Just because my husband's bedmate stirred up trouble, I didn't greet her with a smile at the banquet.
My King of Hell husband immediately decided to send me to the Human Realm's Shadow Puppet Workshop to learn how to manage my expressions.
The workshop owner said that women who left the place would never lose their tempers again, and would keep their smiles fixed on their faces like puppets.
He didn't know that this so-called fixed smile meant tearing off my face and sewing on a fake one.
Then needles would pierce my five viscera and six bowels to form strings, which would be hung from the rafters and pulled to hold my body in place and fix my smile.
The workshop owner pierced my five viscera and six bowels and buried seven densely packed strings inside me.
The fake skin grew together with my flesh. At last, I could only greet people with a smile.
Three years later, Lin Hui sent someone to bring me back to the Hall of Hell, where he would inspect whether my expression management had passed muster.
