The Imperial Concubi

By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,"Rest, I'll get you some water to wash your face.",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.。