One morning, modern master perfumer Su Muxi wakes up to find she has become the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Jing’an in the Southern Xia Dynasty.
The good news: She’s highborn, beautiful, and has top-tier perfumery skills.
The bad news: It’s hell mode from the start! Her father ignores her and treats her like a decoration, her stepmother is a hypocritical smiling tiger, her younger sister is a white lotus who causes trouble every day, the original owner just drowned under suspicious circumstances, and her fiancé is a shameless scumbag who can’t stay faithful!
Su Muxi: ??? That’s it? You call this household intrigue?
Watching her stepmother’s clumsy attempt to frame her, Su Muxi nearly laughs out loud. “Sorry, but this trick wouldn’t even get you past the opening credits of a modern palace-intrigue drama.”
When her half-sister launches into a weepy attack, Su Muxi casually produces a bottle of her custom “Wake Up and Clear Your Head” scented lotion. “You look lovely when you cry, little sister. Though those dark circles are a bit heavy. Want me to put something on them for you?” The little white lotus turns pale with fright.
And as for that scumbag ex-fiancé? Su Muxi tears up their engagement contract in front of everyone. “Young Master Zhao, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why cling to this weed when I’ve already decided you’re not worth it? The door’s that way. Don’t let it hit you on the way out!”
Building a career is a must! The scented balms, perfumes, and medicinal cosmetics she whips up are snapped up by the wealthy ladies and young misses of the capital. Her Fragrance Pavilion opens branches across the land, and silver comes pouring into her pockets.
But why does the rumored War Prince, ruthless and powerful enough to dominate the court, keep “happening” to pass by her? And why does he keep staring at her with those deep eyes, as if he wants to pull her right into them?
Su Muxi (backing away warily): “Your Highness, men and women should keep their distance.”
Xiao Jue (closing in step by step): “Oh? Then who was it in my arms that night…”
Su Muxi:
