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

Chapter 522 - The Resurrection Lily (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

It was still deep into the night, and both of them were not asleep yet. Gong Sun Qianzhou suddenly looked at Zhuo Qingyan who was holding the bracelet on her wrist with her fingers, with a bored look on her face.

"Who is it?" Zhuo Qingyan raised her head and looked at him. This question was totally senseless. Did she know who it was? There were many people she knew, many people she didn't know.

"Kang Yao." When Gong Sun Qianzhou said this name, a trace of grief flashed past his eyes.

Zhuo Qingyan's eyes darted around before she shook her head: "No."

"Do you want to see what she looks like?" he asked.

Zhuo Qingyan's eyes widened again: "Can I?"

Resurrection flower happy mid-autumn festival