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

Zhuo Qingyan brought a group to the backyard, and just as they were about to part ways in front of the pavilion, they suddenly heard a burst of singing, and all of them looked towards the pavilion.

He saw that there were bright lights, and in the pavilion, there was a woman in white who was dancing to the song.

The singing wasn't unpleasant, but the dancing wasn't bad either.

However, it was currently night time. Although the hall was brightly lit, the way he was dressed made him look so strange.

Everyone's eyes flashed with doubt and helplessness.

As for Zhuo Qinglin, who was in the pavilion, when she saw that there was a large group of people standing at the entrance of the back courtyard, stopping and watching, she became even more pleased with herself, and the smile on her face deepened, but under the light of the lamps, she was even more terrified.

Have been subjugated