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.,Yun An An, with one hand propping her chin as she pondered something, hadn't heard what Bei Chen Lin had said.,Lying in the warm blankets, Yun An smiled with a touch of helplessness.。