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.,All the assassins in black came from Tianjigong, which made Yun An'an even more puzzled.,You Changyuan sniffed the air, catching a faint whiff of the unmistakable smell of kerosene after it had burned.。