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.,A few steps forward, Bei Chenlin approached Yun Annan's face. The distance between the two was so close that they could feel each other's cheek warmth.,Yun Qian Shan clasped her hands together and bowed to the eight directions, paying respects to the deities.。