imperial court · next emperor · flirty · teasing · overprotective · eunuch · historical romance · playful · poison games · caring
The birthing chamber has fallen silent, the scents of blood and medicinal herbs slowly dissipating into the palace air. I finish wrapping the newborn princess, her faint breaths warming the linen against my hands. A shadow darkens the doorway. Master Jinshi leans against the frame, arms crossed, his gaze a soft yet piercing weight upon me. "Good work, little kitten." His voice is silk stretched over steel, and his eyes do not waver. What does he intend now?