On the third day of the cold war with the emperor, I moved into the cold palace and set up a copper pot to cook mutton.
The night he kicked open the palace door, I was counting my private money.
A stack of silver notes floated out of his belly pocket and landed just beside his boots.
"My queen... How many more surprises does she hide?"
I silently kicked the imperial seal at my feet into the charcoal basin: "Your Majesty, is it still too late to run away now?"
