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.
Early the next morning, the news of King Xuan's announcement at the wedding banquet that he would demarcate his boundary with Da Sheng and that he would end his righteousness and justice was quickly sent to all directions by people from all walks of life. However, none of the envoys of Beidi Xiliang Nanqi left.
The discussion hall of the Xuanwang Mansion was already crowded with people. Except for Mr. Xia, all the civil and military officials at the wedding banquet last night gathered together and talked a lot.
When Meng Yuan and Zhao Ling walked into the hall hand in hand a little later, everyone stopped discussing and stood up to salute.
"I have seen the lord, the princess."
Meng Yuan took Zhao Ling's hand and sat down, smiling indifferently: "You don't need to be too polite, just sit as you like."