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Endlich wieder ein gutes Band :P Also ganz ehrlich, Daddy und Daddy2 und Jinshi in Verkleidung sind doch schon Grund genug, oder? Hinzu kommt noch ein Rätsel, was nicht im Hinterhof gelöst wird, sondern wo ganz anders hinführt. Der frische Wind bekommt der Serie sehr gut.

Three Kings and a Princess

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Note: For those who have been following The Moon’s Hindmost Wound, this story takes place between chapters 11 and 12, before the debriefing.

When Mao got out of the carriage, she was exhausted. The events of the last two days had been draining. First, there was the Mushroom Princess, and then the attempted assassination of the Moon Prince. Everything turned out fine in the end, but Mao would rather live a peaceful life away from royalty and people with wind in their heads.

Speaking of people who were touched, she sighed. The Mad Frank was standing in front of a neighboring brothel, shouting about a guiding star, gifts, and three kings.

At least he wasn’t raving about the end of times. Some of the younger girls got worked up over that. They hadn’t learned yet that someone was always predicting the end of the world. Sometimes, their followers gathered to celebrate when the event was to occur. She had heard of one group that drank poisoned fruit juice when the world failed to end. They were either the Jonesites or the Seven Stars Approach.

Never mind. She was going to get some rest and enjoy her spoils.

“He’s at it again,” said Ukyou, Verdigris House’s bouncer, greeting her.

“Very,” she replied.

“You look tired. I’ll try to steer Madam away from you if she comes looking.”

She nodded in thanks, thinking, “A fool’s errand. Grams is unstoppable, especially if someone tries to deter her.”

She made her way to the shack she called home when she wasn’t at the palace. Luomen was out, which she was glad about. It meant she could do as she pleased.

Before going to sleep, she wanted to look over her treasures. First was the small pot of poison she had received from the assassin. Then came the mushrooms and herbs she had gathered. Of those, the best were the windhead mushrooms and bugbane berries. She carefully put the lemony deathcaps aside.

On second thought, though, she hid them. No point in risking someone eating them or a lecture from Luomen. She wouldn’t sample them, no matter how tempting. And finally, the three roasted #quail she had snagged coming back.

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#TheMoonsHindMostWound 11. Mercy by Moonlight 2/2

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She paused, letting the woman think, then resumed, “You don’t have to tell me who your master is, but I must know what the poison contains. Tell me, and the arrow is yours.”

[Conclusion next Week in "Moon Rise]

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Mao pondered the woman she’d just met. There was something very affable about her, windy thoughts and all. What kind of husband or father would let her wander around? For her own safety, they should lock her up before she poisoned herself or turned her brain to barley porridge.

Something this long #carriage trip threatened to do to her. It was a mystery why she had been summoned. One minute she was sorting medical supplies, and the next moment, Dr. Lu told her she had a quarter of an incense stick’s worth of time to prepare for a trip.

They should have inspected the carriage instead of rushing her. Losing a wheel had cost them more time than they had gained by hurrying her.

It was late when the wagon pulled into a dark, ill-kept inn. Even in the dark, Mao could see that the incident that had required traveling to the country was bigger than she’d imagined. A dozen soldiers stood around looking solemn. Her breath caught in her throat. They were Jinshi’s guards. Had he been ambushed, fallen ill, been poisoned?

There was no point in speculating; she would find out soon enough.

Ignoring protocol, Mao jumped out of the carriage, almost running into Basen, who had hurried to meet it.

“Come, you’re late,” he said by way of greeting. She wanted to protest that it wasn’t her fault; instead, she focused on what was important: “What’s going…?”

Basen didn’t let her finish. “Not here. I’ll explain inside.” His voice was tight, and his brow furrowed with worry lines that reminded her of his father’s.

Dodging unsavory objects #mashed into the muddy ground, she struggled to keep up with Basen as he crossed the courtyard. It wasn’t until they reached the door that she could try again. “He’s not dead…?”

Basen cut off again. “Not here, Niangniang. Soon.”

So what did she know? When they called for her, Jinshi couldn’t have been dead yet. No one needs an apothecary for a corpse. The same logic held now. The rush meant he was still alive. But why her? Poison was the only reason she could think of, unless the Moon Prince wished to say something to her before he died. That was an eventuality she wasn’t prepared to deal with, nor was she ready to confront the feelings it aroused.

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Band 12 schließt gleich zu beginn die Story von Band 11 ab. Maomaos bedenken zur Blutlinie des Kaisers vertiefen sich. Und genau dies ist auch das Thema von diesem Band. Doch wie steht eigentlich Jinshi dazu, oder der derzeitige Kaiser? Neue Fragen stellen sich und suchen Antworten. Band 11 war spannend und schade zugleich, denn vieles bleibt weiterhin offen!