I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

Wang Yi ordered the servants at the door to drag the woman, like dragging a lifeless bag of heavy objects, leaving a long, desperate trail on the corridor of the palace.

The woman's body rubbed against the rough ground, her clothes were tattered, her skin was covered with scratches and bleeding, but she could no longer feel the pain. Her eyes were filled with deep worry about the fate of her family and endless sorrow for her own experience.

"Wash this and use it. Remember to send it to the government after you're done."

"Those officials are only worthy of using what our Wang family has left over."

Wang Yi said with a cold expression and disdain.

Wang Qizhao leaned lazily on the exquisitely carved armchair. The armchair was made of precious sandalwood and exuded a faint wood fragrance. It was also purchased from Qianyu Chamber of Commerce.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Wang Yi who had returned, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he raised his sparse eyebrows, and there was a hint of nonchalance in his tone.

"Has it been dealt with?"

His voice was harsh and high-pitched, as if his vocal cords were compressed by obesity.

"Master, everything has been taken care of."

Wang Yi had a flattering smile on his face, which looked particularly distorted under the dim light.

He bowed slightly and spoke respectfully.

"I let the two servants use it first, and then send it to the government. Those officials in the government are only qualified to use things that have been used by my Wang family's servants."

There was a twisted sense of pride in his eyes, which was the evil that had grown out of being in such a perverted environment for a long time, as if this was a great achievement worth showing off, and that being praised by the master was his greatest honor.

Hearing Wang Yi's answer, Wang Qizhao was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, and the layers of fat on his face shook violently, like waves.

Each trembling of his fat layer moved his bloated body, causing the armchair he sat on to creak slightly. "You're right, the emperor's dogs aren't even worthy of licking our shoes."

He cursed while laughing, his eyes full of disdain and contempt, as if he was looking at the most humble ant in the world.

"By the way, the beauty bowls and beauty paper in the mansion are almost gone."

Wang Qizhao suddenly stopped laughing, and a lustful light flashed in his eyes, which made his eyes look like the eyes of a hungry wolf in the dark.

"Beauty bowl, that's really a good thing."

“I don’t know who came up with it.”

"I want women with pretty faces, red lips and white teeth. I'll train them to kneel on the ground, open their mouths wide, and become containers for my spitting."

"Their mouths must always be kept clean and moist, and their pink tongues must be like soft satin, waiting to receive my sputum."

"Every time I see the humiliation and fear in their eyes, I feel incredibly refreshed."

He licked his lips, as if savoring the perverted satisfaction.

"And there's also the beauty paper, which has to be a woman with skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade."

"After I go to the toilet, I use their bodies to wipe myself. Their soft skin is much more comfortable than those rough papers."

"Their bodies must be trained to be obedient, without any resistance, and every inch of their skin must be used by me."

Wang Qizhao described it with an intoxicated look on his face, the fat on his face slightly flushed with excitement.

"Go find me a better batch tomorrow."

"After you've trained me well, come back to me. Don't be clumsy like the one just now!"

He waved his hand with disgust, as if the girl's miserable appearance was still before his eyes, making him feel extremely disgusted. The girl's fear and helplessness were just a source of amusement to him.

"I understand, Master. I'll go find him tomorrow!"

Wang Yi responded respectfully, lowering his head even deeper, not daring to disobey in the slightest.