NOVPUBChapter 991: Chapter 990: Curfew, Daddy is the Best_1
Chapter 991 -990: Curfew, Daddy is the Best_1
“Sister, are you awake?”
“Your sister had to go out on something urgent last night.”
Su Hu glanced at Lin Yixuan, lowered his voice, and whispered into his daughter’s ear, “It seems like something has happened to the one in the palace. The Security Battalion entered the city overnight and imposed a three-day curfew, requiring all the stores and restaurants to close and no noise.”
“Really? What bad luck.”
Lin Qingluo understood and unconsciously gripped Lin Yixuan’s hand, silently comforting him.
Lin Yixuan’s eyes were downcast, tears swirling in his eyes, holding back from flowing.
“You two must have rushed here overnight from the countryside and not eaten breakfast. I’ll make you something.”
Although Su Hu appeared to be a rough man, he was actually delicate in his understanding, sensing that something was off with Lin Yixuan and swiftly changing the subject.
“Thank you, dad. You’re the best.”
Lin Qingluo’s eyes curved, and she gave Su Hu a sweet smile.
“Hehe.”
With a single “Dad, you’re the best,” Su Hu’s heart blossomed with happiness, and he practically skipped to the kitchen.
Soon, a wisp of smoke rose from the kitchen as the charcoal in the stove crackled and burned.
Lin Qingluo led Lin Yixuan to the side room that her adoptive parents had kept for her. As she pushed open the door and stepped over the threshold,
The room was clean and tidy, with new sheets and bedding. It was apparent that someone had been cleaning and arranging it regularly.
“This room hasn’t been occupied for a long time, so it’s a bit damp and cold. I’ll get some charcoal from the kitchen, and then we’ll eat breakfast before going to the palace.”
Lin Qingluo sat Lin Yixuan down on the small couch, patted his head comfortingly, and reassured gently, “You haven’t slept all night. You can rest your eyes for a while before eating.”
“Hmm.”
Lin Yixuan looked up at his sister, tugging at the corner of his mouth, trying to muster a barely discernible smile.
“If you can’t smile, don’t force yourself. There’s no need to torture yourself.”
Lin Qingluo’s heart ached, and she looked away and walked away.
“Wuu, Empress Mother.”
As she crossed the threshold, she heard the sound of suppressed sobs behind her.
“Sigh.”
She let out a deep breath, closed the room door, and strode towards the kitchen.
*
Su Hu was busy in the kitchen, washing rice, making rice porridge, steaming steamed buns, bustling around.
Lin Qingluo walked into the kitchen, leaned in close to Su Hu’s ear, and asked softly, “Dad, can you find a way to get Yixuan some mourning clothes?”
“Plop.”
Shocked, Su Hu dropped the steamed bun from his hand to the ground, “Does Yixuan already know?”
“Yes.”
Lin Qingluo felt dejected, stepped forward, picked up the steamed bun, dusted it off, and handed it back to him.
“Mourning clothes?”
Su Hu held the steamed bun and pondered, “How soon do you need them? Is it urgent?”
“Before noon.”
Lin Qingluo calculated, “I want to take Yixuan into the palace as soon as possible.”
“Alright.”
Su Hu’s fatherly love exploded, and he readily agreed, “Leave it to me. I’ll think of a way.”
“Thank you, dad.”
Lin Qingluo’s eyes flashed with gratitude, and she gave him a sweet smile.
“No need to thank me.”
Su Hu grinned and skillfully placed the steamed bun in the steamer and wiped his hands on his clothes, intending to go out.
Lin Qingluo looked surprised, “Dad, are you going out now?”
“I’ll take advantage of the darkness and go for a walk.”
Su Hu had his own plan. “With all the stores closed, I’ll find out where the owner of the funeral clothing shop lives and buy the clothes directly from him.”
“Be careful, dad.”
Lin Qingluo looked concerned. “If you see any soldiers from the Security Battalion, stay far away.”
