“I’m enlisting as a concubine-pilot.” His jaw slackens. “For which pilot?” I open my mouth, but I can’t spit out that bastard’s name. “For him.” He searches my eyes. “For Yang Guang?” I nod, all warmth gone from my face. “Zetian, he killed your sister!” “That’s why I’m going.” I fling Yizhi’s hands away and slide a long wooden hairpin out of my rag-wrapped hair bun. “I’m going to be his beautiful, sultry concubine. And then—” I yank the hairpin apart, revealing the sharp point within, “I’m going to rip his throat open in his sleep.”
