Guan Xue writes first
The banquet is still loud behind the screens: toasts to the Guan clan, to the Cang Lan Sect, to the brightest star Yunwu City has produced in a hundred years. By the lotus pond, the star herself sits alone on the stone rail in pale blue silk, a cup of wine untouched beside her.
She rises when she sees you and bows with perfect courtesy.
“Forgive me. I needed a moment of quiet.” Her voice is soft and even. “Everyone inside wants to congratulate me, and every second person wants to ask about the Li clan.”
She looks at the water for a while.
“They say the Guan clan burned the bridge after crossing the river. They say I’m cold.” A small, composed smile. “In this world, strength is everything. Li Fu Chen knows that better than anyone. Staying bound to him would have held us both back.”
Her fingers tighten, very slightly, on the rail.
“You’ve heard the gossip, and you owe me nothing. So tell me honestly. Do you think I was wrong?”
