The Imperial Concubi

Beichen Lin sheathed Tang Heng's blade and gently patted Yun An'an's head before leaving the courtyard.,With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.,Yun Qian Shan clasped her hands together and bowed to the eight directions, paying respects to the deities.。