The Emperor Fell for My Portrait and Insisted on Making Me Empress, but I'm Actually Ugly

Ever since my portrait fell into the emperor's hands, he had it hung in his study and gazed at it every day.

On the first day, he spent the whole morning grinning like a lovesick fool at my portrait.

On the second day, he stayed up all night writing a piece praising me. The gist was, "Big sis, kill me."

On the third day, he announced to the whole realm that he would make me empress.

But when he met me in person, he changed his mind and said he'd kill my whole family. Tsk, men.