmer of hope from this question, and said seriously: "She's a good girl, my liking for her is the kind between friends. If you could..."

“This sentence is really cruel,” the woman sighed. “You won’t be liked this way.”

She changed the subject. “But I like that, at least you’re an honest person about your feelings.”

Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment, then said, "Matters of the heart are too distant for me. Flowers, wind, snow, and moon belong to those young masters and ladies. I haven't the time. My shoulders are heavy, and my path is long."

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The woman sat quietly on the embroidered cushion, her beautiful silhouette framed by the paper window. Jiang Wang had lived these past few years in hardship, though she couldn't see everything because of her slumber. But even the occasional glimpses were enough to feel the difficulty. Her tone held a hint of pity: "You are so young, already a powerful noble. Perhaps you should consider a life of peace."

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Jiang Wangdao: "I am still empty-handed."

"Is Zhu Biqiong not good enough" the woman asked. "She is excellent, so excellent that she can't be any better," Jiang Wang said.

The woman said, "That's because the timing is bad."

Jiang Wang didn't continue the topic, hesitating and asking: "You... can you save her"

Then added, “Or what could I do”

The woman shook her head. "No one can save her, unless Gillian is willing to let go... Oh, Gillian is the one who almost killed you just now, his other identity is the legendary wise man of the Sea Clan, Fúhǎi."

“Jilian first Over the sea” Jiang Wang frowned.

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"Where do I even begin" The woman sighed, her breath soft as a whisper. "I know you very well, but you need to get to know me too, don't you" Jiang Wang tried his best to quell his growing anxiety. "If senior thinks it's appropriate..."

“Then, let's get acquainted properly.” The woman remained languidly seated, but with a mere lift of her gaze, she instantly exuded the aura of an empress in court, radiating nobility and majesty: “My name is Ji Yanru.”

The surname Ji was not common, so Jiang Wang naturally had some guesses.

"My older brother's name is Ji Yanqiu," she added.

The founding emperor of the Dayang Empire is Ji Yanqiu!

Who was the one emperor, able to wrestle with Emperor Taizu Jing and defeat him in front of everyone, proving once again the might of the emperor

Jiang Wang had diligently studied "The Records of Historical Swords and Carvings" for many days, so he wouldn't have missed this name. In fact, when he first heard the name Ji Yanru, he already had suspicions, but he didn't dare to confirm them. After all, the country of Yang had been destroyed over a thousand years ago, and the last Emperor of Yang's frenzied shouts were no longer heard, let alone his founding ancestor!

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And this one before us, could she be the eldest princess of the founding era of Danyang

Why is she in the mirror

What about another identity of that person who overturns the sea, Ji Lanxian

Jiang Wang's heart was in turmoil, but he bowed respectfully and said, "Junior Jiang Wang, thank you for your kindness."

This can be considered a formal introduction, although they have actually been getting along for a long time.

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"Let's start with Fuhai." Ji Yanru reminisced with a hint of bitterness, "Before him, I had never imagined that there would be a sea creature who dared to infiltrate the land and study everywhere...and remain undetected. Lan," "I met him one winter, when it was snowing heavily."

"At that time, I was troubled by a marriage contract. The betrothed was my good friend, Xuan Yuan Shou, the direct descendant of the ancient emperor. He was a very proud man, burdened with too much. He first became acquainted with my elder brother, and later he joined us on our journey across the land. At that time, the world was in chaos due to the calamity of Yizhen, demons were rampant, and we fought together to slay them. In this way, we forged a deep friendship..."

It's true!

This is not the first time Jiang Wang has heard the word "yīzhēn".

But it's the first time I've heard someone associate this word with "disaster."

He knew there was a period of truth in history, at the end of ancient times. It was a vague and short period in history, seemingly brilliant but with few records.

He also knew of a master swordsman named Yizhen, whose combat prowess was unmatched. He infiltrated the Heavenly Prison battlefield and, amidst millions of troops, assassinated Emperor Yuanxi, the leader of the demon clan, successfully repelling their attack. He shattered the demon clan's plan to counterattack Wan Yao Gate. He didn't know that there was a saying, "The calamity of Yizhen."

Is this “one truth” that of another “one truth”

He didn't ask, he just listened quietly.

Ji Yanru continued, "My elder brother hoped that I would marry Xuanyuan Shuo to gain the favor of the ancient emperor Yu and realize his ambition. At that time, Ji Yusu was already preparing to establish a country. He believed that the national system was the trend of the future and had plans to raise troops and build a nation."

“Without my knowledge, he agreed to the marriage proposal from Xuen Yuan Shao and set our engagement.”

"I know that Xuan Yuan Shuo likes me, but as you said, he is a good person. I just consider him a friend. I haven't figured out how to reject him without hurting his feelings...A betrothal appeared out of the blue."

“I didn't want to affect my brother's plans, nor did I want to hurt my friends, but I also didn't want to marry him. I was very upset during that time, so I went out to clear my head. Lan: “It was that winter that I met Fu Hai, and at the time his name was ‘Shen Lanxian’."

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Hearing the story up to this point, Jiang Wang had a guess about Ji Lan's identity. But what caught his attention was another name —

Ji Yu Su!

Here is another name that is almost mythical.

He was the founding emperor of the Jingguo nation, a legendary figure who once vanquished the Tiger Clan and defeated the Chai, single-handedly establishing the national system and placing Tianjing City on the gates of Myriad Demons!

Looking back to the time of Ji Yan, during the chaotic period at the end of ancient times, when winds and waves surged, washing away the sand, how many heroes there were!

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Emperor Jì Yùsù of the Jing Dynasty had already been preparing for the founding of his country at that time, with a complete understanding of the national system. Emperor Gān Yànqiū of the Táng State also saw the trend of the times, and while acknowledging the great talent of Jì Yùsù before him, he still declared, “Perhaps I could also seize this opportunity!”There was also Chái who competed with Shānshēng for the Three Lives Orchid due to a flower, establishing the Qin State's Yǐng Yǔn, and there was Dī Lóngguè who became the Moon, sitting alone at the edge of the world, the fisherman Xuan Yuán Shuò...

No need for too much description, just these names together are enough to send chills down your spine. It was indeed an age of heroes!

"Are you in love" Jiang Wang asked, "You and Shen... Lanxian"

“It’s a cliché, isn't it” Ji Yanru had a wistful look in her eyes. “But when it comes to feelings, who can say for sure”

"I must admit that the days I spent with Fuhai were the happiest of my life. He could catch all of my whimsical thoughts and had aesthetic sensibilities similar to mine. We enjoyed talking about everything, from poetry and literature to astronomy and geography. From south to north, from east to west, we found beauty and joy in every place we went. Being with him, I felt an unprecedented sense of freedom and ease. "

"Until...I found out he was a sea creature."

Ji Yan's voice lowered, like a string of silver bells falling from the sunlight. Jiang Wang looked at her at this moment and felt that she was beautiful in a lonely way.

"I thought about killing him, and he put a knife to his own throat, saying he was willing to be beheaded by me. He said he loved me, that he had never loved like this before. He said he hated being part of the Sea Clan, that countless times in the dead of night, he wished he could skin himself. He said he wanted to become a true human, to spend eternity with me..."

"And I believed it," Ji Yan laughed sarcastically. "Love always makes people foolish. I actually believed a merman."

Jiang Wang didn't think it was foolish.

Nor is it necessary to talk about love.

If he found out now that Xiao Wu or Chong Xuan, for instance, were actually members of the Sea Tribe or the Demon Tribe, could he still decisively draw his sword Could he so easily sever such a long-standing bond

The Sea Clan are also sentient beings with feelings, experiencing love and hate just as sincerely.

Clan duty is too grand and lofty at times, making it feel very distant. But the feelings in one's heart, they burn so brightly.

But Jiang Wang didn't find much solace.

After time had passed, Ji Yanru, if she now defined that period of trust as foolish, must have had enough evidence to support the foolish outcome.

He was just a silent listener.

Ji Yanru continued, "I did my best to shield him, allowing him to walk openly in the sunlight with me. I told Xuan Yuan Shuo clearly that I had someone else in my heart, and he didn't pursue it. He dissolved our engagement and left. I tried every means possible to help him achieve a human form, even going so far as to use the bloodline of my Ji clan to vouch for his physical body, allowing him recognition in the mortal world... But none of this was enough. He could never truly become a member of humanity."

"At that time, I felt like this wouldn't work. I gave up and thought about leaving with him, searching every corner of the universe for a place that didn't care about our status. We would live peacefully there."

"But he said no, he said true happiness can't be achieved through my sacrifice. He said he would definitely find a way.

“You know Fu Hai is an incredibly smart guy, he learns anything very quickly. He’s mastered military strategy, Confucianism, Daoism, everything, and has his own thoughts on all of them. He's a sea creature, but I've never met someone more knowledgeable than him.”

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“I gathered a lot of books for him, and he locked himself up to think for three years. Then one day, he came out with disheveled hair and told me that he had a solution.”

“What can we do” Jiang Wang couldn't help but ask.

Ji Yan smiled, a smile so beautiful and tragic. Her voice was calm: "He bound me, drained my blood. He stole my life essence, poured it into his own body."

Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment.

“And he was able to do this precisely because I participated in the creation of this physical body. This physique, this bloodline, were willingly sacrificed by me.” Ji Yanru smiled, and there was a tone of admiration in her voice: “He is too intelligent. He used my past self to plunder the fate of my future self, seamless and natural.”

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Therefore, the red makeup mirror was obtained by Hu Shaomeng in an abandoned sea tower. Hu Shaomeng is a disciple of Diao Hailou.

Hu Shaomeng's closeness to Zhú Sùyuē and Zhú Bìqióng was likely also because Jī Lanyan sensed that the sisters were key reflections of Jīlán Xiān, and subtly guided him towards them.

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Thus, everything is connected!

While Jiang Wang could only remain silent.

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In all these things, in the entanglements of love and hate between these great figures from the late ancient period to the present day, what is wrong with Zhu Biqiong

Later, Zhu Biqiong took on many different appearances, but in Jiang Wang's heart, she remained the same as when he first met her: pure, innocent, fragile. She was like a small wildflower blooming in a corner. Though harmless and unassuming, she was unfortunately always caught in the whirlpool, tossed about by the wind and rain. "The time has come," Ji Yanru suddenly said.

Jiang Wang probably figured it out. She's talking about the time to end the Sea Suppression.

"What can I do" he asked.

"You don't have to do anything." Ji Yanru stood up.

It was only then that Jiang Wang realized just how tall she was. Standing there, she was almost eye to eye with him.

She walked closer, radiant and graceful, beyond reproach. But she asked one last time —

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"Look again, am I beautiful" Looking at the beauty that could be called brilliant, this time Jiang Wang nodded seriously.

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