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 did not have that much experience. When she saw the commotion downstairs, she immediately pointed at Chu Qiujun and the White Rain Tower who were standing at the entrance. "Stop them. Do not rush upstairs."

Then, he waved at Ye Feng and Ye Ying, and the two of them immediately left the room first. They whistled at the people below, and immediately, a few gray robed employees ran out and squeezed through the crowd to the stairs, stopping the crowd that was about to rush up to the third floor.

"I heard that old senior Zou Yitian came here to watch the competition today, he has great authority over the Painting, how about, inviting him to be the judge?" Chu Yi Chen looked towards the two people at the door.

"Nephew also has this intention and has already mentioned it to Mister Zou, but … "He still wants to refuse …" Chu Baijun answered immediately.

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