Images of their youthful days galloping on horseback and charging through battlefields flashed through their minds, bringing a touch of unrestrained boldness and heroism.
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The New Year's Eve family feast came to a perfect end amidst the melodious singing, as the young members of the Lin Clan accompanied the elders in staying up late to welcome the New Year.
Two of the little ones were having too much fun to sleep, and along with a few slightly older brothers, they pestered their sister to take them hunting in the depths of the mountain.
"Why hunt during the New Year? It's inauspicious to see bloodshed. Go back and sleep."
Duke of Zhen was getting a headache from the children's clamors, and he couldn't bear it any longer—he erupted once again.
With a powerful roar, he drove the kids out of the room, finally enjoying some peace and quiet.
Lin Qingluo was also feeling a bit tired, covering her mouth as she yawned, her damp eyelids glistening with moisture.
