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.,Similarly, with Bei Chen Lin around, it's impossible for him not to know who was present in the courtyard at noon, let alone that person appearing beside him.,To build this little courtyard, he spent a fortune and hired specialized craftsmen to design every brick and tile.。