*Twins bound by oath, a wolf's head as their vow; crimson flames burn the heart, lotus ashes bring calamity.*
The snow of the Great Sheng Dynasty cannot bury the bloody past hidden in the palace's secret passageways.
Princess Ren Yao wears a pair of silver lotus bells at her wrist and manages the Ministry of Revenue, calculating the world's provisions down to the last grain. Yet she cannot make sense of Ye Zhaoning, the general's daughter who grew up with her: the woman who always wraps her wounds in a cloak embroidered with a wolf's head and says, "The wind and snow in the northern frontier aren't cold." Why does the mark of red-flame butterfly poison on her right wrist grow darker by the day?
