Ghost King and Demon Concubine

In the imperial garden, the colors are colorful and colorful, and a gust of wind brings bursts of fragrance. "Your Majesty, be careful." The palace maid took a cloak and gently put it on the person who was admiring the flowers in the pavilion. "Haha... I'm not that squeamish." The soft voice slides through people's hearts, like the spring breeze blowing, making people feel happy. The woman who spoke was a very beautiful person, with skin like snow and a face like hibiscus. Under the curved willow eyebrows, her bright autumn eyes were smiling. Her slender white hands caressed her protruding belly, and her face showed the love of a mother. Because she treats her servants pretty well...