The Dynasty of Grace

In my youth, I thought all women in the world were gentle and tender. That day, with heavy snow blanketing the city, I first saw Xinghe. Standing beneath the painted crimson wall, she looked up at me with a smile and said, "By command, from today onward, I shall attend to Your Highness the Crown Prince in all matters of daily life." My hands were empty, my sleeves filled with wind and snow, yet I felt no cold. In the blink of an eye, ten years passed. As a brocade-clad envoy under the Control of the Rongsi, her phoenix eyes gleamed with a sharp light, casually deciding life and death. The more I indulged her, the bolder she became—and I loved her audacious spirit. If you wish to advance...