Quickly wear multiple pregnancies, charming and charming the villain

"Look at you, you're sweating all over. Are you exhausted?"

Lin Chunhuan put the book on the small table beside her and gently wiped the sweat off Wuleji. "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 my parents' and my cotton-padded clothes, spread them on the ground, and crawled on the ground with my brother. When my brother was hungry, I gave him goat milk to drink."

"You don't know, my lady, my brother is very white. He is not like me, who can never be white no matter how hard I try."

Seeing that Wuleji was getting more and more depressed, Lin Chunhuan also fell silent, and his throat felt itchy from being blocked.

She never had 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 little girl of seven or eight years old, were laid out nakedly before her.

She couldn't refuse or resist, and had to try her best to understand and touch him. Thinking about it now, she still couldn't help but feel her stomach churning.

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, "Let go of the past. The past is over. We still have to look forward to our lives."

"I know." Wuleji said, and suddenly burst into tears, and then hastily wiped them away with his sleeves, "Compared to most people, I am already a very lucky one."

"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 worthy of anyone's concern, 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, Uleji 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 good?"

"But the annual sacrifice is coming soon. This is the first annual sacrifice since the Khan ascended the throne. Your Majesty, you are the biological mother of the eldest son. According to the rules, you should take the eldest son to stand beside the Khan and 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?"

During the more than two months of house arrest, Ulun Zhurige made trouble for a month, but gradually calmed down. On the surface, he seemed to be 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 this one was made to kneel, tomorrow that one was made to 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 presentable and not worth worrying about.

Originally, everyone in the West Palace was hoping that Lin Chunhuan could complain to Arslan, but she said nothing. It had only been a month and 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 very angry. He felt that Zhurige was taking advantage of his queen being under house arrest.

Lin Chunhuan didn't care about this. "Why are you in such a hurry? Is it easy to take advantage of your wife?"

"My lady, do you have a plan?"

Wuleji's eyes were bright, 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 both sides of the Khan, even though the East Palace and the West Palace are equal."

"But the east is expensive and the west is cheap, and the left is expensive and the right is cheap."

"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 stand on the Khan's left..."

Wuleji's voice became smaller and smaller, and something seemed wrong as he spoke. "This is not right. In this way, the eldest son will have to stand with the one from the East Palace?!"

"But you are the eldest son's biological mother, how can this be allowed!"

Seeing that Wuleji had reacted, Lin Chunhuan picked up the book at hand again, "So, wait, there will always be a result."

Wuleji took a moment to react, his face looking a little strange, "My queen, you are not going to use this child... just like the one in the East Palace..."

"What are you thinking about!" Lin Chunhuan poked Wuleji's forehead with amusement, and then his expression became serious, "Wuleji, no matter what time or situation, I will never gamble with the safety of my children."

"Whether it's my child or someone else's."

The annual festival is one of the most important festivals in the entire Tatar. 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.

"All right!"

Arslan slammed the table, and the noisy study immediately became quiet. Facing that gloomy face, no one could say a word.

"You have been arguing for ten days. Can't you come to an agreement? It's just a matter of standing. Is it that difficult?"