"I thought our family would live happily ever after like this." Arusa's face was streaked with tears as she spoke, her voice filled with confusion and sorrow.

"Sister, are my existence and my brother's existence a disgrace to the Mongolian people? Are we bastards? Is that why we deserve to be harmed?"

Qingyin gently wiped away the tears on her face and carefully guided the bewildered girl: "Of course not. Just like Mother said, you and your brother are treasures sent to them by the Eternal Heaven. Have Father and Mother ever said anything bad about you?"

"No!" The confusion in Alsa's eyes slowly faded, and she regained her resolve.

"It's their fault, it's their greed that destroyed my home."

Qingyin looked at the little girl with satisfaction. The little girl, who had cleared her confusion, was like a precious gem shining brightly.

This time, Arusa spoke without hesitation or fear about her nightmarish experience: "The weather was nice that day. My father went up the hillside to pick mushrooms, leaving only my brother and me in the house with my mother and maternal grandfather (Mukechen) to grind wheat. A group of blue-eyed men barged in. They were speaking Mongolian. They saw my brother and me and called us 'bastards' and 'inferior.' My mother didn't understand, but my grandfather and grandmother did, and they stood firmly in front of my mother and us. My mother pulled my brother and me and ran towards the back door. That was the first and last time my mother pulled us so tightly. In the woodshed in the back room, my brother and I learned that my mother and the others had dug a cellar. It was very, very dark inside, and my mother stuffed my brother and me inside."

"I've forgotten what my mother said to us back then. I only remember my brother's hand tightly covering my mouth, the strong smell of blood, the laughter of those men, and my father coming back. I heard his cries of pain and the increasingly unrestrained laughter of those men."

"I don't know how much time passed, it was pitch black outside and there wasn't a sound, then my brother carried me out."

"The one standing in front of the curtain is my mother. She never dares to kill chickens, but now the knife stuck in her stomach is in her own hand, and there is so much blood on my father, maternal grandfather, and maternal grandmother."

“My brother didn’t cry. He carried me on his back, took some clothes, and climbed up the mountain in the backyard. There was a cave left by our father when he was hunting. We hugged each other that night. I knew then that my brother couldn’t cry anymore, because I was the same way. I wanted to cry but couldn’t.”

"Later, my brother followed in my father's footsteps and went hunting. Sometimes there were some, sometimes not. I also often went looking for wild vegetables, but there were too few. We were often hungry and ate very little. I could feel that I was going to die. I lay on the ground and my brother cried. He went down the mountain and came back when I was in a daze. He was very happy. He said that he had saved a benefactor and that I was saved. He told me to wait for him."

"I was so tired. I wanted to wait for him, but then the bad guys came..."

"It hurt a lot, but after the pain subsided, I felt very light, just like now. I saw my brother. He came back with a nobleman. He was crying very hard. I wanted to comfort him and tell him not to cry, but he couldn't see me. Later, I followed my brother and learned that the nobleman was the Fourteenth Prince of the Qing Dynasty, a man of high status. I thought that my brother had saved him, so he should have a good life. But my brother joined the army. He trained day and night. I watched him become indifferent and never smiled again. He fought desperately on the battlefield, and in the end, he died on the battlefield."

Arisa raised her tearful eyes and smiled faintly, saying, "Sister, I wish that brother can be happy and not work so hard. I've followed brother to see many places, and I know that there are good people and bad people, so I hope that there will be no more bad people in Tibet."

"Alright, as you wish." Qingyin looked at Arsa gently, and a contract appeared before Arsa's eyes.

Without hesitation, Arsa marked herself and lay down in the River of Time, and Aoto followed suit.

The moment Aon opened her eyes, everything was pitch black, but behind her came a suppressed, heavy breathing sound. Aon realized that the time point of the River of Time could not be chosen, and she was currently at the point in time when Arusa's family was killed.

Aon lowered her breath and accepted the transmission of memories. Sure enough, now was the time for Alsa and Aluna to hide. In the darkness, Aon's deep eyes darkened, and she looked at the seemingly empty scene outside with a deep gaze.

At this time, Arsa and Aluna hid in the cellar for two days before daring to come out on the second night. Fortunately, thanks to their grandfather's teachings, Arsa and Aluna would not have been able to escape this calamity.

As Qingyin heard the Mongolian language suddenly coming from beside her and saw the fearful yet hateful look in Aluna's eyes, she gripped his hand tightly.

"Damn it, this old bastard is too good at hiding people! Where did those two brats hide?"

"And those Central Plains people, those bitches, they died so quickly, damn it, can't even have a good time! Hey, big brother, that little brat must have run off, we've been waiting here all day and haven't seen a trace of him!"

The steady voice, seemingly addressed as the elder brother, finally rang out: "The Han people are cunning; who knows where they're hiding? Let's wait a bit longer. I won't feel at ease until they've all been killed."

Another voice, filled with obsequiousness, chimed in, "Alright, we'll do as you say, brother. But it won't be good to keep Lord Gerchin waiting for too long, will it?"

"Alright, let's wait another hour and if we still can't see it, we'll leave."

"Okay."

Less than an hour later, the sound of a group of people walking out could be heard, and the sound gradually faded into the distance until it disappeared from sight.

Aruna, hiding in the cellar, suddenly brightened up. Then, remembering something, she shook her head slightly at Qingyin, who held onto Aruna without moving.

Two hours later, the man's rough voice suddenly rang out.

"Alright, that brat ran away a long time ago, he's gone, Engel."

"Yes, brother!"

In the vast darkness, Aruna's eyes shone with an eerie light. "Enge, Gerchin... he will avenge Father and Mother."

Aruna held her sister's hand, her eyes burning with vengeful rage and despairing grief.

Just like the original owner, Qingyin did not stop what had happened before. She waited with her brother for a few days as usual, and only came out at night. The moment she came out of the cellar, Qingyin followed Aluna and kowtowed several times to her parents and relatives on the ground. Aluna then found a few clothes and prepared to leave.

Unlike her previous life, Qingyin tugged at Aluna's sleeve, her voice hoarse from not eating or drinking for days, and said, "Brother, there are still some cakes that Mother hid in my room that haven't been taken. Let's take them with us."

“Okay,” Aluna’s equally hoarse voice replied.

The flatbreads weren't originally there; the food in this house had already been stolen by those people. This start was too disastrous, so Qingyin had no choice but to use the most reasonable method to exchange for some of the hardest flatbreads from the system.