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 Xuanwang Mansion in the night was silent as usual. A tall middle-aged man in black was standing outside Meng Yuan's study door, reporting in a low voice, "My lord, your subordinate, Wen Renyuan."
"Come in." Meng Yuan's cold voice came from the door.
Wen Renyuan pushed open the door and entered, raised his head and asked Meng Yuan eagerly. "Uncle Wenren, where is Yan Mo?"
Wen Renyuan sighed secretly. Yan Mo had just set off for a few hours, where else could he go? However, he didn't show it on his face, he just reported in a serious tone. "Don't worry, Your Highness, Yan Mo has set off a few hours ago and traveled thousands of miles a day in pursuit of the wind. I believe he will arrive at Momen in a few days."
Meng Yuan, whose face was always low, noddedin reply.