Chapter 6 · free to read
He left me the murder weapon instead of using it. A man who wanted me dead would not send warnings. So I would go to him — and gamble he was not my enemy.
The disused shrine. No maids, no ears, no witnesses. If he meant to end me, this was the room for it.
Thirty years he had served the Empress Dowager. When she died, so did the only shelter a eunuch of his rank had left.
He did not want gold. He did not want power. He wanted the one thing the harem had buried with the Dowager: the truth.
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