"Mother, we've been wronged."
With a shared frustration, the two siblings stopped grinding ink and exclaimed, "Mother raised us since we were little, so naturally, we stand by her side."
"Hmph."
Second Aunt Lin snorted arrogantly, stood up from her chair, and walked toward the writing desk with a smile, "I'll write this in the letter and let your father know."
"Ah! You can't be serious, Mother."
Both siblings stared in disbelief, wailing in unison.
"Hehe."
Second Aunt Lin delighted in their reaction, her eyes arc with laughter.
*
Night fell, and it was time to set off.
Under the guidance of Lin Xiaoyang, the Lin siblings arrived at the newly built ancestral hall and paid homage to their ancestors and clan.
"Fight for the glory of the Lin Clan!"
The Old Master spoke solemnly, lifting a cup of wine to send the young warriors off to battle.
"Fight for the glory of the Lin Clan!"