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.
Feng Ze sat quietly in the side hall of the palace, unconsciously turning a white jade teacup on the table next to him. The cup was filled with tea, but there was no heat. Obviously, he didn't drink a single sip of this cup of tea.
The light in the hall was very bright, and the furniture had a panoramic view. It was said that the Xuanwang Mansion was rebuilt after Meng Yuan settled in Jingzhou, but both the external buildings and the furnishings in the mansion just showed the financial strength of the Xuanwang Mansion, which also made Feng Ze secretly startled.
Since the Meng family army entered Zhengyang Pass, the imperial court had cut off the economic exchanges between Dasheng and the northwest, which was equivalent to blocking the northwest area, but even under such circumstances, it only took less than three months to adjust a little bit. It was not easy for Meng Yuan to still manage the barren, desolate and war-torn northwest into such a state.