Despite having to rest in the ruins of her home, searching for a new one was not Ling Qi, nor Bai Meizhen’s top priority. Instead, the next day, with her energy restored, Ling Qi immediately went to look into what, if anything, had happened to her friend, Li Suyin and her roommate, Su Ling. It began rather poorly with Ling Qi’s arrival at their house finding the door broken in and what little inside ransacked. The shattered inkwells and torn pages scattered on the floor painted a grim picture, one that lit worry and anger in Ling Qi’s heart.

  It wasn’t as if it was an uncommon sight either. Now that she had time to look, the entire residential area looked worse for the wear. Walls and roofs were damaged, windows were broken, and craters pocked the streets. Fighting was still ongoing with Ling Qi passing several open duels in the streets on her way to Li Suyin’s house. The only place completely free of damage was the storehouse where everyone got their food and household supplies; she supposed the storehouse counted as ‘Sect Property’ in a way the rest didn’t.

  The atmosphere was tense and the air clouded by smoke from the occasional uncontrolled fire. To Ling Qi, the sight resembled the half-remembered spirit tales she had heard of when she was very young. After all, naughty and disobedient children brought misfortune or were snatched by spirits or monsters.

  Linq Qi didn’t bother to hide as she exited her friend’s ruined house. Perhaps she was feeling overconfident from the day before, but she just couldn’t muster the desire to slink away into the shadows as she usually did. She met the stares from a pair of girls across the street who were watching her with difficult expressions and scowled, her fingers itching for her knives. If someone here wanted to start something, they were welcome to try.

  To her surprise, there was no snide comment or disdainful whispers from them or the other scattered passersby. The girls she scowled at simply lowered their heads and scurried on, hurrying away from her with a flapping of soot-stained gowns.

  Ling Qi huffed irritably. Thankfully, her clothing seemed to take care of its own cleanliness, and for all that she still felt awkward and out of place in the shimmering, smooth fabric, she couldn’t help but be grateful to Gu Xiulan for it.

  The ensuing investigation into her friend’s whereabouts quickly became frustrating. She couldn’t track them given her lack of expertise in that area, and for all that the open hostility directed her way had toned down, no one was interested in talking to her or answering questions. Her search took her from the residential area out to the main plaza where she continued trying to get more than terse non-answers out of her fellow disciples. This attempt proved fruitless, and after a few hours, she was feeling frustrated and irritable on top of increasingly worried.

  Perhaps unsurprisingly, she reacted poorly when she saw an all-too-familiar head of gray hair approaching her with his hand waving in greeting. She had been standing in one of the plaza’s miniature gardens, trying to calm herself.

  “Go away, Huang Da,” Ling Qi snapped, one of her knives appearing in her hand as she turned to face the approaching boy. “I don’t have time to deal with your obnoxious, unwanted advances today. I had enough trouble with the damn fiancée you apparently have yesterday.” Her voice was harsh, and her more vulgar words slipped through without notice.

  He came to a stop a few meters away, that irritating, creepy little half-smile still firmly in place.

  “I apologize for the trouble that ogress gave you, my lovely night lily,” Huang Da replied smoothly, making Ling Qi’s eyebrows twitch in irritation. “Let me first assure you that I have no feelings for that brutish girl. It is merely a business arrangement. I wish I could have seen you dancing circles around her that day.”


  Ling Qi continued to scowl at him, fingering the blade of her knife, as he leaned against the cherry tree he had stopped next to.

  “Because that’s so much better,” she said peevishly. “Seriously. I don’t have time for you today. And stop making up weird nicknames. I’m not your anything.” She deliberately turned and began to march away, hoping he wouldn’t follow.

  “Are you not interested in the well-being of your followers?” Huang Da asked to her back. “I had heard you were looking into Li Suyin’s whereabouts.”


  Ling Qi stopped, her qi churning in time with her anger as she turned around.

  “If you hurt her, I won’t forgive it, you creep,” Ling Qi said coldly. “If you think you can use her as some kind of hostage……” She didn’t know what she would do exactly, but he wouldn’t like it.

  Huang Da frowned, looking hurt.

  “Of course not,” he said dismissively. “Truly, if it were not for the fact that it is what allowed me to see your beauty in the first place, I would regret my first impression if that is what you think of me. No, I simply helped them escape their pursuers as they fled. A bit of misdirection allowed me to guide the pursuers away from the cave that the beast girl led them to hide in.” He cocked his head to the side slightly at Ling Qi’s dubious expression. “Come now. Why would I lie about something so easily disproved? I can tell you where they hid away, and you may ask them.”


  “And what are you going to want for that?” she asked suspiciously, even as her heart pounded. Were they really alright?

  “Well, a kiss for the heroic one wouldn’t be amiss,” Huang Da said hopefully with a slight widening of his smile.

  “Go drown,” Ling Qi responded instantly. She knew they were out in the wilderness now; she would track them down herself.

  “I thought not,” he said in disappointment. “But no, I require nothing of you, lovely Ling Qi. Nothing but a word of gratitude from your lips.”


  Ling Qi scowled at him, but she couldn’t sense any duplicity. As he said, his story would be easy to confirm, and if he lied about where they were hiding…… Well, she might not be able to hit him now, but she could certainly do it later.

  “.…… Thank you, Huang Da.” The words left a bad taste in her mouth, but it was too small a thing to refuse.

  Huang Da closed his blind eyes, seeming pleased with himself. “Ah, how wonderful,” he mused.

  “You’re still a creep,” Ling Qi said darkly.

  Huang Da’s expression fell, but he didn’t stop smiling.

  “As you say,” he said. “Now, I took the liberty of writing down the location. Wouldn’t want anyone overhearing us after all, and I suspect that you would not appreciate me leading you there.” He pulled a crumpled scrap of paper from the pocket of his robe and held it out to her. Ling Qi took a few short steps closer, eyeing him warily as she took the note and glanced over it. It did indeed contain directions to a location deeper in the mountains.

  It could be a trap, but she was too worried about her friend to not check up on the location. Ling Qi still despised him, but she thought that the obnoxious boy was probably sincere in his creepy, flirtatious way. She knew better than to let her guard down though; she had seen enough of guys like that to know that playing nice after the violence ended was just an attempt at manipulation. She scoffed under her breath. Like she would let herself fall for the simplest trick in the book.

  Ling Qi found the place about an hour later after winding her way to a particularly maze-like ravine at the top of a rock slide that ended in a narrow crack in the mountainside. She had scouted it out, climbing the cliffs to get a better look and make sure it wasn’t a trap, so she was reasonably confident when she approached the crevice and called out. Hopefully, the two girls hadn’t left yet.

  “Li Suyin?” Ling Qi called, coming to a stop a few meters from the cave entrance. “Su Ling? It’s me, Ling Qi. Can I come in?”


  Her voice echoed in the ravine. There was no response save for her own words calling back to her. Should she just go in anyway?

  Then, she caught a sound from inside, the scuff of a shoe on stone, and she saw a shadow in the entrance. It soon resolved itself into Su Ling, peering warily out of the cave.

  Su Ling didn’t look great. Her gown and her skin were filthy and bloodstained, and her right hand was badly swollen, fingers wrapped with makeshift splints and bandages. Ling Qi was fairly certain the girl’s fingers were broken. The only other obvious damage was a chunk of hair missing from the right side of Su Ling’s head, making the vulpine girl’s profile uneven.

  Su Ling regarded Ling Qi tiredly, dark circles obvious under her eyes.

  “Huh. It is you. Guess jackass decided to tell you where we were,” Su Ling said without energy. She narrowed her eyes, studying Ling Qi, who was suddenly all too aware of her new garments; the new dress felt more out of place than ever. “You managed to come out on top if you can afford stuff like that.”


  “It’s a pretty powerful talisman,” Ling Qi murmured, feeling guilty and awkward. “After yesterday, I figured I’d need every advantage I can get.” It sounded like a rationalization to her own ears.

  “Tch. You won’t hear me argue that,” Su Ling replied gruffly, stiffly straightening up and spitting on the ground. “I guess you want to see Suyin, right? She’s further inside.”


  Ling Qi nodded and stepped after the girl into the narrow ‘room’ beyond the entrance to the cave. “What happened?” she asked quietly.

  “A bunch of girls decided they could use our stuff more than we could, and that we’d been too uppity,” Su Ling growled. “Not much more to it. They busted down the door barely an hour after that stupid announcement. I had told Suyin that we should just camp out that night.”


  Ling Qi clenched her fists and looked down. She had been so worried about getting her stones and getting out and then later, cashing in her winnings. Some friend she had been.

  “You were right.” Ling Qi heard Li Suyin’s voice before they rounded the corner into a larger chamber. “Trusting in civility was a mistake.”


  Her friend’s voice sounded dull and tired, and when Ling Qi saw her, she understood why. Li Suyin was seated on a flat stone platform, her shoulders sagging. The whole right side of her face was still streaked with blood, and more was crusted in her unkempt blue hair. The shoulder of her gown was torn and hanging loose, exposing a new scar on her upper arm. What really drew her eye was the makeshift patch tied over her friend’s right eye and the four jagged scars emerging from beneath it to cross her cheek and neck.

  “Shit, Li Suyin.” The girl’s name escaped from her lips unbidden as Ling Qi stepped past Su Ling and into the small chamber, which contained a scattering of things: Li Suyin’s writing case, looking cracked and battered but intact; a small stack of texts wrapped in beast hide; and some of Su Ling’s hunting gear. Ling Qi fell to her knees in front of the seated girl, checking her over for further wounds.

  “What the hell! No one is supposed to be crippling people,” Ling Qi snarled angrily.

  “It was my own fault. Or I’m sure that’s what that girl would tell anyone,” Li Suyin said bitterly. “I should have just held still while my friend was being kicked in the dirt.”


  “I coulda handled it. Wouldn’t have been the first time I’ve been stomped on a bit,” Su Ling said sullenly. “But you made the witch pay for it, didn’t you,” Su Ling added with a bit more cheer. “I even managed to light up the other two bitches’ hairs before they ran off for their friends.”


  “Yes, I did,” Li Suyin acknowledged absently, looking off into nothing. “I wonder how long it will take to fix that many burst veins……”


  Ling Qi clenched her hands so hard that she could feel her nails biting into her palms.

  “I’m sorry.” The words escaped her lips before she could think about it. “I…… I should have checked in on you guys. I’ll talk to Bai Meizhen. I’ll owe her, but I can ask her to pay for you to get your eye fixed and Su Ling’s hand……” Ling Qi was babbling as sadness and fury warred for dominance in her heart.

  “No,” Li Suyin said sharply. “I will fix it myself. I broke through in my understanding of my technique so it’s not impossible in the future. And it’s not your fault. I am not a child you need to care for – and neither is Su Ling.”


  “Yeah, I got this covered,” Su Ling grunted, waving her wrapped hand. “Suyin fixed up the rest and did a good job on this. I can sell some cores and get the healing finished up.”


  Ling Qi lowered her head, anger slowly winning out over her other emotions.

  “Fine,” she ground out. “I won’t involve Bai Meizhen. But I still want to help you. You’re my friend, Li Suyin. At least let me……” She suddenly recalled the talismans she had kept from the fight with Hong Lin and the twins. She had been intending to give them to Li Suyin and Su Ling. A thought brought the hairpin and the anklet talismans into her hands.

  “I was going to give you these anyway. They’re from my fights yesterday. I thought you two could use some talismans of your own. I wanted to thank you for helping me as much as you have so far.”


  The gifts felt kind of lame now, but as Ling Qi began to calm herself with a well-ingrained breathing exercise, she could admit that Li Suyin was right. While she might have been able to help, she wasn’t responsible for the other girl. She still wanted to stick a knife in the gut of whoever had hurt Li Suyin so much.

  For her part, Li Suyin looked conflicted as Ling Qi pressed the gift into her hands. “I – I don’t really deserve this. It…… Wouldn’t it be better if you……”


  “Just take it,” Su Ling said gruffly from over Ling Qi’s shoulders as she plucked the offered anklets, looking them over with a critical eye. “I’m done playing nice, and I can use whatever advantage I can get. ……Unless we’re gonna all tie ourselves together and never go out alone, shit like this is gonna happen. I don’t blame ya for not bein’ around.” She shrugged. “Still, thanks. You need help with something, let me know.”


  “I’ll accept it then. Thank you, Ling Qi. It’s lovely,” Li Suyin relented as she toyed with the hairpin in her hands, staring at it intently with her uncovered eye. “Thank you very much for being my friend,” she added, her voice trembling. “I don’t think I could have stayed here after this if you hadn’t……”


  As her voice choked off, Ling Qi spotted Su Ling retreating from the cave looking intensely uncomfortable. She understood why when she felt Li Suyin’s arms close around her shoulders and the girl’s tears soak into her gown. Ling Qi stiffened awkwardly as her friend hugged her and cried, not really knowing what to do beyond patting Li Suyin comfortingly on the back.

  Several awkward minutes passed that way until finally, Li Suyin’s shoulders stopped shaking and her tears stopped flowing. Voice muffled by her face pressing against Ling Qi’s chest, Li Suyin vowed, “I – I won’t be weak anymore. I’m going to destroy that girl, Xu Jia, and her friends. I won’t let them get away with this.”


  “I’ll help as much as you want me to,” Ling Qi replied quietly, rubbing a circle on the girl’s back. She added the name to the list of people who were going to regret crossing her, but she would let Li Suyin have this if she wanted it; in the end, this was her grudge far more than Ling Qi’s.

  Threads 43 Justice 4

  Ling Qi felt the familiar fluctuation in the radiant qi emanating from Cai Renxiang’s blazing sword, the unstoppable pulse that could tear up even the roots laid down by her Thousand Rings Unbreaking. So as the upward slash launched the Bai up and back, hurtling backward through the air with his guard broken, she was prepared. Almost without thought, she followed up on her liege’s attack.

  She flickered through the sky, carrying with her the corona of winter cold and the echoes of the frozen melody passed down to her from Zeqing. Behind them, the fading phantoms of her festival howled a cheer and raised their cups even as they wavered and faded into twinkling light and moonmist. Her enemy felt the chill of her presence first and tried to twist in the air, but the momentum of her liege’s attack was not yet spent, trapping him in its trajectory.

  Ling Qi’s hands grasped his shoulders, and for a single moment that seemed to stretch on far longer, she met his golden eyes, so much like those of her best friend, as he half-turned his head. The Call to Ending fell from her lips. It was not so much a note or a melody as its opposite, a deafening, all-consuming silence impressed upon the world.

  The insidious chill of the Hoarfrost Refrain in his blood flared up and his skin split open, weeping half-frozen blood. His veins burst and his lungs contracted in the impossible cold. She saw his eyes mist over with crystals of frost. Sharp spikes of stony qi erupted from his back, his last wild retaliation slamming into her chest. It threw her back, and she caught herself as it flung her to earth, skidding backward on her heels and digging furrows in the earth as his frozen, stiff-limbed form flew overhead, no longer resisting the force of her liege’s technique.

  The wound in her side throbbed, the burning pain penetrating the veil of adrenaline and enhancing techniques, and Ling Qi felt Sixiang begin to weakly whisper something, but she had no time to listen. She had barely a moment to turn as she heard the sound of tearing roots and a mental roar of hate and anguish. Several tons of furious snake slammed into her raised arms and drove her into the dirt. She tried to flicker away but found herself unable to, shackles of black earth bound her to the physical world as she strained to push back against the blunt reptilian snout plowing her into the bleached dirt. Rock and sediment parted beneath her, sharp edges ground against her back and wore at even the steel-strong threads of her gown. The wound in her side screamed, and something in her right forearm splintered as the world blurred by outside the meters-deep furrow in the earth being plowed by her body.

  It ended when a ray of light fell from the sky like the wrath of the heavens and brought her assailant to an immediate halt. As Ling Qi’s movement came to a halt, her fingers digging into hard packed and inert earth to halt her momentum, she saw the light fade, revealing Cai Renxiang kneeling atop the thrashing snake’s head, her blade driven down to the hilt in its skull. Tendrils of light, taut as cables, dug into the earth on either side, the anchors that had halted the beast’s momentum.

  Ling Qi rose to her feet, gritting her teeth as she clutched her throbbing forearm. Though the limb remained straight, she could feel the break in the bone, shards digging into the surrounding muscle. The wound in her side burned fiercely as well, but it did not spread further, the poison inert or……

  Ling Qi hissed in alarm, even as her eyes darted back and forth across the battlefield, searching for signs of threat.

  her muse laughed weakly.

  “Ling Qi, do you require assistance?” Her eyes snapped over to Cai Renxiang as the girl stood. There was a wet sucking sound and a spray of blood as she stood, drawing her saber out of the skull she had sheathed it in. Not a droplet touched her, the liquid boiling off before it could mark Cai’s gown or skin.

  As Ling Qi forced herself to return her breathing to a stable pattern, she looked inward in alarm. Sixiang was still there, diminished, reduced in a way that was hard to describe, but the poison seemed to have run its course in both of them. “I’ll keep,” she replied shakily. “I…… I got him?”


  “You did,” Cai Renxiang said, floating off of the still-twitching corpse under her feet. Her right arm was covered in ugly acid-like burns, the skin darkened and split open in bloodless gashes, but she showed no signs of pain, save for an almost imperceptible tremble in the fingers clenched around her sword’s hilt. Ling Qi followed her gaze back toward the start of the furrow she had made in the earth where a tangle of stiff limbs jutted up at odd angles from a pockmark in the bleached earth.

  Ling Qi felt her vision swim, and her stomach contract. She tasted acid in the back of her throat. She’d killed him, and he hadn’t even been the first, had he? It was funny. She knew she had caused many deaths indirectly, and she knew she had done so much harm in the time before. But she’d really outdone herself today, hadn’t she? It had seemed like nothing in the moment, no more than reacting to an advantage in a duel, but how many people’s lives had she ended today?

  Ling Qi felt her balance desert her, and for a moment, the dirt beckoned. Something caught her though, and she looked up to see Cai Renxiang as the girl’s unburned arm slipped around her shoulders. Most of her light had faded, and Ling Qi found herself surprised out of her thoughts as she saw the look of unreserved sadness on the heiress’ face.

  “Come along then. It is time to carry out the duties of victory,” the other girl said quietly. “Hold yourself together for a time yet. The violence is over, but the battle continues.”


  Ling Qi understood distantly what Cai Renxiang meant. They still had to oversee the return to the village. She laughed, and it was a hollow sounding thing.

  Hadn’t Xiulan told her all the way back at the beginning? Appearance was strength as well. She nodded and forced her wobbling legs straight and the bile in her throat back down. That could come later.

  She could not bring herself to speak much in the aftermath despite that. Instead, she fell back on her old standby, copying her best friend’s aloof and distant manner, clutching to it like a desperate mask even as her emotions churned underneath. She allowed it to crack for Zhengui, wrapping his gigantic head in a hug as he worried over her wounds and stewed in regret that he hadn’t been able to help more. Hanyi needed no reassurances, skipping away from the battlefield like a child coming home from the park.

  The soldiers regarded her with a wary respect as they loaded up the surviving bandits onto open wagons which came rolling up sometime later. The armored woman had been stripped of her talismans and bound in chains of clear crystal that glowed with powerful formations in her senses, but the spindly man lay dead in the dirt, his eyes empty. She watched him dragged into a pile with the rest of the dead as she sat stoically under the ministrations of the nervous physician that had accompanied the wagons.

  As her arm was splinted and the wound on her side dressed, she watched the dead burn in a pyre of unnaturally hot flame born from talismans carried by the soldiers. She watched as a man with a jangling staff like Xuan Shi’s marched around the pyre, murmuring prayers and planting golden sutra scrolls on the hastily raised posts that marked the boundary of the pyre. Bandits deserved no honor, but the potential danger of angry spirits still needed to be contained.

  The Bai was not among those burned. His remains were sealed away until it was decided what needed to be done with them. For once, Ling Qi found that she had no interest in a defeated foe’s gear.

  She barely found herself able to care about the tablet of white jade containing her arts. She browsed listlessly through them as the soldiers did their grisly work. There were many arts within, most in the first and second realm, the sort of things necessary to get a family started. Ling thought that she would have to work with her mother to see which cultivation art fit her best. There were a handful of potential arts for her that she would have to study later when she could concentrate. The Cai had truly been generous in putting together such a comprehensive and no doubt expensive art library for her. This alone would probably ensure that her family and descendants, if alive, could maintain a Baroness rank.

  It was a relief when an enclosed carriage finally rolled up to take her and Cai Renxiang back, along with the most important of the stolen items.

  As the door of the carriage clicked shut and the frame flashed white, activating the privacy arrays laid throughout the structure, Ling Qi finally allowed herself to fall to her side with a thump on the long, padded bench. Zhengui and Hanyi were still outside; she could feel the rumble of his footsteps. Cai Renxiang sat across from Ling Qi, her arm swathed in bandages arrayed as perfectly as the poor army physician could manage.

  “What are they going to do with the rest of the bandits?” Ling Qi asked.

  “I think you know,” Cai Renxiang said, her hands folded in her lap. The black-sheathed saber lying across her knees purred like a contented cat. “The sentence for banditry is death.”


  Ling Qi nodded faintly, not sitting up. The splint on her arm was stiff and uncomfortable. She would be glad to get it off after they got back to a larger settlement with more medical resources. Ling Qi couldn’t help but be bitter at the thought. She really had changed, hadn’t she? No wonder she had been able to act so easily.

  “It is always a shame when lives end, but we do not live in so kind a world that it can be avoided,” Cai Renxiang said, as if hearing her thoughts. “You did your duty well.”


  “I suppose I did,” Ling Qi said. It was amazing how fast things could change. How long ago the whimsical trip with the moon sisters seemed now. She thought of dirty streets and lives ruined. What difference was there between her and a bandit, save scale?

  “Why are you so unbothered? Did your mother have you kill someone already under her watchful eye?” She knew that was cruel and unfair, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

  “I have watched many executions,” Cai Renxiang admitted, absently running her fingers along the sheath of her saber with her eyes downcast. “And I have seen the deaths wrought by waste and corruption. But today is the first day that I have taken human life with my own hands.”


  “Then why? Do they just not matter because of who they were?” Ling Qi shot back.

  “They matter, and their victims matter, and the soldiers matter,” Cai Renxiang replied sharply. “I am calm because I know that I have been responsible for uncountable deaths, merely because of who I am. I am the heir to Cai. Every man or woman dead to bandits, every executed criminal, every soldier, and every person who has met their end to privation or carelessness under my family’s rule is my responsibility. It does not matter if their end came at the stroke of a pen, a headsman’s axe, or burned away by my light. The blood is on my hands all the same. That is what it means to be a ruler.”


  “That’s a little arrogant, isn’t it?” Ling Qi asked. “Even your mother can’t be everywhere. People make their own choices, no matter who is in charge at the top.”


  “Of course they do. Yet every choice they make is informed by the society we build. We who rule construct, shape, and execute the systems under which our people live their lives and make their choices. If our people are slain by foes, it is because we did not protect them. If they starve, it is because we have not provided for them. If they turn to crime, it is because we have failed to provide a virtuous path on which they can live.”


  “It’s not that simple,” Ling Qi said, finally sitting up. “Even perfectly comfortable people will do evil things.”


  “Perhaps that is true of some petty crimes and acts of passion,” Cai Renxiang said steadily. “But near a hundred men and women do not turn bandit without the pressure of a ruler’s failings. The world does not allow us to have mercy for bandits, but the world does not need to be one where bandits exist. The world is far from that state. To protect those who you come to rule, you will be forced to confront your failures and the failures of your neighbors. But you must remember. We can improve. The world is ours to shape, and just as vice arises from vice, virtue arises from virtue.”


  Ling Qi clenched her fist, remembering staring eyes and frozen limbs. She remembered a dream and bloodstained fangs. “How can you be so confident? If it’s all down to failure of the ones who rule, do you think that you’re better than all the ones who came before?”


  “I think that I may only strive as high as I do because of their successes,” her liege replied, and Ling Qi remembered a veiled spirit, speaking wistfully of packed streets as if they were an accomplishment in and of themselves. “This is not a goal that can be obtained in one person’s lifetime, even a cultivator’s. We must act……” Cai Renxiang paused then, furrowing her brows.

  “Cai Renxiang?” Ling Qi asked, forgetting in the moment to use her title.

  “I have perhaps realized something,” Cai Renxiang said distractedly. “Regardless, Ling Qi, you acted to defend and avenge our people today. However painful you found it afterward, you did not hesitate when it mattered. I know more surely than ever that I did not choose wrongly in extending my offer to you. The path I have chosen is not one that can be walked alone. No matter how I strive or how strong I grow, the world will not bend to one woman’s will. Not for long.”


  “I think I understand,” Ling Qi said quietly. To change things, for better or for worse, one had to be prepared to fight. They had been reactive today, but in the future, that would not always be true.

  “If that is so, I will ask you again,” Cai Renxiang said seriously. She met Ling Qi’s eyes unwaveringly. “If your answer has changed, then I will find you another task that is not so onerous. Will you continue to support me, Ling Qi?”


  Ling Qi lowered her hand to the wound in her side. She knew that the men she had killed today would not have hesitated to kill her in turn. She thought of a burning pyre consuming the dishonored dead. She thought of the new graves being dug outside the sacked village and the ruined fields that she knew would leave hungry bellies come winter. She thought of Tonghou’s miserable streets and the eyesore of a brothel in which she had once dwelled. She thought of brutal guards and gangs and nights spent in the cold. She hated it all.

  She couldn’t forget the sickness that she felt as the results of her actions had caught up with her. She hated that feeling too, just as she had hated the taste of blood in her mouth after the Bloody Moon’s dream. If it was possible to make such things unnecessary……

  She would just have to try.

  “Yes.”