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

When Zhuo Qingyan opened her eyes, the room was filled with candles. Her hand was still in Chu Yi Chen's hand, and she smiled as she sat up, her smile was especially crafty.

"What kind of benefits did you get?" Chu Yi Chen saw her like this and immediately asked with a smile.

"How long is this?" Zhuo Qingyan asked instead of answering.

Chu Yi Chen looked at the hourglass in the palace. "It hasn't been four hours. This time, it's a bit faster."

"That's good. In the future, you can't let her keep me there for too long. Otherwise, you won't be able to rest well." As Zhuo Qingyan spoke, she jumped onto the ground.

Chu Yi Chen immediately came over and carried her back to the bed. "If you're barefoot, you will catch cold. "Allow me."

"No, I just wanted to give you something." Zhuo Qingyan smiled happily.

"What kind of thing can't be given here? Must I leave it naked?" Chu Yi Chen rolled his eyes at her.

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