Everyone says she's the most obedient, honest little maid in the household, always keeping her head down and never daring to raise her voice. But only she knows that, in the secret chamber late that night, she had carefully plotted everything and forced herself on the aloof, taciturn chief minister, the most powerful man in the land.
After that night together, he didn't know who she was or what she looked like. He remembered only a blurred silhouette, and an obsession took root in his heart. As political turmoil mounted, he searched everywhere for the mysterious woman from that night, scouring the great families for noble daughters, but found nothing. He regarded the lowly, inconspicuous maid beside him with cold eyes, thinking her timid and meek. He never once suspected her.
She stayed by his side every day, guarding a secret so shocking it could cost her life. She played the part of a docile maid while secretly trembling with fear. Then one day, the truth came crashing into the open. The usually cool and restrained powerbroker's eyes widened in shock as he clutched her wrist, his voice hoarse and trembling: “So... the woman who has been by my side every night, the one who took me, was you?”
