The next morning, before dawn, the diligent and self-disciplined Mad Emperor Zhu Zhenwu had already woken up. He was prepared to mark the memorials for a while before going to wash up.
However, he had just changed a few memorials. Mad Emperor Zhu Zhenwu felt that something was wrong and could not help but touch his head.
"Eh…"
"Did you sleep with your hair sticking out?"
"What's going on?"
..
Mad Emperor Zhu Zhenwu was stunned. A moment later, his body moved like a gust of wind and came to the bronze mirror in the study room. He saw the strange thing inside.
Black eye circles, blood-red mouth, sexy cat whiskers, and a head full of cute braids…Mad Emperor Zhu Zhenwu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.