Farming in My Spirit Garden

Zhen Yao had one job in the capital, and it was dangerous enough without the prince. She forged bloodlines, school papers, and clan seals for fighters who had lost their names, then hid the truth in a worn satchel and a silk pouch of special things. When the court pulled her into palace service, her own past began to crack. The prince saw the logic in her lies, and she hated that he was good at his own kind of strength. Her father wanted her gone, the court wanted her quiet, and a borrowed jade pendant from her teacher kept reminding her what she owed. Then a wooden hair comb appeared on her table, left there like a dare. Yao knew how to make a house stand without nails. The problem was the ...