"Look at you, you're sweating all over. You must be exhausted, right?"
Lin Chunhuan placed the book on the small table beside her and gently wiped the sweat off Wuleji's face. "You care about Zabusu more than I, your own mother!"
“Not tired!”
Wuleji shook his head happily, but soon his mood calmed down again. "When my parents were busy, I took care of my younger brother."
"We couldn't afford such a good blanket, so I took out all my parents' and my cotton-padded clothes and spread them on the ground. I crawled on the ground with my brother. When he was hungry, I gave him goat milk."
"You don't know, my lady, but my brother is very fair. He's not like me, who can never be white no matter how hard I try."
Seeing that Wuleji was becoming more and more depressed, Lin Chunhuan also fell silent, and his throat felt itchy from being blocked.
She did not have the blood relationship like Uleji, never saw her parents, had a selfish sister, and the hellish orphanage was all she had in her childhood.
She never dared to recall the past. Occasionally, in her dreams at midnight, the disgusting activities between men and women, which were disgusting to a girl of seven or eight years old, were laid out nakedly in front of her.
She couldn't refuse or resist, and had to desperately try to understand and touch him. Thinking about it now, her stomach still churns uncontrollably.
The funny thing is that even though she hates these things so much, she still has to rely on her charming face and amazing skills in bed to maintain her hard-earned affluent life.
As for Uleji's family...
Lin Chunhuan lowered his head and smiled lightly, "Let go of the past. The past is the past. We still have to look forward to our lives."
"I know." Wuleji said, tears suddenly falling, and then hastily wiped them away with his sleeve. "Compared to most people, I am already very lucky."
"I am very lucky to have met you, my lady, and to have witnessed the tragic death of my father's murderer."
"For people like us, life and death are not worth caring about, let alone dignity and ideals. But the queen is right, we must look forward to the future."
“Even if we are crushed by rocks or drowned by floods, we will survive!”
Lin Chunhuan patted her hands, lowered her head and remained silent. She felt that she should be thinking about something, but no, her mind was empty and she was not thinking about anything.
She also understood that she shouldn't think about anything.
"My Lady, you are pregnant. Why don't you tell the Khan now?"
After recovering her composure, Uleji was still the quick-witted girl she once was. She asked someone to clean up the blankets and toys on the floor in no time.
Although the fact that Lin Chunhuan was pregnant again had not been made public, Wuleji knew about it, so he paid attention to details everywhere, fearing that Lin Chunhuan would step on any small thing and slip.
After everyone cleared out, Lin Chunhuan raised his head and responded, "Why rush? We are living in our own yard now, isn't it great?"
"But the annual sacrifice is coming soon. This is the first annual sacrifice since the Khan ascended the throne. Your Majesty, you are the eldest son's biological mother. According to the rules, you should take the eldest son and stand beside the Khan to accept the kneeling worship of the entire Darnay tribe!"
"If I'm confined here, wouldn't that person from the East Palace take advantage of me again?"
After being under house arrest for more than two months, Ulun Zhurige made trouble for a month, but then gradually calmed down. On the surface, he seemed silent, but in fact, he was interfering in the affairs of the West Palace.
Originally, the two palaces were in charge of different things and had nothing to do with each other, but Zhu Rige was deliberately suppressing the people in the West Palace.
Today he made this person kneel, and tomorrow he made that person copy scriptures. For a while, the whole West Palace was in chaos. On the other hand, in the East Palace, Zhu Rige sent several women to Arsalan's bed.
There were a few times when he even cut off Lin Chunhuan's beard.
But in the eyes of men, this is all just the jealousy of little women, which is not decent and not worth worrying about.
Originally, everyone in the West Palace was hoping that Lin Chunhuan could complain to Arslan, but she said nothing. In just one month, the ladies in the West Palace were already complaining.
Many people even speculated that since the West Palace had fallen out of favor, the power to manage the two palaces would probably fall into the hands of the one in the East Palace.
It was only because Arslan came to visit from time to time that the voices were suppressed.
When Uleji saw all this, he was naturally furious. He felt that Zhurige was taking advantage of his wife who was under house arrest.
Lin Chunhuan didn't care about this. "Why are you so anxious? Is it easy to take advantage of your wife?"
"My Queen, do you have a plan?"
Wuleji's eyes lit up, but Lin Chunhuan looked up and asked her, "If I go to the annual sacrifice, how should I stand on the altar?"
"This..." Wuleji hesitated for a moment, "If there is no eldest son, according to the rules, you and the one from the East Palace should stand on either side of the Khan, even though the East and West Palaces are equal."
"But it has always been the case that the east is more expensive and the west is less expensive, and the left is more expensive and the right is less expensive."
"So, the Queen should stand on the Khan's right, and the one from the East Palace should stand on the left. But now that the Queen has given birth to the eldest son, although the Khan did not make him the young master, the Khan only has this one son. Logically, the eldest son should sit on the Khan's left..."
Wuleji's voice became increasingly quiet, and something seemed to be wrong as he spoke. "This isn't right. If this happens, the eldest son will have to side with the one from the East Palace!!"
"But your majesty, you are the eldest prince's biological mother, how can this be allowed!"
Seeing Wuleji's reaction, Lin Chunhuan picked up the book at hand again and said, "So, wait, there will always be a result."
Wuleji took a moment to react, his expression a little strange, "My Queen, you wouldn't want to use this child... just like the one in the East Palace..."
"What are you thinking!" Lin Chunhuan poked Wuleji's forehead in amusement, then turned serious. "Wuleji, no matter what time or situation, I will never gamble with my child's safety."
"Whether it's my child or someone else's."
The annual festival is one of the most important festivals in the entire Tatarstan. In addition, this is the first festival held after Arslan ascended the throne, so it is naturally given great importance.
He was so busy that he was exhausted and hadn't entered the harem for several days.
But even so, during the daily meetings, several important ministers would still quarrel in front of him, especially the military generals headed by Qimuge and the civil officials headed by High Priest Isainzan.
"alright!"
Arslan slammed the table, and the noisy study immediately became quiet. Facing that gloomy face, no one could say a word.
"You've been arguing for ten whole days, and you can't even come to a conclusion? It's just a matter of standing, is it really that difficult?"
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