Shen Zhao turned, eyes like winter stars. “And you let me. That is the only truth between us.”

“Help me burn the throne instead,” Shen Zhao whispered.

In the storm-lashed capital of Huayan, the young prince Shen Zhao returned from exile—not with armies, but with a single scroll. Three years prior, his family was framed for treason; his father executed, his mother driven to suicide. Now, the usurper emperor offered him a minor post as a librarian, thinking him broken.

But Shen Zhao had learned patience in the northern marshes. He also had learned that the emperor’s most feared spymaster, a eunuch named Bai Yu, was not a monster but a man with his own secret: a younger brother held hostage in the palace dungeons.