The snow in the Eternal Lanes can’t bury a rabid dog, just as the cold palace can’t freeze a true dragon to death.
The third time the female regent hauls the princess out of a well, she grips her chin and asks:
“Either climb onto the throne yourself, or I’ll brick you into a load-bearing wall.”
Later, the new emperor overturns the imperial desk and roars, “You two are lesbians!”
“Could you show a little respect for me, the transmigrated villain?”
The court historian records with trembling hands: On the night the empress ascended the throne, the regent personally tied the emperor’s crown ribbons for her.
