Meeting an Old Friend
The protests that came from my servants made my head ache.
"Your Highness, how can you go off into war?" Qin was shouting in a whisper as I tugged my armour tight over my chest.
I was going in men's clothes; as was Nian Qu. We would be part of Zheng's team of 'close guards'.
Yi Liang had been instructed to join the team of 'close guards', though neither Zheng nor Nian Qu had given him a proper glance since he had slipped his way into the formation.
I had my father's dagger sheathed by my hip, having polished it well before leaving the Palace.
Having forgotten something, I doubled back after successfully sneaking out of the West Hall without my servants knowing.
My thoughtless act had gotten me caught by my three servants, who were staring at me as though I was a ghost once they realised what I was dressed as.
My hands, which were sifting through the vanity drawers for the handkerchief I had embroidered to tie on Zheng's sword, found the piece of cloth.