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.
Leaning on the soft couch, the two chatted for a while about the defense and reorganization of the Feiyunqi camp outside the city, and then discussed the next step of the secret team that Zhao Ling secretly trained. Jiang Xiaolian's farce will be skipped here. Not to mention.
Only Yan Mo, for a long time to come, always felt that his prince looked at him with a darker look than before, which often made him tremble, and he didn't even dare to sleep with ease. After a while, the poor commander of the dark guard, tortured and exhausted, cried endlessly.
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A few days later, when Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan reappeared in the open space in the hidden valley, seeing the more than hundred recruits still sweating and training hard on the school grounds, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. It had been less than three months before and after, and it was already very good that this group of people can have such training results.