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 slowly opened her eyes, but closed them again in a flash of light, but her heart was unable to calm down.

Thinking back to the moment she had fallen from the cliff at Mongol Mountain, she had truly believed that she would die for sure.

In this kind of situation where she had no chance of landing, she tried to grab onto something, but to no avail. After falling into that layer of mist, her hand really did seem to have grabbed onto something that looked like a vine, but suddenly there was another pain on the back of her hand, forcing her to let go again.

After passing through the mist, she could really see the green color, but before she could think of a countermeasure, the whip at her waist suddenly snapped. Before she could understand what was going on, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, and at the same time, she was leaning into someone's embrace.

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