However, in just a few years, the Chen Kingdom was destroyed, and the destruction of the country and the family was nothing new in this land. Compared with the unity of the Tatars, the Central Plains countries were divided, like a pile of loose sand.

The headache slowly subsided, and when Lin Chunhuan saw the scene clearly, he was a little dazed.

Has she returned to the day when the State of Chen was destroyed?

In the previous life, the two most powerful Tatar tribes, the Zalantu tribe and the Darhan tribe, destroyed the Chen State. When these two tribes joined forces, almost no country in the Central Plains could resist.

The demise of the State of Chen was inevitable.

As the favorite concubine of King Chen, she and her sister Lin Yihuan, the twins, would naturally be divided up as spoils of war. Her sister had been quick-witted since she was a child.

Even though they entered the palace together as concubines, and even though they had almost identical faces, the other one received more favor than her, the older sister.

Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips and slowly knelt down straight. Before she could say anything, Lin Yihuan was caught from outside and thrown to the ground just like her.

Before the two of them even had time to make eye contact, two more people walked in.

One of them took just one look, and Lin Chunhuan quickly lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, fearing that the other person would notice him.

Looking at his arms which were still as white and smooth as before and not yet covered with scars from being cut, Lin Chunhuan couldn't help but shudder, but forced himself to calm down.

"Young Master, please take me back! I am like a reed, and have admired heroes since I was a child. If I can get even a little bit of pity from you, I will do anything!"

There were two people standing in front of him. One was tall and strong, with skin as shiny as bronze ink, and a face as resolute as a knife, but with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. The other one had a pale face. Although he was also good-looking, he was not as strong as a grassland man. Instead, he looked like a nobleman from the Central Plains, and looked a little delicate.

On the grassland, only those who are powerful enough can have more say.

In her previous life, Lin Yihuan ran to the feet of the robust young master Dalhan without hesitation, using almost all her strength to show her goodwill, and actually became the concubine of the young master Arslan.

However, Lin Yihuan did not expect that Arslan did not care about women. He simply could not have children with a Tatar woman, so he wanted to try finding a woman from the Central Plains.

Different from the Zalantu tribe.

Dalhan has more than one young master, and Arslan's other brothers already have many children. If he still cannot have children, he will completely lose the qualifications to become the Great Khan!

But how can a person who is infertile give birth to a child just by changing a woman?

Lin Yihuan was highly regarded by everyone. With her fair skin, beautiful looks, and delicate appearance like a dodder, she had a good two years in Darhan. However, no matter how beautiful a woman is, you will get tired of her after looking at her for a long time.

Seeing that Lin Yihuan's belly was still not moving, Arslan finally gave up on her.

But she had occupied Arslan for two whole years, which had long aroused the dissatisfaction of the other Yanshi. Arslan's Khatun regarded her as a thorn in his side.

In the second year after being abandoned, Lin Yihuan completely fell out of favor and was given to Arslan's subordinates by the Khatun. This was not a new thing in Tatar.

She was moved from one yurt to another like a plaything.

Those people didn't even regard her as a human being, but at this time, the young master of Zaruut married a woman from the Central Plains as his wife, and she sat on the same level as the Khatun.

He even went to various tribes to obtain all kinds of precious medicinal herbs for the woman, and treated her as the apple of his eye.

When the Zaruut wedding procession passed by, Lin Yihuan supported her already fragile body and lifted the tent. When she saw the face that looked exactly like her own, she went crazy.

He didn't care about his nakedness and tried desperately to catch up with the team in front.

In the end, he was mistaken for an assassin, stabbed through the heart with a sword, and died on the grassland.

Lin Chunhuan heard about these things from others later, but now... he watched Lin Yihuan make a choice that was completely different from his previous life.

Lin Chunhuan lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

She knew that Lin Yihuan had also been reborn. It was human instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. But this time, someone else would have to deal with Aser's blood bag.

"This woman is very interesting." Aser did not pull his clothes out of Lin Yihuan's hands. Instead, he pinched her cheeks and checked her teeth as if she were an animal.

At the same time, he nonchalantly said to Arslan, who did not react at the side, "Arslan, this belongs to me."

"random."

Arslan also responded perfunctorily.

Anyway, he just needed a Central Plains woman to give birth to a child. As for who the other party was, it didn't matter at all, not to mention that the two women in front of him looked exactly the same.

If the Khan didn't feel that the palace maids outside were not worthy of his status, he would have just pulled one back to try.

As long as these women can give birth to his children, their identities, appearances, or even whether they have served other men are not important to him.

Seeing that Aser actually chose him, Lin Yihuan was so happy that he almost cried. During this moment, he even did not forget to turn around and look at Lin Chunhuan.

Her eyes were clear.

Sister, this time the position of the young master of Zarut, Da Yanshi, will be mine!

Perhaps he was eager to demonstrate his worth, or perhaps it was for some other reason, but soon, Lin Yihuan had pestered Aser to leave. As for what he did after he left, everyone knew it.

Only when the figure disappeared from his sight did Lin Chunhuan relax his tense nerves.

Even my whole body became a little softer.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a pair of boots stopped in front of her. She raised her head and was met with Arslan's expressionless face.

As we all know, Arslan is just like his name, a lion on the battlefield!

If it weren't for his outstanding military achievements, given his mother's low status, he would have no chance of becoming the young master even though he was the son of the Great Khan.

He has no interest in anything other than fighting.

On the grassland, the young master of a tribe is almost equivalent to the crown prince of the Central Plains, except that there is only one crown prince, but there can be many young masters. However, not every son of the Khan is qualified.

Even such an Arslan couldn't help but be stunned when he met Lin Chunhuan's frightened eyes, and couldn't speak for a long time.

He had never seen a woman like this.

Her skin is as white as winter snow, so bright that it hurts the eyes.

Her waist is so soft and her fingers are so slender, completely different from the women on the grassland.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Seeing Arslan frowning, Lin Chunhuan's heart skipped a beat, but he did not choose to hide his emotions. He pursed his lips and nodded silently.