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Rong Ting has served in government for nine years.
Somehow, she has become the sweetheart of the entire court.
It began when a young superior in her department caught sight of blood on her sleeve. In a moment of danger, she threw herself into his arms, never expecting to make those usually impassive eyes... blaze with passion.
From then on, spring rain fell without end, and all things flourished.
The dim silver moon of a foreign land revered her as a goddess; the iron-fisted official seated in the grand hall held her in the palm of his hand; the gentle prince praised by all cried himself hoarse, begging her to stay in the golden palace...
The court was full of handsome young men, and seeing them every day, she somehow got entangled with them all. It had never been her intention.
No fine wine in the world could intoxicate like love.
The long road of public service took its toll on her, and she had only meant to drink away her worries.
Who could have guessed the gentlemen would get even more drunk, each wanting her all to himself?
This is bad... I'll take a few days off and hide first.
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Listen: Yin. It means “the look of someone smiling.” (From the Shuowen Jiezi.)
* A great beauty who loves herself most.
* A fictional harem drama set in an imaginary world, written on a keyboard that has gone haywire.
* “Prince” refers to a son of the emperor in this blurb.
[2022.9.22]
[2025.9.22]
Theme: Live according to your own preferences.
