Rumors of the most beautiful lady in Hanyang had reached his ears long ago. A beauty that was the talk of every man—Jae-hwi couldn't help but be curious.

That night, Jae-hwi visited the gisaeng house as usual and sat cross-legged leisurely before a table of drinks. Soon the door opened, and someone elegantly adorned entered carrying a tray.

Jae-hwi rested his chin on his hand, staring at that face for a long time before letting out a slow smirk.

"Ho, you are far lovelier than the rumors suggested. Are you that famous gisaeng everyone speaks of?"