Chapter 6 · free to read
Prince Yan of the southern march rode in to renew a fragile peace, never guessing the throne he saluted had already sentenced him.
Not the prince's life, nor his death. A third path — one that spent neither the Dowager's trust nor an innocent's blood.
The hands that remembered every secret now performed one no one would ever be told.
The prince was no fool. A man who survives a poisoning learns fast to read the faces around his bed.
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