"I don't need the title of Empress. The Court's not going to agree anyway. Let me go to war with you instead. I'll dress up as a man if I have to."
My mind moved quickly, trying to find the best solution to this stalemate we were at.
I wasn't going to let myself fester in the Palace, awaiting news of my husband at war.
Praying that he would be alive. Dealing with useless concerns and unbending rules of decorum to keep up some semblance of normalcy.
I couldn't deal with it. Yan Qing would have rejected even the thought of such a proposal.
Had being in the Palace forced me into a box?
Beyond the risk of losing my sanity, I was aware that there was no way Zheng's mother would be willing to let me live in the Palace in peace. She hated me.
If she could plan out such a foolproof way for her ascent onto the Dowager's throne, she could kill me if she so wanted.
