Lucy looked at the people in the room quietly. The lanterns kept the room warm and bright, yet there was a cold in the air. Every one before her, held an aura that would cower men, hot of blood and stone of heart. Still, they held answers to questions that plagued her.
"Why is my hair black?" Lucy asked and the grand dowager empress laughed.
"This is what I know happened; your mother had written me after your birth and said, when you were born, she had made sure only Nanny Han was in the room. Nanny Han had learnt how to deliver children in preparation for that day. They had it all planned; the dye they were to use on your hair, and it all. But your father heard your first cry and barged in before they could put it on you. In a haste, Nanny Han who was holding you, poured the unmixed por
