When I entered the Forbidden City, I was sitting in a small sedan with a blue curtain and blue roof. The prince was riding beside me, and I held a portrait of my parents in my arms.
When I left the Forbidden City, I was sitting in a small sedan with a blue curtain and blue roof. Alone, with a box of land deed notes.
They all say that people always come quietly and leave quietly.
Indeed.
So am I.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
