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.
Slowly, Meng Yuan turned his body and stretched his hands. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Ling sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed red. Thinking that her poison was not cleared, he sat up nervously, and asked anxiously, "Ling'er, are you alright?"
Zhao Ling glanced at him complainingly, and said in her heart. No, I have something to do. It's you who made me humiliated.
Meng Yuan couldn't understand her expression, and he furrowed his brows in puzzlement. He turned around to see Changdong and Situ Gong, and his face sank. "Why are you two here? This king remembers saying that no one is allowed to come in without this king's order."
"Your subordinates deserve to die." Chang Dong and Situ Gong quickly stepped back and pleaded guiltily.
"Since Mr. Situ is here, let's check the princess to see if the poison has been resolved." Meng Yuan just wanted to ask Situ Gong to help Zhao Ling diagnose and treat.