Zhuo Qingyan, a member of the current generation of special forces, nicknamed Solitary Falcon, had been blown away from her mission and landed on a cliff. When he opened his eyes again, he was like the concubine of the Shang Shu Manor of the Darkhan Empire — the Fourth Miss, a fool. An imperial edict bestowed the marriage to the current emperor's uncle, the Prince of the Ghost Face. With a shake of her body, she became the imperial aunt of the current dynasty. A useless king and a foolish concubine were born a pair. Becoming the king, the sage's assistant patted her chest and said, "If you open the borders, I'll help you expand the land; if you recruit troops, I'll help you train; if you don't have a horse, I'll help you steal one; if you don't have one …" "My beloved concubine, This King has no children …" "Let me help you …" Then, wait a little longer … His Royal Highness was in his prime, so it was not bad for him to be strong. There would definitely be someone to succeed him! However, what she did not know was that she carried a secret. The treasure map that was imprinted on her back was being fought over by various forces. She had also become a 'prey'! Prince, the wangfei has brought people to pick out the Grand Guardian of the Lin Country … [Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Next Chapter] "There are too many people who want to be the overseer, switch!" — — "My prince, the wangfei brought people to beat up the great general of the Northern Jin and hung him naked on a tree." — Well done! He wanted to see how the cold faced bronze masked prince doted on his wife. He could fight for her in this world, but loving her was his treasure.

The Ghost Face Royal Highness Is My Husband

After Chu Yi Chen left the palace, he rode his horse all the way back to the mansion and rushed straight into the bedroom.

The five imperial physicians were still standing in the courtyard, discussing countermeasures. When they saw that he had returned, they all wanted to greet him respectfully. However, he rushed into his bedroom like a gust of wind, completely ignoring them.

Ye Jingxuan was guarding Zhuo Qingyan's bedside. Looking at Zhuo Qingyan's face, which was flushed red from fever and her eyes were tightly shut, his heart rose to his throat.

He asked Ye Jingxuan, "Why aren't you awake yet?"

"How can I wake up without taking the antidote? The people outside are still guarding the door, do you want to expose yourself?" Then wouldn't this girl have suffered for nothing? " Ye Jingxuan glared at him.

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