Madam Says Nothing

[The bookish version of the blurb] The lady rarely speaks, but when she does, she hits the mark. Her predictions are infallible, her calculations encompass all the ages. Bored one morning, she makes a quick calculation and hears Heaven’s decree: At the Lantern Festival, the moon will shine upon Clear Creek. The limping one by your side is the person you love. [The plain-spoken version of the blurb] A one-legged princess and a fortune-telling mute are both kind of tired of being the main characters, so they run away together. That’s pretty much the story. What? It’s not an elopement! It really isn’t! Your Highness, could you put down the matchlock? I’ve already cleared things up for you. Literal translation of the title: My Wife Doesn’t Talk. A little promotion for a friend’s novel: The Difficulty of Winning Over Senior Sister And a request for pre-orders for my own novel: The Glorious Years of a T My crossover fairytale fanfic that I’ve abandoned: And Then Pandora Couldn’t Keep Her Hands to Herself Theme: