The Imperial Concubi

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.,Lying in the warm blankets, Yun An smiled with a touch of helplessness.,As Yun An'an slowly closed her eyes, she smelled the scent of kerosene.。