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.
She could go without food, and sleep, but the carriage must be rented. If she walked on her two legs, she didn't know what year and month she would be able to reach Jingzhou. If she ever reached three.
Moreover, the current situation could not help her not to go. The two Beidi soldiers were staring at them, and they meant that if they wanted to back down, they would walk away.
But she didn't even know what kind of sickness that Madam He had. If it couldn't be cured and it annoyed He Liancheng, wouldn't it be worse?
Zhao Ling glared at Baili with a stern smile, and whispered, "Are you sure about Madame He's illness?"
Baili raised his head with a smile, squinted his eyes and said, "Of course I'm confident about it. You can be rest assured, brother."
Zhao Ling snorted in her heart, of course she couldn't be relieved of Baili Xiao who was doing things in a disorderly manner, but in the current situation, it was useless for her to be worried.