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Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 1026 - 1023 You Must Remember Who Forced Father
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Chapter 1026: Chapter 1023: You Must Remember, Who Forced Father to His Death_1

Chapter 1026 -1023: You Must Remember, Who Forced Father to His Death_1

Noble Lord’s gaze dimmed for a moment as he gently stroked the Prince’s hair, laughing at himself mockingly, “If only back then, I could have been as fearless about life and death as I am now, and accompanied her to the Underworld, there wouldn’t be the pain of separation today.”

“Father, no.”

Lin Yixuan cried heartbreakingly, hugging Noble Lord tightly, unwilling to let go, “Don’t go, I can’t live without Father.”

“My son, remember who forced your father to his death.”

A cold light flashed in Noble Lord’s eyes, he cupped the Prince’s face with both hands, stared into his eyes, gritting his teeth and uttered word by word, “When the army breaks through Jiankang, kill the Beiqi Monarch and avenge your father.”

“No, I don’t want revenge. I don’t want Father to die.”

Li Yixuan shook his head desperately, wailing with a hoarse voice.

“Be good, listen, when your father is gone, you must learn to take care of yourself, not relying on others for everything. A ten-year-old boy should learn to survive independently in this world that’s not as beautiful as it seems.”

Noble Lord’s eyes were filled with determination. He took out a dagger from his chest, put it in the young Prince’s hand, and pushed him away heartlessly, then turned and walked towards the caravan.

“No, Father, don’t go.”

Lin Yixuan gripped the dagger tightly and chased after him subconsciously, trying to grab onto his father’s sleeve.

Noble Lord brushed off his sleeve and avoided his hand.

“Father…”

Lin Yixuan was in extreme pain, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

Lin Qingluo couldn’t bear it, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the sobbing young Prince.

Lin Yixuan watched as his father boarded the carriage, and the frightened guards changed direction before fleeing. He clung tightly to his sister, crying silently.

*

County Chief’s residence.

Mo Canglan was half-asleep beside Lin Jinxu’s bed, his hand propping up his forehead.

Lin Jinyu walked in quietly and came to the bedside. He gently pushed Mo Canglan a couple of times to wake him up.

“First Brother Lin?”

Mo Canglan was drowsy when he suddenly opened his eyes, his brain still groggy. He rubbed his eyelids and looked at Lin Jinyu, revealing a hint of confusion.

Lin Jinyu smiled and looked concerned, “It’s late, you should go to sleep. I’ll watch over Second Brother.”

“It’s not necessary.”

As Mo Canglan was about to decline, a ripple appeared in the air and Lin Qingluo, holding Lin Yixuan, appeared before them.

“Master.” “Sister.”

Both Mo Canglan and Lin Jinyu were delighted to see the spirited young girl, but when they saw Lin Yixuan at her side, they felt a sudden sense of unease, sensing that something was wrong.

“Brother Lan, do you have a Spirit Pill to restore his voice?”

Lin Qingluo held Lin Yixuan’s hand tightly and got straight to the point.

“Yes.”

Mo Canglan glanced at Lin Yixuan with drooping eyes, silent. He took a bottle of Spirit Pill from his Storage Bracelet and handed it to Lin Qingluo.

“Big Brother.”

Lin Qingluo took the Spirit Pill and looked at Lin Jinyu, her pretty face solemn, “Tomorrow morning, you, Third Brother, and Fourth Brother will follow me. We will lead fifty thousand light cavalry as the vanguard, marching ahead and attacking the next city, Yong’an.”

“Alright.”

Lin Jinyu nodded solemnly, glanced at Lin Yixuan, and sensed something amiss from the glimpse of killing intent inadvertently revealed by his younger sister.

Mo Canglan spoke up instinctively, “Master, I’ll go to Yong’an with you.”

“You stay behind and follow the main army.”

Lin Qingluo’s face was serious, brooking no objection, “The pace of the march will speed up from now on. You stay in the army camp and treat the wounded with peace of mind.”

“Alright.”

Mo Canglan was accustomed to obeying his little master, accepting the order without another word.

“Big Brother, we have a long march tomorrow, so you should rest early too.”

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