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As always, a night together solely out of “duty.”
This time too, it was supposed to be a cold and emotionless encounter.
But because of the scented sachet a concerned maid had sewn into Queen Soyeong’s undergarments,
the situation takes an unexpected turn.
King Sihyeon, always as cold and rational as a blade of frost,
begins to draw closer to the center of the flower
like a thirsty beast,
like a male intoxicated by a sweet scent.
—“Truly, I didn’t expect Her Majesty the Queen to put in so much effort.”
—“In return for that effort, tonight I shall play along with you.”
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