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The first day of winter brought a holiday. Wineries across the city began brewing their cold-season wine, families pounded their cakes, and the old custom of boiling honeysuckle and wild chrysanthemum into herbal baths was observed in nearly every household — said to ward off skin ailments through the dark months ahead. The Pei family, soldiers by blood for generations, kept their own formula. It was older than most written records, particularly effective on bone injuries, and they shared it with no one. On this day Pei Xian called for Pei Yuan and said: "Send some to His Highness. The journey will cool it — wrap the bucket thick." Pei Yuan hesitated. "His Highness has been in the palace since morning. He hasn't come out." Pei Xian said nothing for a moment. Outside, the sky pressed down like hammered lead, and by afternoon a fine rain had started, silver threads weaving earth and heaven together into a cold grey fabric. His old injuries ached in the damp. He...

Yu Wanyin had long since grown out of the phase where she imagined the world revolving around her. She was a working adult, not some middle school girl lost in daydreams. In a situation like this, everyone was drowning — who floated back up depended entirely on their own ability. Besides, Xiahou Bo had sought her out personally, met with her, and even handed over a token to Zhang Wangbadang. Had he told Xiahou Dan about any of that? She waved a hand. "Don't worry. I understand." Xiahou Dan was quiet for a long moment before saying, "I won't stab you in the back." "Yeah, of course not," Yu Wanyin said, only half listening. "You're a good person." Xiahou Dan: "." The Empress Dowager's faction moved swiftly against General Luo's son, who had been making loud, obvious noises about his dissatisfaction. They turned around and dug up a charge of lax military discipline and exploitation of the common people, impeached ...