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.
"Come in."
Yan Mo and Yun Yi, one black and one white, pushed open the door and entered.
"Where is the princess?" He asked eagerly, and his bloodshot eyes instantly shone brightly.
Yun Yi was obviously also very excited, but there was a little bit of worry in it, and he said to Meng Yuan, who was looking forward to it. "It is said that Qian Mo is being held in the Hejia Army's garrison camp on the outskirts of the city, but I am not sure if this is a conspirasy from He Liancheng…"
Before he could finish his words, and Yun Yi and Yan Mo could react, he grabbed a long sword on the table, and the figure in black clothes and white, Meng Yuan, suddenly stood up and dissapeared in a blink of an eye, only the sound of the door swaying back and forth, continued to squeak non-stop.
Yun Yi couldn't help being dumbfounded. "This guy... wouldn't you want to go to the He family army camp alone like this?"