The Imperial Concubi

Sitting beside Yun An an, Bei Chen Lin gently stroked her red hair, over and over again, so tenderly and lovingly.,When the light dissipated, a glass bead lay quietly inside the small box, just like the one she had seen in the Tiangao Pavilion. This bead also bore the inscription, "Tiansuan.",When it comes to Di Chenjun, Yun Qianshan is so angry that his teeth are grinding, spewing insults with every word.。