Chapter 1842: Chapter 1822: Lin Yan Story Part 6_1 Chapter 1842: Chapter 1822: Lin Yan Story Part 6_1 “Mother has left to heal Father’s wounds.”

Ye Zimo hugged his sister tightly and didn’t let go: “We are both too young to help, we would only get in the way.”

“Hey.”

The little girl looked at her small body and sighed in frustration.

Third Uncle’s children were extraordinarily intelligent and had a solid foundation in martial arts, displaying astonishing talents from a young age.

Could it be that the best genes from the Duke of Zhen’s family were inherited by Third Uncle?

The young boy lay on the bed, gasping weakly and involuntarily recalling the past stories about Third Uncle he had heard from his elders.

Duke of Zhen’s Third Young Master, Ye Feng, possessed exceptional innate talent and extraordinary martial arts skills since childhood.

At the age of nine, he apprenticed to the prominent Sword Immortal, True Master Chixia, and practiced for ten years.

On the day of his return, he happened to encounter foreign experts challenging the Central Plains Martial World. They set up an arena in Capital City and injured dozens of people, their arrogance was extreme.

Ye Feng was not afraid and challenged all the foreign experts by himself.

Clad in black, the young man of youthful exuberance killed all the foreign experts one by one with his sword.

From then on, Ye Feng became famous in a single battle, and the prestige of the Duke of Zhen’s household reached an unprecedented height.*
Ye Feng was the Duke of Zhen’s proudest son, but also the one who caused him the most heartache.

Not long after returning home, Ye Feng left a secret letter and disappeared without a trace.

Except for the Duke of Zhen and the Crown Prince, no one else knew about the content of the letter.

It was only by chance that he had heard a few words from his father and guessed what was between the lines.

In the letter, Ye Feng confessed that he had fallen in love with the daughter of an enemy general. Their love was unacceptable to the world, so they had to hide their identities and leave together.*
Ten years later, Third Uncle was still missing, and both Grandfather and Father condemned him for choosing the wrong path and remained silent on the matter.

But he could clearly see.

Whenever the anniversary of Third Uncle leaving home came around, Grandfather and Father would be extremely saddened.

Especially Grandfather, who would drink himself into a stupor, with old tears streaming down his face.

“Big Brother, don’t cry.”

The soft sound of his little sister’s voice brought the young boy back to reality.

He instinctively wiped his face and realized that unknowingly, tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

“Big Brother, does it hurt?”

The little girl did not know the thoughts in his mind and thought the wound was painful. She stood on her tiptoes, clinging to the bedside, trying to reach out her little arm to touch his wound.

“Big Brother is not in pain anymore.”

Looking at the little girl and thinking that she was Third Uncle’s daughter and his sister, the young boy’s eyes were filled with tenderness and warmth.

“Big Brother, have some candy.”

Believing his words, the little girl pulled out a piece of milk candy from her pocket and handed it to him with a big smile.

“Thank you.”

The boy’s eyes sparkled as he stared at the colorful candy wrapper for a few seconds before taking it, unwrapping it, and popping it into his mouth.

“Is it tasty?”

Seeing him eat the candy, the little girl’s eyes curved into crescents in delight.

“It’s tasty.”

The young boy savored the sweet milk candy, feeling the sweetness melting into his heart.

“Sister, I want to eat candy too.”

Ye Zimo watched the young boy eat the candy with envy, swallowing his saliva.

The milk candies were bought by their father from the market in town specifically for the little girl, and there were only a few pieces left, which neither he nor his big brother had.

“Second Brother, have some candy.”

Grinning brightly, the little girl found another piece of milk candy and stuffed it straight into the second brother’s mouth without even removing the wrapper.

“Hehe.”

Ye Zimo didn’t mind, happily sucking on the milk candy with a grin on his face.

The interactions between siblings were heartwarming, and the young boy watched silently, involuntarily thinking of his own family who had fallen into misfortune, with a tinge of sadness in his eyes.