The Concubine
Zhao Ling, a forensics investigator, lost her life in a fire explosion while inspecting a crime scene. Her soul was transmigrated into the body of an oppressed lady who also lost her life in another fire incident, at the same moment in time, leaving a deep scar on her face. With a new body, but a familiar name, this is the epic journey of a concubine, who has a second chance at life, and her dealings with an oppressed life, an arranged marriage, and the deadly mysteries of this new world? Welcome to The Concubine, an epic fantasy/historical romance novel.
A Deserved Welcoming
"Sister Zhao, Sister Zhao..." Several eager shouts came from outside the door, which sounded like the voice of a boy.
"It's Tietou!" Zhao Ling remembered this voice. It should be the boy from Licheng who she went to the snowy mountains to pick up ice soul grass for to detoxify him, Tietou.
Unexpectedly, he also came to Jingzhou with her.
Looking at the sky, it was already three poles in the sun. These days, the two of them have not had a good rest, and now it was rare to embrace each other to sleep, so they slept so much that they forget the time.
When they arrived at the Prefect's Mansion last night, because it was already dark and Meng Yuan was unconscious, they did not disturb others. Now that she had returned safely, everyone wanted to come to greet her.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ling was too embarrassed to stay on the bed again, patted Meng Yuan on the back a few times, and said, "A-Yuan, get up."