I Became a Gisaeng and the Palace Could Not Hide Me

Haejin learned to fight with words long before she learned to survive court silence. When she woke in a gisaeng house, she kept the mind of a criminal defense lawyer and the body of a woman everyone expected to obey. A brush tied to the imperial archive, a repaired key, and a mourning sash in her satchel became the only proof that her life still belonged to her. Then the prince started coming after dark, and every private hour with him made the palace feel smaller. She wanted one honest place in a world built on rank, grief, and lies. The father who disowned her still had the power to lock every door.