Song Yin rose from the ranks to become the highest-ranking female official in Daying in this life.
Though… her methods weren’t exactly proper. If she disguised herself as a man to take the imperial exams, could she be charged with deceiving the emperor?
“Will you be my blade?” asked the young emperor on the throne. He was no longer the boy he had been; now he was much taller than her.
Song Yin stood and looked directly into the other person’s bright, expressive eyes.
“I am willing to carve out a path for all the women of the realm, and to be a blade for the common people and Chu Ling. But I will not be a blade for the person seated upon that throne.”
The young emperor, Chu Ling, was stunned. That was… quite an indirect confession.
