The Reborn Concubine of the Li Family Is Not Easy to Mess With

The thirteenth year of Yuanqi. Jinling, late at night, in the forest area of ​​the outer suburbs. The lonely leaves were rustled by the wind, and then fell with a rustling sound. The wind is biting. In the mass grave, corpses lay scattered like a hill. The smell of corpses fills the sky! A broken straw mat rolled up with a recently dead woman...