Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 539 - 538: Lin Clan Brothers, Little Eight, Little Nine_1
Chapter 539: Chapter 538: Lin Clan Brothers, Little Eight, Little Nine_1
Two horse carriages, one following the other, turned around the alley corner. They were heading in the direction of the front gate of the Duke of Zhen’s mansion.
“Mother’s here.”
Lin Qingluo’s eyes lit up. She ran up to greet them, hopped on the carriage, parted the curtain to slip into the car, and dove into Ye Xue’e’s arms like a baby pigeon.
“Qingluo, my darling, Mother missed you dearly.”
As Ye Xue’e embraced her soft and warm daughter, her eyes turned red instantly and her tears uncontrollably streamed down.
“Qingluo also missed Mother.”
Lin Qingluo snuggled in her mother’s arms, immersed in the long-lost warmth.
This sweet moment lasted briefly.
A slender jade finger, filled with deep resent, poked on her forehead.
Ye Xue’e dabbed the tears in her eyes with a handkerchief and pretended to be angry, reprimanding: “You child, being gone for months without even writing a letter home.”
“Mother, it’s not that Qingluo didn’t want to write.” freeweɓnøvel.com
Lin Qingluo wrinkled her brow, covering her forehead while explaining with a bitter laugh, “It’s just that the place I went was a bit too far, not convenient to mail letters.”
“Not sincere.”
Ye Xue’e pouted, staring at her with deep discontent.
“Hehe, Mother, you must be tired from your journey, Qingluo will take you back to Quiet Elegance Residence to rest first.”
Lin Qingluo gave a wry smile, regretfully thinking if only she hadn’t gotten on the carriage, but had chosen to hide behind big brother instead!
At the moment, Ye Xue’e still thought that Qingluo had only gone on a tour to the eastern border city. She hadn’t yet learned about their detour to Phoenix Pass, their ordeal amid battle fire, and the initial victory.
If she found out, the reaction wouldn’t be resentment but shock.
With the return of the eldest grandson of his prime lineage, the whole family was reunited, bringing immense joy to the Duke and Duchess of Zhen.
The long-quiet mansion of the Duke of Zhen came alive again. A grand reception feast was laid out. The courtyard was filled with red lanterns while maids and grannies were chatting and laughing joyfully; it was as festive as New Year’s.
Lin Jinyu, Lin Jinyang, Lin Jinpeng, the three great-grandsons, returned to the mansion to visit the Old Master first.
Seeing that the Old Master was still spirited and his condition not as severe as they had imagined, they all breathed a sigh of relief, their anxieties temporarily subsiding.
Lin Jinhao, known as Little Eight, Lin Jinlei as Little Nine, Lin Jinrui as Little Ten, Lin Jintong as Little Eleven, Lin Jinfeng as Little Twelve, and Lin Jinming as Little Thirteen, these six younger brothers looked up to big brother.
Just out from the Autumn Frost Residence, they trailed eagerly behind Lin Jinyu, begging him to narrate the incidents in the valley.
Lin Jinyu, who had a good temper, patiently granted his little brothers’ wish, told them everything all afternoon back in the Drunken Snow Residence.
The six youngsters listened with great excitement, their minds in a fervor.
Particularly when they heard about the three intelligent gatekeeping pythons at the entrance of the Mystic Canyon, their mouths gaped in awe, and their eyes glittered with admiration.
Lin Jinhao, already ten years old, listened to his brother’s account and put on a solemn face. He made it clear that he was mature enough to share his older brothers’ burdens.
Next time when Jinyang and Jinpeng went to the Mystic Canyon, they must take him along.
Not wanting to be left behind, Lin Jinlei expressed his wish to accompany his brothers next time too. Though only nine, his physical prowess was excellent, and he was a martial arts prodigy. He was even more skilled in martial arts and archery than Jinhao.
Jinhao couldn’t fall behind his brothers.
Lin Jinyu was overjoyed. The Fourth Generation of the Lin Family was teeming with talents; they are surpassing their predecessors in every aspect.
As the eldest brother, he was bursting with pride.
“You’re just nine. Why are you trying to compete with me? Think you’re something because your martial arts skills are slightly better? See if you can defeat Sister Qingluo.”
Lin Jinhao had a different take. Given his childlike nature, he was somewhat exasperated with Jinlei’s competitiveness and used their sister to hit back at him.
