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

"Little Imperial Aunt, we would say that this painting is the work of a descendant of 'Great Scholar', but its cultivation is too high, and this person called Kang Yao is someone we have never heard of. Little Imperial Aunt, you can do it well, and help us solve our doubts, alright?" Chu Qiujun asked in a soft voice.

Zhuo Qingyan looked up at him, and after a while she asked: "Who told you that the creator of this painting was the descendant of the Great Scholar BaoYi?"

"Ah?" Isn't it? However, this painting … Chu Qiujun was stunned.

Zhuo Qingyan suddenly laughed, and pointed to Jiang Yaoer who was seated beside her: "If I were to tell you that the author of this painting is a young lady from the Miss Jiang who loves to draw, would you believe me?"

"What!?" Chu Qijun and the White Rain Tower shouted in shock. Then, they immediately shut their mouths. They felt that they had lost their composure just now.

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