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.
The Wedding Night
The night was thick, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Tonight was a rare good weather for the northwest where the wind and sand pervade all the year round.
After Director Mu sent off the last group of guests, the Xuanwang Mansion, which had been lively for a day, gradually recovered its tranquility.
The two masters of the palace who left early had already returned to the bedroom.
The room was also a festive bright red, a pair of dragon and phoenix red candles burning high, reflecting the whole room and warm and bright, full of joy.
Mammy Xu and Luzhu waited on Zhao Ling to remove the complicated jewelry on her head, then removed her makeup and cleaned her face. Just when she was about to take off her wedding dress and put on her home clothes, Meng Yuan said: " It's good for this king, you all retreat."