The Imperial Concubi

For the past three days, she hadn't eaten or drunk anything. It was a severe winter, and her body couldn't take it anymore.,As soon as the words left her mouth, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Thankfully, three years of forbearance hadn't been in vain.。