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.
Zhao Ling glanced at him, and already knew what he was thinking, and also knew that he still had grudges against Feng Ze, and said helplessly: "You also know that I have already given birth to a dumpling for you, what else can I do now? So I Say, Lord, can we stop being jealous?"
"But... Feng Ze has not married yet." Meng Yuan showed dissatisfaction. As long as he remembered Feng Ze's confession to Zhao Ling when he came to Mocheng last time, his heart felt uncomfortable.
According to Meng Yuan, that guy Feng Ze probably planned not to marry for the rest of his life. A man's infatuation was a good thing, but if this infatuation was wrongly paid to others, it would be a tragedy. And knowing that his wife was always in the minds of other men, how could he feel good.