She was the orphaned heir of the greatest gang in Nanjiang; he was the most down-and-out prince of Zhao.
When the two fugitives first met, she held a knife to his throat. He smiled and said, “Miss, your hand is trembling.”
Beneath the moonlight, they sealed their vow with a high-five, pledging their alliance with an empire and binding it with blood.
An alliance born of self-interest was tempered by five years of blood and fire into an age-old legend of an emperor and empress standing shoulder to shoulder.
