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.
No Time To Die
It was pitch black all around, and she couldn't see her fingers. Zhao Ling felt that her body had become very light, like a piece of paper, floating aimlessly in the boundless darkness.
Overwhelming her was the feeling that she was getting further and further away from this world, but then another invisible force was holding her back, making her unable to leave.
Ling'er... Ling'er...
It seemed that this vague voice had been calling her, stubbornly and tenaciously echoing in her ears.
This voice was so familiar, yet so sad, hoarse and lingering, sobbing like a complaint, which made her heartbroken and heartbroken.
Ah Yuan! Ah Yuan!
Zhao Ling murmured a few times, and then suddenly woke up.
When she opened her eyes, she saw old and mottled wooden beams.
This was a poorly furnished cabin, and she was laying on a hard bed in the house. Occasionally, a few wisps of cold wind blew in from the edge of the sturdy window.