“The good of China,” she repeated. The phrase tasted like ash. She had once believed in orders without question. Then she had dressed as a man, climbed a mountain of corpses, and learned that honor was not always found in obedience.
“Not the treaty,” Mulan said. “The men you’re being sent to. Do you love them?” Mulan 2
“What would you have me do?” he asked. “Start a war to prevent a peace?” “The good of China,” she repeated
Shang’s jaw tightened. “The Emperor gave us an order. For the good of China.” “The good of China
She dismounted, walked to the princesses’ carriage, and opened the door.
