A Full Moon Over the Tower

She transmigrated through time and met a proud, aloof man. She had no desire to become the secondary consort everyone envied; all she wanted was one heart to stay with her until their hair turned white. But she had no idea that their fates had been bound together long ago. Someone: “Are you playing hard to get? With your family background, becoming my secondary consort would already be an honor. What more could you want?” The woman: “I find you disgusting.” Someone: “Women who want to be my secondary consort are as numerous as carp crossing the river. What do you have against it?” The woman: “Seventh Prince, I’m only twelve!”