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.,Now, the dead father is crying, and the wicked mother is burning his hard work to ashes with a blazing fire.,Beichen Lin was not at ease with Yun An'an sleeping alone, he also had the habit of staying by her side.。