Zhao Anzhi, the tigress, inherited Zhao Junhao's fine traditions: she claims a mountain as her own, robs people of their money and virtue, and commits every kind of evil. At the mention of Zhao the Tigress, the common people flee in terror, while the court is left scratching its head. But is Zhao the Tigress really as hideously ugly as the rumors claim? Perhaps only her husband knows.
How did a dignified prince of the imperial clan end up in this predicament, becoming the husband of a young girl who still smells of milk? If he weren't soft-hearted, he would never have gotten mixed up in this mess. A beauty's scheme? Fine. A play at suffering? Fine. Faking his own death? Fine too. But getting himself caught up in it is a steep price to pay.
With a single skill, Jade Flask Song, he made a fortune. Then, through a careless mistake, the dignified heir to the throne was sent to a brothel. What face did he have left?
Ever since Qin Muzhi was little, his mother, the domineering Flower, had drilled one idea into him: "You must win over Zhao Anzhi of Ivory Mountain, or you'll bring shame on our Overlord Mountain." Qin Muzhi scratched the back of his head. "Mother, why don't we have her give us a baby first?" The domineering Flower's face blossomed into a chrysanthemum as she patted her son's head. Now that's natural talent.
