The Imperial Concubi

With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.,Steady, he caught the 'weapon' Yun Anan threw at him. Beichen Lin's sinister eyes were full of a dangerous smile.,Just as the two had left, the house was engulfed in flames. With a whoosh, it collapsed into ruins.。