The dawn after Concubine Shu's arrest broke cold and grey, a sky the color of washed-out ash. A strange quiet had fallen over the Forbidden City, a quiet that was more menacing than the previous fearful whispers. The ghost now had a name. The demon now had a face. And in the face of Concubine Shu, the courtiers and concubines saw not a sorceress, but a mirror of their own vulnerability. If a woman of noble birth, favored in the past, could be dragged from her home and ruined on a whisper, then no one was safe.
