Snow in the Palm of My Hand

Pre-release notice for the historical romance The Tune of the Silver-Shimmering Sheng, the Scent of Incense in My Heart

Older woman, younger man | A gentle, graceful princess older sister x a younger brother who is the emperor and heaven's favored child

A powerful minister x a cool-headed female strategist

A refined nobleman, gentle as jade, reunites with the frail, serene Shishu

A meeting in turbulent times / long-planned schemes / a powerful alliance / turning the tide against the odds

One-on-one, both virgins, happy ending

Blurb:

With noble clans ruling and power changing hands, the Nan family stands on the brink of ruin. Nan Heng steps forward alone to stem the tide. He never imagined that the woman who drew her blade to cut through the storm of wind and snow would walk the road of no return alongside him from then on.

Nor had he ever met anyone whose nature so resembled his own. The same coldness, the same indifference, the same readiness to face death without regret.

And it seems he had already met her many years ago.

Everyone says that Young Master Nan is as beautiful as jade, unmatched in bearing and appearance. Calmly, he tells Yu Yin, "Only a marriage alliance between the Nan and Yu families can withstand the crushing pressure of the powerful. Miss Yu, if you refuse to take the Nan name, you will have no way back."

Yu Yin is a skilled strategist. Through a journey of wind and snow, she finds herself caught between a rock and a hard place. She thinks she is only using him, but Nan Heng is one step ahead. In the end, she wagers herself too.

She sees him sitting calmly atop a hundred-foot tower, listening to the wind and rain. She also sees him wipe the blood and tears from his mouth in the depths of a hellish battlefield, then brush the dust from his lapels.

She remembers the spring courtyard, once filled with pear blossoms. Passing through its lonely covered walkway, she sees the snow-white blossoms brushing against him from head to toe.

At that time, he is holding her youthful, precocious writing, wondering what kind of spirit and delicate heart belongs to its author.

At dusk, rain beats on the pear blossoms, the door shut tight.

Rain beats on the pear blossoms, the door shut tight. Youth wasted, youth betrayed.

So it is said: you were the one I loved all along.

Theme: A powerful alliance, turning the tide against the odds.