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.
After Yin Shuo shouted and stopped, he turned his head and smiled apologetically at everyone, looking very sincere. "I'm sorry, the women don't understand the rules and make you laugh."
Wanyankang also came to smooth things out at this time, "Everyone who is tired from traveling, may as well go to the nearby post house to rest for a while. My brother has prepared a reception dinner in the palace, and I would like to invite you all to come."
Zhao Ling smiled lightly, and was hugged by Meng Yuan and walked away. Of course, they wouldn't embarrass Jiang Xiaolian for her rude words. No matter what Jiang Xiaolian said, it wouldn't affect their mood, and arguing with her would only cost her. Therefore, Yin Shuo needn't be in such a hurry to excuse Jiang Xiaolian.