Summary
Chapter 0 The Young Marquis loved pleasures of the bedchamber more than anything. Whenever the noble young ladies of the capital saw him, they wished they could take a detour just to avoid him. When the imperial decree bestowing the marriage came down, my legitimate elder sister fainted on the spot. After she woke, she glared at me with her phoenix eyes, gritted her teeth, and pointed straight at me. “Fine, I’ll marry him-but she will serve the Young Marquis!” And just like that, I became a humble, lowly dowry maid. That night, smelling the faint, strange fragrance drifting from my own body, I smiled. They had no idea. You see, I also had a certain unspeakable proclivity of my own.