Chapter 2: Terms and Conditions

The tea was good. The conversation was not going as well.

"My reasons are my own," said General Zhao, which was exactly what someone said when their reasons were complicated and they did not want to explain them.

"Fine," said Ruoxi. She had her own reasons she was not explaining. "Then we have that in common. The terms are simple — we are seen together in public enough times to establish the impression of a genuine attachment. You attend two family dinners. I attend one military function. After three months, we announce an amicable separation due to incompatible temperaments."

"Incompatible temperaments," he repeated.

"It is accurate. I have read your file."

He raised an eyebrow. "You read my military file."

"I read everything relevant before negotiating. You are methodical, direct, allergic to flattery, and known for completing every task you undertake without exception." She met his gaze. "I need someone who will not change their mind."

Something moved in his expression — too brief to catch. "And in return?"

"Name your price."

"I don't want money."

"Then what?"

He was quiet for a long time, looking into his tea. When he finally spoke, his voice was even, careful, giving nothing away. "My younger sister needs a teacher. Someone who can prepare her for court life — etiquette, politics, how to read a room. I was told you were the best."

Ruoxi blinked. Of all the things she had expected, that was not one of them.

"Your sister," she said.

"She's fifteen. She's brilliant. And she is completely unprepared for what this court will do to her if she enters it unprotected." He looked up. "Teach her. Properly. That is my price."

Ruoxi looked at him for a long moment. A general who worried about his sister. Interesting.

"Deal," she said.