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

Chapter 134 - Qualitative Subordination

Lei Ting put down the teacup, sat upright, and glanced at the three of them: "To be honest, it's just as wangfei had said, there are only a few people left that I can use, not even ten."

When these words came out, Chu Yi Chen and Jiang Siyue were shocked, and looked at each other.

Chu Yi Chen took off the mask and placed it on the table. He frowned slightly. "How could this be?"

"Ever since my father passed away, I took over the position of Sect Master. I may be young, but I don't have enough experience, and some of the elders in the sect don't admire me very much and have formed a few small groups. However, these people have joined together for the same reason." Lei Ting sighed, and shook his head with extreme sadness.

"This kind of thing will happen to every sect or school. If you don't handle it well, you might harm the root of every sect or school." Jiang Siyue nodded clearly.

Qualitative membership