On the third day of my cold war with the emperor, I moved into the Cold Palace and set up a copper pot for hotpot lamb.
The night he kicked down the palace gate, I was counting my private savings.
A stack of banknotes fluttered out of my brassiere and landed right beside his black boots.
“My empress… just how many more surprises are you hiding?”
I quietly nudged the Imperial Jade Seal at my feet toward the brazier. “Your Majesty, is it still not too late to run?”
