Sacred_Spirit

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.

The Concubine

"Why did you do this?" Ye Qinglan shrank into the sedan chair and asked inexplicably.

Appearing like this at her wedding, wouldn't she want to grab a kiss? Is he such a naive person?

He Liancheng didn't give her a chance to back down. He stretched out his long arms, took her out of the sedan chair, hugged her shoulders tightly, and whispered in her ear: "What do you think? If I don't come, are you planning to marry Murong Jing like this?"

Although this was a reproach, it sounded very intimate, and it also contained a bit of grievance, like a murmur between lovers. The warm breath blew on Ye Qinglan's earlobe, itching and numbness, which made her heart, which has always been known for being cold, tremble involuntarily.

She took a deep breath, barely calmed herself down, and said coldly, "I don't think it has anything to do with you."

When The Doves Cry [III]