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384 pages, Hardcover
First published July 1, 2025
“ this was the way of men. as daughters, we were the property of our fathers. as wives, we were the property of our husbands. and one day, if we ever outlived our husbands, we would become the property of our sons. ”

— “ i always proudly wrote my name under my creations. every day, as the snow scattered in the wind and my name disappeared, siwang wrote it again and again until it all melted under the early-spring sun. so that everyone knew that the snowman who wore the crown prince's favorite winter coat was mine. ”
— “ when i got sick, siwang would spend hours in the kitchen with the imperial cooks and learn how to make ginger and beef-bone broths for me. ”
— “ when i cried, siwang would hold my hand. he would tell me stories and bad jokes until i giggled. ”
— “ if i liked a song, he would learn to sing it for me whenever i wanted. ”
— “ if I liked a book, he would recite every word to match me in verse. ”
— “ he drank alcohol only when the stately visitors pushed wine onto me and he would step in and — drink for me. ”
A side effect of growing up in the imperial palace as the prince's bride. I rarely had to think far enough to consider the repercussions of my actions because Siwang was always there to protect me.
I wanted Rong Siwang to be a villain, easy to hate, easy to leave. Not a kind man who loved me more than I deserved, who would rather break his own heart than see me unhappy.
But he was the Prince Regent of Lan. He was the enemy. And I was already in love with Siwang.
"And how do you know what I deserve?"
"Because you are brave, and courageous, and good. Good people deserve to be free, Fei. If the stars won't give you all that you deserve, then let me."
"You don't know me, Lan Yexue."
"They say that Lan Yexue started this war because of me." I searched Siwang's face for a reaction. "Let me end this."
…having no talent is a virtue for a woman. A saying repeated too many times by the scholars who were supposed to teach me, the father who was supposed to love and believe in me, and especially the emperor, who saw my yearning to learn as a threat against his son.
"I'm ready," I said. "I know most of the men in my company aren't ready, but I am, Siwang. Take me with you. Let me fight."
He laughed. "You are not coming with me. It's too dangerous."
"I'm one of your best soldiers!" A lie. I was not good. I was barely average. But I had magic.
"Both of you, tell your men to back off and stop fighting," I snapped. Yexue held his hand high, and like magic, his men stopped.
Siwang did the same, still choking, gulping for air, clutching his wounds.
"Let's play a game. Whoever loses will grant the winner one wish. Whatever they want. If I win, you will let Siwang go on the condition that he signs the treaty."