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.
It Has To Be Done
Meng Yuan shook his head again and again, struggling to sit up and grab Zhao Ling, but because of the effect of the drug, bursts of drowsiness struck, and he could only collapse powerlessly.
Zhao Ling was ruthless and retreated to a position where he couldn't reach, and the eyes of attachment traced his deep and handsome face inch by inch.
"A-Yuan, I will wait for you at Jinyang Pass. After you have healed your leg affliction, come and pick me up and take me home."
After she finished speaking, she turned around resolutely and walked out the door.
Behind him came Meng Yuan's increasingly weak voice: "Mo'er, you come back... Mo'er!"
However, Zhao Ling walked out of the door without looking back, then closed the door and locked his eager cry inside.
With his back against the door panel, Zhao Ling stood quietly for a long time before feeling that there was no movement in the room.