"Republican era," "playboy," "romance," "female emperor"
I woke up one day and thought, "Wait. I’m a princess?"
The good news: I’m the youngest daughter, and my family is loving and close-knit.
The bad news: this family is the Romanovs in 1918.
The young marshal said, "Come back to Fengtian with me, and I’ll give you a life of endless luxury. The entire 300,000-strong Northeast Army will answer to you."
I smiled. "Young Marshal, keep yourself alive first, then talk to me about luxury. Your father can’t even hold on to the Northeast. What makes you think you can protect me?"
Prince Mikasa said softly in the tearoom, "Your Highness, if Mihong and your country come into conflict, it will be a tragedy for Asia. I don’t want to see that day come."
I set down my teacup and looked at him with a smile. "Your Highness, the tragedy has already begun. You’re sitting here in a tearoom, smelling the tea, but not the blood."
Puyi said, "Your Highness, we are both people cast down from our former positions. Why not join forces and restore our dynasties?"
I gave his Japanese-made dragon robe a once-over and burst out laughing. "Your Majesty, the fabric is lovely. Too bad the Japanese tailored it, and it doesn’t fit. I suggest you undo the buttons first and see if there’s a thread sewn inside, with the other end running all the way to Tokyo."
In the end, I placed the crown in a temperature-controlled case.
"It’s much more reliable than men."
