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.
So now there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to do the best thing Zhao Ling explained to him. For Xie Yao's obvious gesture of favor at this time, Mo Ye has no intention to pay attention to it.
Xie Yao Bingxue was smart and naturally heard the intentional alienation in Mo Ye's words. Being rejected so bluntly, even if she was more generous, she didn't feel a little embarrassed, her pretty face blushed for a while, and there was a faint mist in her eyes.
Seeing her appearance, Mo Ye scratched his head, feeling helpless. However, Xie Yao was the daughter of the Xie family and the princess' cousin after all, so he should be more polite.
Thinking of this, his cold and solemn face softened a little. Seeing that Mo Yang was coming out of the gate of the palace and approaching the two of them, he grabbed him and said, "Mo Yang, send Miss Xie back to the mansion."
This guy had nothing to do anyway, and this task was the most suitable for him.