THE UNTAMED meets THE CRUEL PRINCE—
Lanyu is the charming, shameless, brothel-hopping son of a powerful family in Tianhua. When the Emperor orders Lanyu’s little sister to become his concubine, Lanyu is terrified she’ll lose her life to treacherous palace politics. Desperate, he arms himself with rouges, dresses as a woman, and takes her place to sabotage the union.
But Lanyu miscalculates and, in disguise, is forced to marry the uptight Third Prince instead, sweeping him into a vicious struggle for the throne wherein his morally righteous spouse is the worst contender. If Lanyu’s to survive, he must outwit the court’s sharpest players and lift his husband onto the throne—without getting caught in his deception.
His world was red. It was the sort of red that came not with blood but with weddings. The crimson bridal veil draped over his face made sure of that. Tradition meant for it to be lifted only by a husband’s hand.
Lanyu’s fingers clenched his red brocaded lap, swaying with the motions of the palanquin.
Trumpets blared around him. Firecrackers spat. And somewhere amongst the clip-clop of hooves carrying the ninety-six men making up the imperial wedding procession, the groom perched, high and cold, above his stallion. The groom. His groom.
Lanyu had never been one to picture his wedding day, but even if he had, this wasn’t something he could ever have imagined for himself. To be the bride. Not merely an imposter but also a man. He’d be dead within the day if his new husband realised. Throat cut. Corpse flayed. And his head returned to his father, who’d burn it for shaming their family name.
Deceiving the Emperor was not a survivable transgression. Lanyu knew this. And yet…
He would spare his sister from this wretched marriage.
The veil lifted.