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.
I'm Not A Murderer, I've Been Wronged.
In the hall, Siqi, with his hands tied behind his back, knelt in front of Princess Yongle, shouting grievances loudly.
"Princess, this slave has been wronged! The slaves have followed the princess and the consort for many years. We are loyal and uncompromising, and the world can learn from it. How could w do such a thing as poisoning and harming the consort? I also ask the princess to investigate it and be the judge of the slaves!"
Princess Yongle glanced at Zhao Ling with an embarrassed look on her face, obviously still not convinced that Si Qi was the servant who poisoned the consort.
This servant had been with the consort for many years, and had always been favored and trusted by the consort. Although he was a close-fitting servant, the consort had always been kind to him. Among all the serving the consort, he was the most favored. Why did he poison the consort to death? What good would it do to him if he killed the consort?