Huaying was born with a yin and yang face, with Qingcheng on the left and Rakshasa on the right. Living in the dust, she relied on her superb disguise skills to change faces for three religions and nine schools in the most filthy corners of the capital, struggling to survive. She can paint evil spirits as bodhisattvas and saints as demons. Her biggest wish is to save enough money to redeem herself and go into seclusion, never to be seen again. Until that rainy night, a mysterious man who came with tremendous power used a box of gold that could buy the entire brothel and asked her to draw a face - a face that belonged to the late Empress Yuan. "Just draw, no need to ask." The man's voice was cold. Hua Ying accepted this business and also received his own reminder. She stayed behind closed doors for three days, burning her heart and soul, and restored the legendary gorgeous woman one stroke at a time on that blank piece of leather. The moment the painting was completed, the room was filled with incense and candlelight flickered. She looked up tiredly at the bronze mirror, wanting to see her miserable appearance. What was reflected in the mirror was a flawless face that belonged to Queen Yuan. And the "Queen's" face was facing her, slowly lifting a poisonous, cold smile. I thought I was a painter, but it turned out that I was a drawing paper. I worked as an undercover agent in the palace with a dead face, and accidentally became the real queen. The bitch who asked me to draw the skin turned out to be a crazy prince who wanted to usurp the throne.
