Chapter 459: Chapter 457: Bad News from the Border, Second Brother Joins the Army_1
Four pirate lairs had been cleared, and the pirates had been severely damaged, disappearing without a trace.

The coastal fishermen who heard the news were overjoyed, as the shadow of pirates hanging over their heads had finally dissipated.

After this incident, the image of the Lin Clan’s young heroes fighting evil and punishing the wicked deeply touched people’s hearts.

With the help of Lin Clan siblings, the villagers of Jishui Village gradually overcame the pain of losing their loved ones and began their new lives.

**

“Coo-coo.”

A messenger pigeon flew from the direction of Capital City, bringing the news of a family member’s death.

Lin Jinxu’s birth father and Lin Xiaoyang’s cousin, Third Uncle Lin, had unfortunately sacrificed his life in a small-scale battle against Beiming.

The Duke of Zhen sent a message by pigeon, stating that Third Uncle Lin’s coffin would be escorted back to Capital City by Lin Clan soldiers from the border. The funeral would be held half a month later in Capital City.

Upon receiving the news, Lin Jinxu’s eyes reddened, and he clutched the letter, facing the direction of the Beidi border, weeping loudly and falling to his knees with grief.

Lin Qingluo’s maiden journey came to an end due to the death of a family member. They, along with Feng Clan’s mother and son, hurried back to Capital City on their horses.

Passing through Woniu Village, they picked up Ye Xue’e, Lin Jinyu, and Second Uncle Lin’s family to return to Capital City together.

Second Uncle Lin and Third Uncle Lin had a deep bond as brothers. Upon hearing of his brother’s death, the big man could not suppress his grief. Regardless of his unhealed leg injury, he insisted on going back to Capital City to see his brother off on his final journey.

The group of people traveled day and night, arriving back in Capital City just before the New Year.

Snow fluttered over Capital City, and everywhere they looked, the landscape was covered in white.

Just like the Lin Clan’s current mood – desolate and sorrowful.

*

The Duke of Zhen’s residence hung white curtains and lanterns, and occasionally, people would come up to the door with silk flowers that were neatly arranged on both sides of the entrance.

Old Master, Duke of Zhen, Duke’s heir, and all the female relatives and children were heartbroken, the atmosphere in the residence was filled with sorrow.

The return of their granddaughter brought some comfort to the hearts of the three elders.

The Duchess of Zhen held her young granddaughter and sobbed uncontrollably, and the grievances pent up in her heart finally burst out at this moment.

The crying became unstoppable, even spreading to all the women, who also wept incessantly.

Third Lady Lin almost fainted.

It wasn’t until this moment that Lin Qingluo truly experienced the heartache and sorrow of her family, and faced the brave heroes who died for their country in the ancestral hall, she solemnly paid her respects.

**

On the day of the funeral procession, the snow continued to fall. The Lin Clan’s young heroes carried the coffin slowly through the city gates.

Lin Qingluo, dressed in white mourning clothes, accompanied Third Lady Lin, walking at the forefront of the funeral procession.

The young girl stood tall, with a determined gaze and an intimidating air between her eyebrows, giving others the impression she was not to be underestimated.

As the funeral procession slowly left the city, the shops and restaurants in Capital City closed their doors, and the people spontaneously left their homes to follow the procession, expressing their respect for the hero.

**

Lin Jinxu was depressed for a while and could not accept the fact that he had lost his father.

Half a month later, on the eve of the New Year, he made a decision to begin his military career earlier than planned.

Before he departed, the Lin siblings, along with all the other young children, saw him off outside the main gate.

Lin Jinxu led his horse, looked at his lovely little sister Yuxue, squatted down, opened his arms, and held her close.

“Little Qingluo, you are a Fortune Child, so let your second brother get some good luck from you before I leave.”

“Second Brother, you’re not even sixteen, do you really have to go now?”

Lin Qingluo’s heart was filled with indescribable bitterness, her eyes reddened involuntarily.

“There won’t be much difference in just a few days, so I won’t wait.”

Lin Jinxu’s eyes dimmed, and he forced a bitter smile.

“Second Brother, be careful on the battlefield. Swords and spears have no eyes.”

Lin Qingluo fought the urge to cry, holding back the tears that welled up in her eyes.

She was afraid that crying would bring bad luck to her Second Brother.