The Imperial Concubi

Old Wangye and Yu Changyuan had already left before Yun An'an woke up.,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.,Yun Qian Shan clasped her hands together and bowed to the eight directions, paying respects to the deities.。