After Fleeing My Wedding, I Became a Sensation in the Capital with My Storytelling

After escaping a den of horrors, she hides her beauty and keeps her talents under wraps, becoming the capital's most mysterious storyteller.

In the teahouse, her tongue is a blade and her words are a sword. She weaves every secret case and piece of evidence into a tale, and every performance brings a powerful figure crashing down in disgrace!

Just as she thinks she has fooled everyone, the capital's most unhinged Seventh Prince corners her against a wall, his eyes filled with a sick obsession. His voice hoarse, he says, “Your stories are for the world to hear. But you belong to me alone.”

**A brilliant storyteller × a twisted, scheming prince

**Face-slapping, power struggles, secret-identity hijinks