The Capital's Most Sought-After Man, Yet He Only Attracts Women

A Luo grew up doing odd jobs in a pleasure house. One day, she was kidnapped by a human trafficker and sent to work as a palace maid. A lowly pruner in the imperial garden, her goal in life was to make it to twenty-five, collect her payout, and leave the palace to open a little flower shop.

Until one day, she slipped and fell into an icy lake. After she was hauled out, a deadly fragrance began to emanate from her.

The scent attracted butterflies and bees.

Most of all, it attracted women.

The pleasure house's dazzling star tore up her ten-thousand-tael contract of redemption, her eyes red-rimmed as she said, "Come with me. I'll play the qin only for you. The palace can't keep you here."

A dignified, proper married embroiderer, eyes red from sleepless nights, stitched a bodice that fit A Luo perfectly and secretly slipped it into her hands. "This... is only fit for you."

The elegant, refined daughter of the Minister of Rites reads poetry with A Luo, then lifts her chin with a jade fan. "I'll take you as my wife. All this is your dowry."

Even the palace descended into chaos.

A gentle, virtuous consort slipped her a tear-stained handkerchief in the dead of night. "Sister, where on earth does that fragrance of yours come from...?"

At the victory banquet, the proud, bewitching Western Regions dancer rumored to steal a general's soul twirled, her golden bells ringing crisply. She tucked a flower with an exotic, warm fragrance into A Luo's hair. "A Luo, this flower is a perfect match for you..."

And Li Zhaoyi, plump and radiant, the one most cherished by the empress, simply dismissed everyone else and pulled A Luo into her arms. "Dear sister, how is it that you make people want to get close to you so badly?"

Lately, even the cold, gorgeous princess, so devoted to quiet contemplation that she stargazes from the observatory, has been looking at her strangely.

A Luo clutches herself and trembles. Help! Why does she only attract women?!

All she wants is to keep her head down, but this fragrance plays dirty: the more nervous she gets, the stronger it becomes. Wherever she goes, every flower pales, and women go mad for her.

Something is wrong with this harem. The way they look at her seems almost electric.

Terrified out of her wits, A Luo writes eighteen applications to be transferred to the Cold Palace to sweep the floors, all in one night.

But Li Zhaoyi secretly meddles, and the applications sink without a trace. She wants to keep A Luo by her side.

A Luo trembles with fear, treading carefully as she smells the strange fragrance on herself and desperately tries to remember when and where she could have attracted all these women, who should never have crossed paths with her.

She hasn't! Not at all! She's just a flower pruner!

A Luo is so terrified by all the lesbians that she faints. With no choice, she packs her things and climbs over the palace wall to escape in the middle of the night.

But A Luo can only ever belong to all women.

She runs off to the countryside, only to be seduced by a widow.

Psst. They say that from the capital to the countryside, all the women are flocking to one young girl.

[Reading Guide]

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