Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 1032 - 1029 Lin Yixuan Coughs up Blood Sister

Chapter 1032: Chapter 1029: Lin Yixuan Coughs up Blood, Sister Takes You Back to Immortal Island_1

Chapter 1032 -1029: Lin Yixuan Coughs up Blood, Sister Takes You Back to Immortal Island_1

“Let’s go and see what’s happened.”

Lin Jinyu, Lin Jinzhou, and Lin Jinyun, the three brothers, exchanged glances and followed without needing any words.

“Let’s go too.”

Wang Meng, Feng Yi, and Shitou, filled with apprehension, charged out of the camp like their feet were on fire.

“Yixuan.”

When Lin Qingluo appeared in Lin Yixuan’s tent and saw his pale face, weak vitality, and a large blood stain on his chest, her heart gave a painful throb.

Without a second thought, she stuffed a Spirit Pill into his mouth. Her right hand, glowing with Spiritual Power, pressed on his chest.

A gentle stream of Spiritual Power flowed out from her palm, infiltrated his heart and lungs, and began repairing the damaged connections.

“Sister…”

“Father… Father is dead… the Cold Palace is on fire… He and that woman… They’re both dead…” Said Lin Yixuan, blood suddenly flowing out from the corners of his mouth, “It hurts so much…”

“Yixuan.”

Lin Qingluo sucked in a sharp breath, her gaze full of heartache at the sight of the crying boy.

“Awoo!”

Baoya darted into the tent like a bolt of white lightning, jumped up on the bed, and affectionately rubbed its fluffy head against Lin Yixuan’s arm.

“What happened?”

“Yixuan is spitting blood?”

“Why has this happened?”

The other young men rushed into the tent and, seeing this scene, their hearts beat furiously with shock.

“The Noble Lord is dead, consumed by fire, leaving no remains.”

Lin Qingluo’s delicate and tremulous voice clearly transmitted into the ears of every young man.

“Ah!”

Shocked, a silence fell over the young men, except for Shitou, who uttered a terse syllable.

“Big Brother, give the order. We’ll set out with the army tomorrow morning.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyebrows knitted together in fury. “We won’t worry about the remaining four cities right now. We’ll head straight for Jiankang.”

“Alright.”

Lin Jinyu solemnly nodded, patted Lin Yixuan’s shoulder in comfort, then turned and left the tent.

The rest of the young men, their hearts heavy, stepped up in turn. They either patted his shoulder or embraced the crying boy to express their comfort and support.

“Brother Meng, Shitou, Feng Yi.”

Before her three disciples left the tent, Lin Qingluo quietly warned them: “The monarch of Beiqi Kingdom is accompanied by a cultivator, be careful when you break into Jiankang and enter the Imperial Palace.”

“Okay, we understand.”

The three disciples responded in unison, glanced at the despondent and weak Lin Yixuan, and left the tent with heavy hearts.

“Yixuan, don’t cry anymore. Once we take Jiankang and eliminate the Monarch of Beiqi Kingdom to avenge your father, I’ll take you back to Immortal Island.”

Lin Qingluo sighed deeply, cradling Lin Yixuan’s head, allowing him to lean on her shoulder.

“Cough, cough.”

Upon hearing of Immortal Island, a glimmer of light flashed in Lin Yixuan’s eyes. He coughed weakly a couple of times, spitting out another stream of blood.

Lin Qingluo tensed and fed him another Spirit Pill.

Lin Yixuan swallowed the Spirit Pill and, leaning on his sister’s shoulder, closed his eyes.

Lin Qingluo’s hand was blinkering with Spiritual Power. A gentle wave of this magic flowed out from her palm, nourishing his heart strings.

She nurtured him throughout the night.

Early the next day, Lin Yixuan’s condition improved significantly. He was no longer coughing up blood.

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The ten-year-old boy, with his inherent stubbornness, forced himself to rise from the bed, insisting on accompanying the army into battle.

Lin Qingluo relented and allowed him to ride Yellow Jujube by her side.

Fifty thousand light cavalry soldiers stormed ahead, bypassing the remaining four cities and marching straight towards Jiankang.

*

A bamboo house in the valley.

Feng Liu, propping her cheeks with her hand, leaned back to rest on a small table, on the verge of falling asleep.

Ah Ruhan, with a plate of fresh fruit in hand, lifted the curtain and walked slowly into the house.

“Ruhan, you’re here.”

On hearing the soft noise, Feng Liu rubbed her eyes and opened them in a daze.