Eternal Splendor, Endless Silence

The eldest prince of the Murong Dynasty is the most beautiful man in the world. He’s a notorious playboy, forever frequenting the pleasure quarters and attracting admirers. He’s also a spoiled wastrel who whips elderly court officials. And he’s heartless, discarding his favorite concubines without a second thought. Yet who knows that behind his heartlessness lies a true heart: “delicate as carved jade, too deep a love to endure, born of love and ruined by love.” Who knows that behind his wastrel ways he carries the grief of the Eastern Palace’s destruction? Born a beauty capable of captivating a city, she has spent more than a decade disguised as a man. So flirtatious, so heartless, she simply cannot afford to love. If I can’t have any handsome men, can’t I at least touch them? But... why does your man-eating flower keep chasing me, Your Highness? “What? I touched you? I’ve touched so many flowers, how am I supposed to know which one you are?” (I promise this is absolutely a one-on-one romance, with deep love and touching moments, but no heavy angst. To be clear, this is not a story where the heroine has a built-in golden finger!)