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.,In the room, Yun'an, who had finished washing up, lay sideways on the bed, her red hair sprawled across the bed, alluring to the extreme.,Feeling the icy coldness in his embrace, Beichen Lin's voice was hoarse.。