Summary
Ever since I was little, I could dream of the Male Bodhisattva-and every wish I made to him came true.
I told the Male Bodhisattva I wanted candied hawthorn.
When my father returned from court, he came home carrying a skewer someone had given him.
I told the Male Bodhisattva I wanted to study.
Not two days later, a girls’ school opened next door and began taking students for free.
I told the Male Bodhisattva I wanted to choose a good husband.
The very next day, an imperial decree making me a consort was delivered to my house.
Only… why did the Young Emperor look exactly like the Male Bodhisattva from my dreams?
The Young Emperor lifted his chin, looking insufferably smug.
“Didn’t you ask for the best husband under heaven?”
“That’s me.”