The Imperial Concubi

Beichen Lin's eyes were cold, and the Tang Heng sword in his hand was unsheathed.,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.,"Father, I will stay here to prevent anyone else from appearing."。