Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter
Chapter 272 - 270: Almost Blowing Her to the Sky_1

Chapter 272: Chapter 270: Almost Blowing Her to the Sky_1

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“Her sister entered the Imperial Academy, her elder brother ranked as the top scholar in the Provincial Examination, and there’s another brother, Wang Meng, the one who often competes with you in martial arts, who is Su Clan’s adopted son.”

“What? So this little girl is Mengzi’s sister?”

He Yao suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came back to his senses: “So, you’re saying the Little Prince is staying at their home?”

“Isn’t that so? The Little Prince calls her sister, and he follows her around all day like a little tail.”

Li Yong smiled teasingly: “He’s so attached to her, just like a real sister.”

“So, it was her who cured the Little Prince’s leg?”

Lin Jinyu’s heart trembled slightly, and he joined the conversation.

“This is highly classified information, outsiders cannot know about it, but you two are on our side, so it’s fine. Don’t go talking about this outside.”

Li Yong nodded mysteriously, and added before leaving: “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but the Black Wolf Guard is always lurking, and superiors have given strict orders not to disclose information about the Little Prince hiding in the Su family.”

“We understand, we’ll keep the secret.”

There was a glimmer of light in Lin Jinyu’s eyes as he looked at He Yao, and they nodded at each other without prior agreement.

“Good!”

Just as the three of them were talking, there was a sudden burst of applause from the Martial Arts Arena. Su Qingluo, two against one, emerged victorious with a clever move, kicking Wang Yehan and Li Moyun out of the ring.

“The girl is really something, facing two opponents and still remaining calm and collected, she has strength to spare.”

Lin Jinyu squinted at the scene from afar, unable to see the girl’s face clearly, but her every move and stroke were clearly visible.

He Yao agreed wholeheartedly: “With her skills, in just a few years, the title of Martial Arts Champion will surely be hers.”

Li Yong exaggerated further: “Not just the title of Martial Arts Champion, with her talent, it’s a given that she’ll enter the Imperial Academy. Once she gets into the Three Bureaus, her future will be limitless, and the position of Grand Commander will be just within her reach.”

“No need for the exaggeration, you’re almost blowing her up to the sky.”

He Yao found it hard to believe, as he and Lin Jinyu had just arrived and had no concrete idea of the famed Fortune Child.

“You don’t believe me? Go ask around if what I said is true.”

Li Yong’s experience was different, as he had been through the flood firsthand and witnessed Su Qingluo saving people in the water. He was impressed by her generous donations of food and medicine.

It was her who cured the Little Prince’s leg.

Could his Second Uncle’s leg also stand a chance of being healed if she treated it?

Lin Jinyu didn’t take part in the argument, but his gaze flickered, and his mind churned with thoughts.

The Duke of Zhen’s Mansion had been loyal and upright for generations, serving as Fengqi’s custodian and patron saint, earning high esteem among the people, but the price they paid was heavy.

The border was unstable, with small-scale wars continuing, Lin Clan’s soldiers constantly wounded or perishing on the battlefield.

Lin Jinyu’s Second Uncle, the illegitimate brother of the Duke of Zhen’s heir, was severely injured on the battlefield two years ago. When he was carried off the battlefield, he was left with only half of his life.

After the military doctors’ treatment, he managed to survive, but the injuries to both of his legs were so severe that he lost feeling in the lower half of his body, leaving him bedridden.

In order to cure his Second Uncle, the Duke of Zhen sought famous doctors from all over. Even the famed doctors from the Medicine King Valley were invited, but they all said the same thing as the Imperial Physicians: the injured nerves and meridians were beyond repair.

His Second Uncle’s remaining life would be spent in a wheelchair, living in despair.

Thinking of his Second Uncle, Lin Jinyu’s heart ached, and his gaze on the girl in the center of the field grew even more passionate.

“Hey, hey, Jinyu, snap out of it.”

He Yao waved his fingers in front of him and secretly gestured ambiguously: “She’s only a nine-year-old girl, and it’ll be quite some years before she grows up.”