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.
When The Doves Cry [III]
"Why did you do this?" Ye Qinglan shrank into the sedan chair and asked inexplicably.
Appearing like this at her wedding, wouldn't she want to grab a kiss? Is he such a naive person?
He Liancheng didn't give her a chance to back down. He stretched out his long arms, took her out of the sedan chair, hugged her shoulders tightly, and whispered in her ear: "What do you think? If I don't come, are you planning to marry Murong Jing like this?"
Although this was a reproach, it sounded very intimate, and it also contained a bit of grievance, like a murmur between lovers. The warm breath blew on Ye Qinglan's earlobe, itching and numbness, which made her heart, which has always been known for being cold, tremble involuntarily.
She took a deep breath, barely calmed herself down, and said coldly, "I don't think it has anything to do with you."