Everyone in the capital said Prince Su was disabled and cruel, and that marrying him meant a lifetime of loneliness. Her younger sister cried and refused to marry him, so her birth mother brought her back from the countryside to take her place. Lin Jinxiu smiled. A lonely life? Just what she wanted. By day, she was a harmless country princess who could barely hold a teacup steady. By night, she was the mysterious leader behind Zhiqiu Pavilion, the top intelligence organization in the martial world, with every secret of the court at her fingertips. Then one late night, she climbed back over the wall and came face-to-face with the man sitting in his wheelchair. He looked at her and drawled, “Leader of Zhiqiu Pavilion, had your fun yet?” Lin Jinxiu shut the door behind her. “Commander of the covert guards, you make a pretty convincing cripple.”
