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.,But Beichen Lin still has at least fifty or sixty years to live, while he himself only has three years left.,In the dead of night, the three arrived at Tianxiang Building one after another. After seeing that Yun An'an was safe and sound, they finally let out a sigh of relief.。