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 night was deep, and in a remote and quiet courtyard in the Xuanwang Mansion, a slender shadow jumped down from the high courtyard wall and landed steadily in the courtyard, silent and undetected. Of course, no one noticed. Except for two hidden guards not far away.
When the two guards saw that it was one of their own people, of course they turned a blind eye. However, the two of them looked at each other, the corners of their mouths twitched a few times, and they silently wiped away sweat.
In other words, this girl Ye Qinglan was really good. If they weren't vigilant enough just now, it would be difficult to find out.
Ye Qinglan hurriedly stepped into the door, and a fiery red figure shot out of the room, and fell into her arms impartially.
"Chi Yan." Ye Qinglan called out softly, her beautiful eyebrows softened a little, and she raised her hand to touch the red manes standing upright on Huoqi's head.