Chapter 2 · free to read
Rule seven. A servant does not touch what a servant does not carry.
Two names struck through, one stroke each. The third was signed in a hand that had never carried a bucket in its life.
She poisons the son to bury the mother. And if I hand the Dowager that name, she will swear a maid forged the book. Two sets of teeth, and I am standing between them.
Rule eight is mine, not the palace's. Give a proud woman something to be seen carrying.
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