The Imperial Concubi

Sitting beside Yun An an, Bei Chen Lin gently stroked her red hair, over and over again, so tenderly and lovingly.,When the light dissipated, a glass bead lay quietly inside the small box, just like the one she had seen in the Tiangao Pavilion. This bead also bore the inscription, "Tiansuan.",Just like last time when she came seeking domineering tactics, Qin Rou used insidious methods. Even the stubborn old head of the Qin family wouldn't give her a good look.。