Chapter 1837: Chapter 1817: Extra, Lin Yan Story (Part 1)_1 Chapter 1837: Chapter 1817: Extra, Lin Yan Story (Part 1)_1 Jiuxiao Continent, Shiyan Kingdom.

It was the peak of autumn, with light rain drizzling down, vibrant maple leaves wafting down from the branches, their colorful array scattered by the gentle wind.

Lanshan Village, nestled within the mountains, was a small remote village with a bleak ambiance.

In a low-set farmhouse, Xie Ying leaned against the window, cradling a lovely little girl doll-like in her arms.

The little girl was less than two years old, dressed in a pink padded jacket, her hair fixed with a simple hairpin. On her fair, pinkish little face were a pair of large eyes, as black as gemstones, and long, dense eyelashes, cute beyond words.

Hurried footsteps reverberated from outside the courtyard. The gate was roughly pushed open from the outside, and two young boys ran in one after the other.

“Mother, we are back.”

The two boys, drenched to the skin, had run back from the mountains carrying baskets on their backs, rainwater plastering their hair and clothes.

“Zilin, Zimo, come in quickly, dry your hair, and change your clothes.”

With a tender look in her eyes, Xie Ying carrying her daughter, stood in the doorway, pulling back the curtain, her smile urging her two sons inside.

“Big brothers.”

The little girl seemed delighted at seeing the two boys, sweetly calling them brothers. Her soft, milky voice was so adorable it would melt anyone’s heart.

“Little sister, let your brother hold you.”

The two boys, disregarding their wet clothes, stretched out their arms, competing to hold their sister.

“Sister is still small, she might get sick if she gets wet from the rain.”

Xie Ying laughed and waved them away, repelling her two sons: “Quickly go and change clothes, dry your hair before coming back.”

“Hehe, mother, look, what did we find in the mountain?”

The slightly older boy, nine-year-old Ye Zilin, chuckled, hastily wiped the rainwater off his face, took the basket from his back, and showed his bounty to his mother.

“Lingzhi Mushroom?”

Xie Ying smiled and peered into the basket, her pupils shrinking, her smile frozen on her face.

“Wow, it really is a Lingzhi!”

The slightly younger son, seven-year-old Ye Zimo, howled excitedly, bouncing off the floor.

The sudden howl startled Xie Ying, who scolded him while swatting him on the head, “Little rascal, stop howling, you scared your mother.”

“Ouch.”

Ye Zimo, displaced by the force of his mother, had nearly fallen over.

“Hahaha.”

Ye Zilin, having witnessed his little brother’s clumsy display, burst out laughing with glee.

“Hehe.”

The little girl giggled too, her eyes curved like small crescents, looking even more adorable.

“Stop laughing, go and change clothes.”

Xie Ying fondly kissed her daughter’s tender cheek, took the basket from her son’s hand, and urged them with a smile, “Hurry up or you’ll catch a cold and pass it on to your sister. Trust me, I’ll not spare your legs if you made her sick.”

“Hehe, we’ll go change right now.”

The two boys, scratching their heads and grinning foolishly, dashed into the inner room as quick as the wind.

“Daddy.”

The little girl, squirming in her mother’s arms, her bright, black eyes constantly peeking outside the courtyard.

“Daddy has gone hunting in the mountain.”

Xie Ying followed her daughter’s gaze, a tinge of worry appearing on her face, “The roads would be slick in the rain, and the mountain paths would be treacherous. He probably won’t return until the rain stops.”

“Daddy, come back.”

The little girl seemed to understand her mother’s words, pointed outside the courtyard with her tiny hand.

“He’s back?”

Xie Ying looked surprised, and instinctively believed her daughter, lifting the curtain to look outside with joy overflowing on her face.

“It’s raining.”

The little girl, who loved playing with water, stretched out her hand to catch the falling raindrops.