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.,Lying in the warm blankets, Yun An smiled with a touch of helplessness.,Wang Zhanggui, who was soundly asleep, heard someone say there was a fire. He thought it was a dream at first, but as the flames grew brighter and fiercer, he opened his eyes to see for himself.。