The night air in the Forbidden City was cold enough to steal the breath, but for Wei Yingluo, the chill came from within. She walked the path back to the Pavilion of Clear Autumn not as a victor, but as a mason laying the foundation for a tomb. The tomb of Concubine Shu. Each step on the flagstones felt heavy, deliberate. The plan Li Xun had laid out was elegant in its cruelty, a masterpiece of misdirection. But to execute it, she had to become something she feared: a destroyer of the innocent for the sake of her own cause.
