Emperor kept the posture of lifting the curtain and stood at the door for a while.
He stared blankly at the woman sleeping on the bed.
How could a person have such a stark contrast?
The lovely woman in a pink dress with blushing cheeks during the day turned into an old lady with pale skin and a wrinkled face at night.
The Emperor had never seen such a thing before.
All the women who could appear before him at night, which one of them wasn't exquisitely dressed and beautifully charming?
Even for Concubine Xian, the Emperor's impression of her still lingered from seven or eight years ago when he slept with her.
He never thought he would have to face such an old and ugly woman.
It was too scary.
The Emperor took two steps back, let go of the curtain, and turned to leave.
Concubine Xian was awakened by the sound of the bead curtain colliding and saw the Emperor's back as he left. Suddenly waking up, she cried, "Your Majesty--"
The Emperor's footsteps paused slightly.
