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 fiercely opened her eyes from the collapse of the bed and immediately jumped up. Without caring about explaining the situation to Chu Yichen, she rushed towards Zi Zhiqing's bed, squatted down, and stared straight at her.

After a long while, the person on the bed slowly opened her eyes. When their eyes met, the corner of her lips slightly raised. "Girl …" "It's me …"

"Forward... "What about her …" Zhuo Qingyan asked as she held her hand tightly.

"One goes, one stays …" "You know that …" she said again.

Zhuo Qingyan's lips trembled: "Actually …" I... I feel like... "I can't blame her anymore …"

"Silly girl …" But she felt guilty... No face for you... "Let her go …" she said again.

"Then... "Then what should I call you …" Zhuo Qingyan looked at her awkwardly.

"No, are you going to call her by her name or your own …" Zhuo Qingyan bit her lower lip helplessly.

I have a mother now