The Painted Skin That Cannot Escape Fate Enters the Palace

I was chosen as the tyrant's concubine just because I had the same appearance as the beloved concubine who died suddenly. On the night of entering the palace, I found a blood letter written by my sister at the bottom of the dressing gown: "Escape quickly, this palace is full of ghosts." The tyrant gave me the gift of wearing my sister's old clothes, her jewelry, and even the incense. Late at night, the sound of singing came from my sister's bedroom, and everyone in the palace thought it was a vicious ghost seeking her life. I pushed open the palace door, only to see my sister's blood letter mysteriously disappearing from the case. The tyrant hosted a banquet, and I accidentally broke his beloved tea cup. He pinched my chin with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I love to see beauties panic." His fingertips were cold, like snakes sliding across his skin. I knelt outside the temple to atone for my sins. In the heavy rain, he held an umbrella for me: "My beloved concubine is wet, and I will feel distressed." I looked up and saw that he was wearing my sister's favorite jade pendant around his waist.