The Imperial Concubi

Yun An'an was holding a very long string of candied fruit, at least one meter long.,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.,Steady, he caught the 'weapon' Yun Anan threw at him. Beichen Lin's sinister eyes were full of a dangerous smile.。