In Korea, where the imperial family still stood, only those called “Muhwa” were able to bear the emperor’s child. Regardless of gender, age, or education, there was only one requirement to become a Muhwa. It was to be a patient of the “flowering sickness.” The emperor could have children only through a Muhwa, and unless a Muhwa received the emperor’s favor, there was no way to cure the illness.

The moment the seventh emperor, Yirim Beom, appeared at his coronation ceremony, every spotlight turned toward him. At the same time, on a dimly shadowed side of the world, the impoverished Haryeon Sol contracted the flowering sickness. Yirim Beom ascended to the highest position, while Haryeon Sol lost his sight.

Overnight, Haryeon Sol, a fine young man of the nation, became the emperor’s concubine and an imperial-owned Muhwa. Everyone pitied him, but the onset of the illness was merely the mildest of the trials his life had faced.

‘I can’t believe this… I’m entering the Imperial Household and becoming a concubine…!’

Then he would at least have a place to lie down, food to fill his stomach, and money under the pretense of maintaining proper dignity. Haryeon Sol looked forward to a life of being crushed into a corner of the imperial palace, idly living as an unemployed loafer who simply siphoned off taxes…

“Hyung, so, you really couldn’t see anything at all.”

Into the pitch-dark field of vision of the fringe-dwelling freeloader, the emperor’s face suddenly appeared.

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