He was a disgraced prince. In the eyes of outsiders, he was no good at either letters or martial arts. The seventh prince was famous for only one thing: his reputation with women.
A palace retreat in the western suburbs bore the sign “Pavilion of Misty Fragrance.” Rumor had it that the seventh prince kept a whole crowd of concubines there, each one a peerless beauty with a bewitching figure. They could leave anyone spellbound, though all outsiders could do was fantasize and gaze from afar.
The seventh prince seemed to enjoy a life of pleasure, but he lived a double life. Though he had barely survived the palace intrigues, his heart already belonged to someone.
She was the daughter of the prime minister and a candidate to become the crown prince’s consort, yet she had her heart set on becoming the seventh prince’s wife. She gave up her chance to enter the Eastern Palace and ruined her own reputation just to marry into the Pavilion of Misty Fragrance, only to stumble upon a royal secret and discover a whole other world.
