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

Fu Lin still cried, directly laying on the stone table and crying. But from the crying, Fu Lin and the others could feel that they did not hear the sorrow from losing their love, but instead heard the feeling of being wronged.

Pin Ting walked over, then nodded to Zhuo Qingyan and Liu Fengfei: "I would like to talk with this young lady Fu, is that possible?"

This had always been a matter for the three of them, so it was naturally a good thing if the person in question could calmly chat with them. Thus, they gave way and went out to help greet the guests.

Pin Ting sat in front of her, quietly watching Fu Lin cry. After a while, when her voice had faded, she took out a embroidered handkerchief and handed it over.

Fu Lin did not look at it too much and directly wiped the tears off her face.

Bidding