The Imperial Concubi

By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,Yun An'an smiled happily, watching Bei Chenlin, whose face was full of pain. The doubts in her heart vanished.,Feeling the icy coldness in his embrace, Beichen Lin's voice was hoarse.。