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.
Seeing Meng Tianyan like this, Liu Wensheng and Feng Ze naturally could only make a false response and drank the glass of wine.
After Meng Yuan finished toasting the cup, he ignored Meng Tianyan and the three of them and turned his head to give Zhao Ling a gentle look. Zhao Ling naturally understood and nodded lightly at him, and the two of them raised their wine glasses at the same time. Meng Yuan raised his voice slightly, and said to the people below. "This king and princess toast to you, everyone is free, no need to hold ceremony."
"Thank you, lord, princess." There was a chorus of thanks from below.