Your Majesty Can't Let Me Wear His Face to Pamper the Harem

Dressed as a court painter, the emperor summoned me into his chamber late at night and threw me a mask of his own human skin. "Dry the rain and dew for me. If my concubines don't cry, please raise your head and come to see me." I put my hands on his face with shaking hands and pushed open the door of Jiaofang Hall. The queen bit her fingertips and cried blood. After she was done, she whispered in my arms: "Your Majesty tonight... Is much gentler than last night." My whole body froze - His Majesty was clearly in the imperial study room last night reviewing the papers! There are monsters that can peel skins hidden within the palace walls, and three thousand beauties are turning into human skin one by one. And the emperor sitting on the dragon throne tore off his own face in the secret passage every night and smiled at the bronze mirror: "Whose turn is it next?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.