The Imperial Concubi

Beichen Lin combed Yun An'an's hair and then led her away from the Ti Xiang Lou.,By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,Yun An'an smiled happily, watching Bei Chenlin, whose face was full of pain. The doubts in her heart vanished.。