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.
At that time, Meng Yuan's cold poison was at its worst. Every night, the poison broke out, and the pain was unbearable. However, in the huge Xuanwang Mansion, he didn't even have a relative to rely on. It was under such circumstances that he taught himself how to close the pain, and also close his feelings.
Zhao Ling looked at his cold and thin handsome face, and felt distressed for a while. In the past seven years, he had supported the family business of the Xuanwang Mansion with a sick and weak body.
She held his cold hand and said softly, "A-Yuan, from now on, you will no longer be alone."
"Ling'er." Meng Yuan held her hand back, a warm feeling spread in his heart. Looking at the woman beside him in a daze, he was at a loss for words.
Zhao Ling gave him a gentle smile and said, "If you don't eat it, the food will be cold. These are the dishes you told me you wanted to eat on the boat."