After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

[Warning: This story features a sweet, submissive female character. Humans have their own preferences, and even sweet, submissive female characters want to eat!]

[This is a fictional dynasty with no historical basis; you will see all sorts of mixed and bizarre content.]

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The current emperor's younger brother, the Ninth Prince Yin Cheng, has won a great victory over Yanru in the north and returned to the capital in triumph.

Everyone in the Yin Kingdom knows and is familiar with this Ninth Prince.

He went to the frontier at the age of eight, went into battle at the age of fourteen, and won countless battles, large and small. Now, at only twenty-two years old, his reputation as a god of war has spread throughout the country.

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Inside the Imperial Garden.

The emperor glanced at the languid man in black beside him. "What's wrong? You're not happy about the banquet we're hosting for you?"

"Boring." Yin Cheng yawned, closed his eyes, and gestured for the eunuch to massage his shoulders. "You might as well give me some more silver."

The emperor tapped him on the head, "One hundred thousand taels of silver isn't enough for you?"

Yin Cheng retorted confidently, "Who complains about having too much money?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You know perfectly well what my purpose is in hosting this banquet," the emperor said. "Take a look and see if there's anything you like."

Yin Cheng opened his eyes and looked at the group of handsome young men of all shapes and sizes in the garden, then quickly closed them again. "I don't like them."

The emperor pinched his arm. "Take a closer look."

"I looked at it carefully, and I don't like it."

The emperor sighed, "My presence here might frighten them away, preventing you from seeing clearly." He stood up, "Take your time to choose. If you find someone you like, I will grant you a marriage."

Yin Cheng waved his hand, clearly not taking his brother's words seriously, "I know, you can go back now."

The Imperial Garden gradually came alive after the emperor's procession left.

The banquet was ostensibly a welcome party for His Highness Prince Cheng, but the guests were all young people.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that His Majesty was selecting a prince for Prince Cheng.

The Ninth Prince, Yin Cheng, was infamous. Many timid young men would cry at the mere mention of his name, let alone be around him.

Furthermore, what decent family would be willing to marry their precious daughter to a soldier fighting in battle? Who knows when she might end up a widow...

If it weren't for the imperial decree, I doubt many young men would be willing to attend this matchmaking banquet.

Yin Cheng knew his reputation wasn't exactly mild, and he was afraid of scaring this person or that person, which would end up with the Imperial Garden filled with tears and give him a headache.

Beside the lotus pond, several young masters who knew each other dared to speak only after the emperor's palanquin had gone far away.

A tall young man breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, I don't have to be so restrained anymore."

He turned his head and saw his friend's pale face, and said, "No way, Nangong Cai, how did you get so scared?"

Nangong Cai patted her chest, "This is the first time I've been this close to the Emperor... Luckily, I didn't make any mistakes."

Wang Zhao rolled his eyes. "There's such a big lake between us, what's there to be afraid of?"

After a while, Nangong Cai suddenly asked, "Hey, what kind of young men do you think His Highness Prince Cheng likes?"

Wang Zhao looked terrified. "You don't actually want to marry Prince Cheng, do you?" Realizing he'd spoken too loudly, he quickly lowered his voice. "Prince Cheng is so fierce, and you actually want to marry him? Are you out of your mind?"

"I think Your Highness is very handsome and good-looking..." Nangong Cai said.

Wang Zhao was taken aback. "You have such good eyesight! You can tell how good or bad he looks from this far away."

"It's just a feeling... I feel like he should be very handsome..." Nangong Cai turned to ask the person next to her, "Xiao Nian, what do you think?"

Lin Nian was dressed in an elegant white dress, her smooth black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and a red flower petal was placed on her full, fair forehead.

He parted his lips slightly and said, "One must not speak ill of the royal family."

"Tch, Lin Nian, you're the most boring one," Wang Zhao asked. "I'm going to see the peonies over there, do you guys want to come?"

"Okay." Nangong Cai turned to Lin Nian and asked, "Xiao Nian, are you going?"

Lin Nian shook her head, "You guys go ahead, I'll just stay here and enjoy the breeze."

The three young men spoke very softly. Yin Cheng had no intention of listening to their idle chatter, but he was used to practicing his mental cultivation techniques in his spare time, so he inevitably had sharp ears and eyes and heard what the three young men said clearly.

The banquet was boring, the young men were boring, and that young master named Lin Nian was even more boring.

He waved away the eunuch massaging his shoulders, lazily raised his eyelids, and looked towards the opposite bank of the lake.

In that instant, the solitary figure beside the lotus pond came into his view.

Yin Cheng was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his long, sinister eyes.

Although she is a bit cold and old-fashioned, her appearance is undeniably stunning.

Her almond-shaped eyes, glistening with moisture, were slightly closed by the sunlight streaming through them. Her skin, as white as jade, seemed to glow. Her rosy lips were gently pursed, and she appeared somewhat absent-minded, perhaps thinking of something troubling.

Yin Cheng thought to himself, "If it's about getting married, this would be a good choice."

At this moment, a dashing man walked out, fanning himself with a folding fan, seemingly wanting to strike up a conversation with the pretty young woman he had his eye on.

Yin Cheng stared at this competitor who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere with an unfriendly expression.

Yin Shun's grandfather, Prince Yiyang, was granted the privilege of inheriting the title for three generations because he had chosen the right position in his youth and had made contributions to the rise of the new dynasty.

By the time it came to Yin Shun, he was the third generation.

However, as the lineage of Prince Yiyang has developed to this point, its blood ties with the direct line have become quite weak, barely qualifying it as a half-royal connection.

In early spring, Yin Shun, dressed in a brocade robe made of thin gauze and silk, recited poetry while swaying his head: "Spring comes and many flowers bloom..."

Seeing that the young beauty did not react, he coughed and moved a little closer. "Young Master Lin, it's been a long time."

Lin Nian was in a daze when he heard someone speak to him, and he came back to his senses. "Greetings, Your Highness."

"I met you a few days ago, young master. Do you remember me?" Yin Shun used the pretext of conversation to get closer to Lin Nian, and his eyes gradually revealed a lewd look.

"Young Master Lin and I had a very pleasant conversation that day."

Lin Nian wore a distant yet polite smile, but she took two steps back without making a sound.

Yin Shun said that the past few days were the birthday of the old lady of the Ningyuan Marquis's mansion, and that he had met her when he was at the Marquis's mansion.

Tongcheng simply bowed to him, and somehow they found themselves having a very pleasant conversation.

Lin Nian was already somewhat displeased, and seeing Yin Shun's confident expression only made him more annoyed. Just as he was about to make an excuse to leave, he caught a glimpse of a palace servant staring straight at him.

That look was truly malevolent, sending a chill down Lin Nian's spine.

He instinctively wanted to leave, but unexpectedly the palace servant stumbled and ran towards him.

In the instant Lin Nian was knocked down by the palace servant, she saw Yin Shun give the servant a wink.

He immediately understood Yin Shun's plan: once he fell into the water, Yin Shun would jump in and rescue him, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would have no chance of clearing his name.

But he had no time to dodge, and only one thought occupied his mind.

Such villains must not be allowed to succeed, even if they die!

Lin Nian was resolute in her heart, but she did not see a dark shadow swiftly sweep across the water from the high pavilion not far away.

A leaf falls into the water, creating a ripple.

Lin Nian was carried back to the shore with someone around his waist. Once he was steady, the strong arm around his waist was withdrawn.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, and even he himself didn't have time to react.

Lin Nian stared blankly at the person in front of her. In the past few days, since Yin Cheng returned to the capital, his name had been mentioned repeatedly.

So much so that when he met the real person, he felt a sense of unreality.

Even in this critical moment, he still had the mind to let his mind wander. Nangong Cai was right, this man was indeed very handsome...

Yin Cheng rescued the man purely on instinct. Although the spring chill had passed, it was inevitable that such a delicate young man would fall into the pond and catch a cold.

This Yin Shun loves flowers, but he has no appreciation for them.

Yin Cheng particularly despised such underhanded methods. If you like something, you should strive for it openly and honestly. Using these petty tricks is simply too dirty.