That night, she shed off the image of a young maiden’s immaturity, forming a ripple in the deepest parts of the Cold Palace…
That day, she kneeled before him begging for mercy. She didn’t want anything. She only wanted to leave the palace and become an ordinary girl….
A bunch of elegant and good looking heavenly princes. A lowly palace maid with a mind as calm as still water.
If they were to meet, would it be an encounter like dewdrops and the autumn wind or would it be a lament of a country…
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Their meeting is a legend in itself. On the wedding night of the crown prince, she is raped by the drunk third prince. And his entanglement is like the haze above the palace that she can never get rid of. He can manipulate the court, but he cannot control her heart. Is their meeting a blessing or a curse?