The End Times as a Song

Chapter 367: One Step Further

"Guards! Guards! The auspicious hour has arrived! Quickly drag Young Master Linglin into the bridal sedan chair!"

Ling Shu stepped forward to support Ling Jing:

"Mother, are you alright?"

The situation escalated out of control.

Ling Jing, however, took her anger out on Ling Shu, pushing away Ling Shu's attempt to help her up:

"Get out of here, you wretched child! It's all your fault, stop pretending to be all sympathetic!"

Ling Shu knelt silently, her expression completely blank.

The maids Qingyan and Xiaoxiao rushed in and asked:

"Madam, what is it?"

Ling Jing was so angry she could hardly breathe:

"Quickly, put Young Master Linglin in the bridal sedan chair, and you two will also accompany him as part of the dowry...!"

The maids Qingyan and Xiaoxiao bowed and replied, "We have received your instructions."

"I obey your orders!"

Then she walked over to Linglin, helped her up, and prepared to send her to the bridal sedan chair.

Ling Lin shook off the maid's hand that was supporting him, stood still, and said with great domineering air:

"Wait, Grandma, I have something else to tell you."

Ling Jing gripped her cane tightly and erupted in anger again:

"How dare you, you wicked child! What are you planning to do now? Don't delay the auspicious time, hurry up and get into the bridal sedan chair."

Ling Lin knelt down again, earnestly begging Ling Jing to grant his request:

"After I'm gone, please treat my mother well and don't make things difficult for her anymore, okay?"

Ling Jing made a sarcastic remark:

"Heh heh...! You wretched child, what right do you have to negotiate with this old woman...?"

Linglin continued, his voice full of emotion:

“I know I’m not qualified, but you were once another’s daughter too. You should know what children worry about most…! My mother, she’s still your own daughter, Grandma. Grandma, would you really bear to torment her every day?”

Ling Lin's words touched Ling Jing. Ling Jing didn't speak, but silently thought to herself:

"Although this girl is half a demon, driven away by humans and despised by my demon race, the grievances she has suffered are beyond what ordinary people can endure, yet she has been able to maintain such character, which is truly rare and far superior to my son Ling Shu. I hope that the White Wolf Clan can keep its promise and protect my Spirit Cat Clan."

After careful consideration, Ling Jing nodded in agreement to Ling Lin:

"Alright, I promise you. You can get married in peace! Just don't cause any more trouble...!"

Ling Lin gave a bow of thanks without any expression:

"Thank you, Grandma, for making this possible...!"

She turned around and said goodbye to her mother again:

"Mother, I'm leaving now. Take care, Mother! Don't worry about me...!"

Ling Shu was on the verge of collapse; she looked like she was about to break, and cried out to Ling Lin with heartbreaking sorrow:

"Lin'er...! No...!"

He turned around and begged Ling Jing like a madman:

"Mother, I beg you, I beg you...! Please let her go! She's only eight years old."

The more humble Ling Shu acted, the more disappointed Ling Jing became. Ling Jing remained unmoved, kicked Ling Shu away, and shouted:

"Guards, the auspicious hour has arrived. Help Young Master Linglin into the bridal sedan chair."

Upon hearing this, Ling Shu panicked and immediately stood up to stop Ling Lin from getting into the bridal sedan chair, but Ling Jing pulled her back and pushed her towards the two maids beside her.

"You two, take good care of Young Master Ling Shu!"

Ling Shu clenched her fists, bit her thin lips, pushed away the two maids, and was about to make a move when Ling Jing grabbed Ling Shu's hand and whispered threateningly in her ear:

"Ling Shu...! What do you want to do? If you dare to lay a hand on me, I guarantee Ling Lin won't live to see this."

Ling Jing silently recited in her heart:

"Shu'er, I'm doing this all for your and Lin'er's good. Don't blame your mother for being heartless."

Linglin turned around and resolutely walked out of her boudoir. Qingyan and Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance and hurriedly followed her.