The Imperial Concubi

Today is the small gathering day in Beichen City, and I bought many winter snacks at the night market.,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.,As Yun An'an slowly closed her eyes, she smelled the scent of kerosene.。