Yang Yuan is the butterfly in the butterfly effect. His death triggered a chain reaction, making the crown prince and the female lead the ultimate winners.
In the original novel, the Yang family was full of loyal and brave men, but due to Emperor Liang's suspicion that their achievements overshadowed the emperor, they were promoted in name only and demoted in reality, trapped in the Nanling area, where they died in depression. Thus, a generation of heroes fell. Later, military power was divided and fell into the hands of the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince, resulting in countless internal strife and the people suffering.
The death of Yang Yuan was the final straw that broke General Yang's back. As for what happened in between, Lin Zhaozhao had no idea, mainly because her teammates weren't interested in this part of the story and skipped it during the narration.
Although the internal cause is unknown, the problem is not serious.
Yang Yuan is not dead.
He didn't die, will the plot continue as before? Will the female lead be able to use her prophetic abilities to prepare in advance? Will she become the crown prince's biggest ally?
That's absolutely impossible!
Lin Zhaozhao was already looking forward to seeing how overwhelmed Lin Jinxiu would be by the wildly unpredictable plot.
Hehehe, I'm so happy!
In conclusion, no matter what, we must save this little one's life. Look at his short arms and legs, he needs more care.
"Oh my, whose child is this? She's so pretty, but a bit too thin. Look at those little arms, they look like they could break if you bend them." Old Mrs. Lin, who doesn't sleep much, woke up early. Knowing that Lin Zhaozhao was dealing with something, she didn't disturb her. She only came out after hearing that there was no more noise in the courtyard.
At a glance, she saw Yang Yuan's bald head. His appearance reminded Old Lady Lin of Lin Zheng and Lin Dan when they were young. Perhaps it was a preconceived notion, but Old Lady Lin felt quite uncomfortable. With her eyes slightly red, she took out the hat that she had sewn for Ping An, which was much too big.
It fit Yang Yuan's head perfectly.
“Grandma, this is A-Yuan, the little boy I used to feed at the dock. Yesterday, I don’t know how, he was tied up by the sheep and brought back home. He was freezing all night. I saw that this little guy was all alone. We don’t need another pair of chopsticks, so I thought I’d adopt him. It’ll be good for him to have a companion in the future.”
"Okay." Old Mrs. Lin wiped her eyes and hugged Yang Yuan. "It's good to have a companion, and the two brothers can look after each other."
"I've warmed some porridge and steamed buns in the pot, I wonder if they've gotten cold. I'll go check on them. Look how thin he is. I'll steam an egg too. It's nice for a little kid to have some flesh on his face." Old Mrs. Lin took a deep breath and went into the kitchen. Soon after, the sounds of starting a fire and pouring water could be heard.
Lin Zhaozhao and Lin Yangyang exchanged a glance, their eyelids slightly drooping. Old Mrs. Lin showed no emotion on her face, but she was still unsure how she felt about losing her grandson.
Fifteen minutes later, the eggs were steamed. In front of Yang Yuan were a bowl of rice porridge, a stack of steamed buns, and a bowl of steamed eggs. Old Mrs. Lin pushed them all in front of him.
The aroma of food irresistibly filled his nostrils, and a strong feeling of hunger surged in his stomach. Yang Yuan reached out and began to wolf down his food. The steamed egg had just come out of the pot, and it was so hot that his tongue went numb. As his reason returned slightly, he slowed down, but even so, he was still quite eager to eat.
After eating the steamed egg and two buns, Yang Yuan's belly bulged slightly. Seeing this, Grandma Lin took away the remaining food, saying, "Rest a while before eating. You've been hungry for too long, and if you suddenly overeat, you won't be able to handle it."
Yang Yuan obediently complied, and his whole being felt warm and cozy inside and out.
"Oh my, whose child is this? She's so pretty!" True to their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law bond, their words were exactly the same.
When Grandma Lin saw that Li Xiujuan and Lin Fusheng had returned, she briefly explained Yang Yuan's situation. Li Xiujuan squinted slightly and half-squatted down in front of Yang Yuan, "Child, would you like to come to our home?"
“I’m willing.” Yang Yuan nodded in agreement, and Li Xiujuan’s slightly moist eyes turned completely red. “Grandma, Great-Grandma, Grandpa, Mother, Aunt.”
Yang Yuan, being sensible, called out to everyone, and Li Xiujuan, Lin Fusheng, and Old Lady Lin responded excitedly, hugging him tightly in their arms.
Lin Zhaozhao glanced at her adopted son and sighed inwardly. She knew that they were treating Yang Yuan as their grandson, which was a way of making up for the Lin family's regret.
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