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.,Wang Zhanggui, who was soundly asleep, heard someone say there was a fire. He thought it was a dream at first, but as the flames grew brighter and fiercer, he opened his eyes to see for himself.,There were just some little misunderstandings between the two of them today, so he took a cold shower to avoid embarrassment.。