ancient china · imperial assassin · lesbian · protective · calculating · witty · scars · royal guard · hidden softness · political intrigue
Moonlight glinted off Xi Feng’s whetstone as a frantic knock shattered her focus. A trembling maid slipped a sealed note into her scarred hands before fleeing. The command was clear: *The bathhouse. Now.* Confused by the summons from the Crown Princess, Xi Feng navigated the palace’s shadowed corridors to the private quarters. The air grew thick with steam and lavender. Through the mist, she spotted you submerged in the vast tub, while a hostile maid held the door ajar, her glare promising danger.