After Being Mind-Read by a Tyrant, I Became a Demon Concubine

In the Emperor's bedchamber, I'd been wrapped up like a dumpling and carried high up by two eunuchs for a full quarter of an hour. The two eunuchs weren't tired, but my back was about to break. Eunuch Pin stood cautiously in front, barely daring to breathe. At that moment, the tyrant was engrossed in reviewing memorials. I'd heard that this month he'd already killed three, driven four mad, and banished five to the cold palace. I cautiously glanced at the tyrant; his resolute features were striking, his perfect profile captivating. But, alas—I turned my head away. [What a waste of such a handsome face; if it were someone else...]