The mirror reflected a shining white scene. Bi Linglong’s fair collarbones, her smooth and round shoulders, and all the rest of her delicate and gentle features were on full display.

Even though the two of them had slept together butt-naked in the Hundred Flower Palace, Zu An had spent most of that period unconscious. Once he had woken up, everything had happened too suddenly, so he hadn’t had any time to appreciate this view.

Bi Linglong saw Zu An suddenly stare blankly at the mirror, two lines of blood coming out of his nose. She quickly brought out a handkerchief to help him wipe the blood away, her voice nervous and worried. “What’s wrong? Were you wounded or poisoned?” But that only made Zu An’s nose bleed even more profusely.

“Ah Zu, don’t scare me like that!” Bi Linglong’s face paled. She quickly rushed over to see what was happening to him. Suddenly, her eyes flickered to the mirror in his hands.

Her expression was blank at first, but then she...