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.
Emperor Ming Is Awake [III]
A'll of a sudden, the emperor became more pleasant.
Zhao Ling was really unable to vomit, if not, she would have vomited blood. Your Majesty, do you have schizophrenia? That was so scary, do you think it was funny?
At this moment, the maid who was serving outside the hall came to report again: "Reporting to the emperor, Lord Xuan is outside to see you."
Why was he back again? Zhao Ling thought in confusion. Emperor Ming just woke up. Did he hear about the news so soon?
Emperor Ming smiled knowingly. "Announce him in."
In the flickering candlelight, a man who was as cold as jade but with a tight face shook his wheelchair and slowly entered the hall. Although he was dressed in black, he was depressed and gloomy, but in Zhao Ling's eyes, he was still arrogant, brilliant and dazzling.
Meng Yuan pushed the wheelchair and slowly stopped in front of the dragon bed.