When Jiang Suihuan took her sister’s place and entered the Marquis of Zhongyong’s residence, she knew that behind its imposing gates lurked man-eating demons, just waiting for her to settle scores with them one by one.
Then she ran into him and realized that the blind, helpless boy she remembered had become a treacherous minister who could sway the imperial court.
“This medicine could save your life. Keep it.” He held out a celadon bottle, his tone brisk.
She took it, weighed it in her hand, and looked up with a sigh. “They say good people die young, while bad people live a thousand years.”
“Are you calling me a menace?” He suddenly leaned closer, amusement in his eyes.
“No, Pei Su.” Her gaze fixed on his, and she spoke each word distinctly. “I’m wishing you a long life.”
They had each traveled a long way through the darkness, believing they would be alone at the end of the road.
The moon they had seen together in their youth had long since set, yet years later, its light still burned in their hearts.
When the game of chess was laid out, they would be each other’s blade, and each other’s only light.
