A Good Slave Becomes a Princess Consort

She fell silent.

She drew her sword and pointed it at the man arranging the pieces before her. "Wanxiang wants nothing in this life but to follow Your Highness. If you try to send me away again, I will..."

He looked up, clutching a chess piece tightly in his hand, as if he had heard the hoofbeats outside the courtyard. "If you don't leave now, it will be too late."

"Then let it be too late. If we live past today, we will share a bed; if we die, we will share a grave."