"I suppose we really do need to think of a solution." The idea of a mere eleven-year-old child being sent off to die on a battlefield, all for a bit of silver, truly made the darkness of the official circles unimaginable.
...
After the two had eaten, Lin Changhong and others came down from Manghuang Mountain. Lin Chushui also had just returned from school. He had seized a free moment in between his work on the mountain to learn from an old scholar and had picked up several new characters.
Ya Molian had already gone home, so Lin Caisang took Lin Chushui away in front of everyone.
"Grandma, what are Sangsang and Chushui up to?" Seeing his little sister taking Lin Chushui away, Lin Changhong couldn't help but feel distanced from his sister.
"Mind your own business and stop worrying about Sangsang." Lu Qiubo glared at him.
"Grandma..."
Lin Changhong looked at Lu Qiubo, his grandmother didn't seem right. Could someone have upset her?