Yu Hwa-cheon, the eldest daughter of a powerful family, despises concubines more than anything.
And now she is to be married to the Eighth Prince, as good as the future emperor.
Aren’t emperors, then as now, a damned breed who pile up concubines into mountain upon mountain?
She never wanted to give her heart to a man who would surely take in a whole crowd of them.
“Hwa-cheon.”
He calls her name with needless tenderness.
“Like the one-winged birds of heaven, like the entwined branches of earth, let us live together in harmony.”
He spouts pleasant-sounding nonsense.
“No matter what you say, I don’t trust you, Your Highness.”
Does he think I don’t know about those mountains upon mountains of concubines?
All smooth words, acting as though I’m the only one he has,
when in the end he’ll stack a harem up like a tower. That’s what he’ll do, so…
“My husband.”
“Pardon?”
“Not ‘Your Highness.’ You should call me ‘my husband.'”
He smiles broadly, his face beautiful beyond compare.
What on earth is this man doing to me?
