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.,Just as Beichen Lin was about to get up, he stopped and looked at Yun An'an.,The only consolation is that Yun An'an is fine. Otherwise, this Ti Xiang Lou would have to shut down for good.。