When It Stays Green, I Will Marry You

Everyone in the capital knew that Xie Jue, heir to the Duke of Zhenguo, possessed an ancestral "Conjoined Hearts Jade" that could see through people's hearts. Its rules were simple: green meant truth, red meant lies. As he tied the jade pendant around my waist, he promised with tender warmth, "A Li, when it stays green, I'll marry you." But it never turned green for me. When I said the tea was hot, it scalded. When I said it was cold, it burned my heart. Every heartfelt truth earned me a stinging pain like a brand and a more disappointed look from him. Yet an identical piece of jade on the wrist of my cousin, Su Wan, always stayed smooth and luminous. Even if...