Ancient China
I Trade My Peace for the Realm
In my third year as Empress Dowager, my greatest fear is not the court officials, nor the brushes held by the court historians.
It is the moments when I wake from a dream in the dead of night and instinctively call out the name of Xie Wuyang.
As the palace lanterns flicker to life, I am reminded that three years ago, I was the one who personally wrote the secret order sending him to his death at Yanhui Ridge.
After I Lit My Nemesis’s Life Lamp, the Immortal Sect Forced Us to Bond
I was ordered by my master to assassinate Han Zhaoye, the Young Master of the Demonic Sect. Instead, standing beside the broken blade buried in his chest, I lit a Life Lamp to sustain his ebbing life. From that moment on, if he was injured, I spat blood; if he sought death, I was the one driven mad. Now, the entire Immortal Sect says he and I should become Dao Companions. But what they don’t know is that fourteen years ago, in the great fire of Floating White City, our lives had already been bound together by another’s hand.
