After Tearing the Tyrant's Dragon Robe, the Entire Harem Wants Me Dead

"Your Majesty, lend me the gold-threaded sash from your imperial robe to stop the bleeding. I'll reimburse you at a discount once we're back at the palace."

Assassins struck without warning, and they barely escaped with their lives.

In a dry well in the Cold Palace, ninth-rank female physician Su Wan shamelessly tore strips from the underclothes of Pei Ji, the cold-blooded tyrant, and tightly bound both their wounds.

The next day, the tyrant returned to the palace without a scratch, and the whole court erupted in scandal:

Physician Su had grown arrogant from the Emperor's favor, ripped apart his imperial robe, and made love with His Majesty three times in the dry well!

The tyrant flew into a rage from humiliation. "Send that shameless woman to the Laundry Bureau to scrub chamber pots!"

The palace concubines clapped with delight, certain she wouldn't last three days.

But who could have guessed what would happen in the Laundry Bureau?

She jabbed the cruel supervisor with a silver needle until he fell to his knees and begged for mercy. The discarded consorts from the Cold Palace fought to adopt her, and even the head of the Imperial Kitchen secretly slipped her roast chicken every day!

Even more outrageous, the violent, aloof Emperor snuck into the Laundry Bureau's woodshed in the middle of the night and gritted his teeth.

"The whole world knows you slept with me three times, and here you are, enjoying doing laundry?"