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

"Can it be cured?" Yin Cheng asked.

Bai Yuchen didn't say it was incurable, but only that it was "difficult to cure."

That means it can be cured. Yin Cheng's attitude was quite good. "It's good that it can be cured."

"Use your internal energy sparingly. This poison will erode your meridians as your internal energy circulates, eventually causing you to lose your mind completely, go mad, and die from exhaustion," Bai Yuchen said.

"Okay," Yin Cheng said. "Brother-in-law, don't tell Niannian about this."

Bai Yuchen: "...I'll try my best."

"He'll cry when he finds out," Yin Cheng said. "You know how hard it is to comfort a little boy when he cries."

Bai Yuchen paused for a moment and then said, "Xiao Mo won't cry."

"He's not a young master," Yin Cheng said.

"..." Bai Yuchen's gaze towards Yin Cheng changed from loving to pitying.

That poor kid, he's been kept in the dark for so long. If he suddenly finds out the truth one day, he'll probably throw a huge tantrum.

Unfortunately, the person involved was completely unaware, their eyes clear yet foolish.

Bai Yuchen had no choice but to say, "I've tried preparing a few doses of medicine. You can take them in rotation for a few days and see if they work."

"OK."

Since Brother Fu spoke so casually, Yin Cheng didn't take it seriously.

It wasn't until he saw the bowl of medicine that emitted a strange smell and was pitch black in color that he realized how hasty he had been.

Yin Cheng forced himself to drink it down, and the pain masked his face.

Every year from June to September is the season for Caixia City to open its evening market.

These three months are also the hottest time of year.

It is now the end of June.

It just so happens that there is a large gathering in Caixia City at the end of the month, and several civil officials are discussing the matter of trading with foreign tribes.

The official in charge of local livelihood was surnamed Gu, whose ancestral home was Huzhou, and who was also the first to propose trade with other ethnic groups.

The northern border was already home to many foreign tribes, and while there was constant open and covert struggle between them, trade was also a mixed bag.

If this market is well organized, it will benefit the people of both places.

However, this matter also comes with risks, the most unavoidable of which is the possibility of spies infiltrating the city. Therefore, caution must be exercised from the moment one enters the city to verify one's identity.

Yin Cheng was dragged to a meeting, and having already drunk a large bowl of bitter medicine, listening to the endless chatter of the various civil officials felt like listening to a lullaby, making him feel drowsy.

Gu Qingyan asked, "What does the Marshal think?"

Although Yin Cheng was momentarily stunned when he was suddenly called upon, he still possessed the basic qualities expected of the highest decision-maker in Caixia City.

"Do as you say."

Gu Qingyan already knew the marshal's character quite well, and he said, "In that case, this humble official will dare to begin the reforms."

When the meeting ended, it was already dusk when Yin Cheng returned home.

The original plaque for the Prince Cheng's Mansion has been replaced with that of the Marshal's Mansion.

Lin Nian was wearing a thin gauze dress and waving a round fan, looking listless.

"Niannian." Yin Cheng stepped into the bedroom. The ice on the plate had long since melted, and the room was stuffy and hot.

Almost every household in Caixia City has an ice cellar, which is used to store ice in winter and to cool off in summer.

In the past, since Yin Cheng had not started a family, the servants in the mansion would store ice according to the number of people. This year, with the addition of their master and many servants, the ice supply has become somewhat insufficient.

As a lord, Lin Nian naturally has no shortage of ice.

However, he was unwilling to be harsh on his servants, so he divided all the ice equally, leaving himself with less.

He thought that if everyone could get through the midday rush, things would be a little better.

Yin Cheng felt a pang of sympathy, took the fan from his wife, and asked, "Why don't you get some ice to cool her down?"

Lin Nian then told the man her plan.

Yin Cheng was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this. "How silly! If you don't have ice, just go outside and buy some. There are plenty of ice shops in the city."

Lin Nian said, "Hua Yue went to ask, and they said that all the ice for this year has been pre-ordered."

Yin Cheng keenly sensed something was wrong. "All the shops are out of ice?"

Lin Nian nodded.

"That's strange." Yin Cheng pondered. In those days, every household had an ice cellar, and only some restaurants and eateries would buy ice.

Who would buy up all the ice cream shops in the city?

Lin Nian sighed, "We need to use the ice at home sparingly so we can get through this summer."

"Having a wife makes all the difference. If it were me, I wouldn't think about it for so long."

While Yin Cheng sighed, his hands were not so well-behaved. He held a fan in one hand and touched his wife's soft, white skin with the other.

My wife already has a great figure, and now she's dressed so lightly, the thin fabric is see-through, and you can even see her fair, glowing skin.

Although Lin Nian was hot, she didn't think of refusing him and let him act up.

He poked the man's collar. "Wearing black in this heat, aren't you hot?"

"At my level of martial arts training, controlling body temperature is quite easy."

Once you've mastered internal energy, you can raise your body temperature, making tasks like drying clothes a breeze.

Further up the skill ladder, one can lower their own body temperature. While they may not be able to freeze water into ice, it is quite easy to make their entire body feel cold.

Yin Cheng remembered his brother-in-law's repeated admonitions to him to use his internal energy sparingly, so he didn't perform the magical feat of lowering his wife's body temperature in five minutes.

Lin Nian said, "No wonder everyone wants to learn martial arts; the benefits are indeed numerous."

He reached into the man's collar, quickly pulled his hand out, and said with a frown, "It's hot."

Yin Cheng: "...Wife, first of all, I'm a human being. There's only one possibility that I'm going to die."

Lin Nian pouted, ignoring the person's groping hand, "Slap me faster."

"Honey, want to go to the rally tonight?"

Lin Nian nodded, "Yes, we should go. Our family's dessert shop has been doing really well these past two months, we've made quite a bit of money!"

"That's really something." Yin Cheng threw down his fan, grabbed his wife by the waist, dragged her over, and started kissing her fiercely.

Lin Nian had a faint fragrance on her body; it was hard to tell if it was from the perfume balm.

Yin Cheng thought to himself, "Thank goodness I asked my brother for a whole bunch of tributes before I left. These are truly royal-selected cosmetics. My wife smells so good!"

When Xiao Fu came over to call them for dinner that evening, they heard the noise from the room and ran away with a blush on their face.

Hua Yue had just delivered food to the Bai residence when she returned and saw that Xiao Fu's head was completely red.

He scratched his head and glanced outside. The sun had already set, but Xiao Fu's face looked as if it had been exposed to the sun.

Wang Zhao yawned as he came out of the room. He was now the manager of a dessert shop, working almost entirely at night and only appearing during mealtimes.

The dessert shop is now operating smoothly, with Wang Zhao in charge of production and sales, and Lin Nian in charge of accounting and purchasing.

"Brother Wang Zhao," Hua Yue called out cheerfully, "Shall we make lotus root starch dumplings again tonight?"

Wang Zhao said, "Yes, the weather is hot now, and the meatballs will almost all spoil by the next day. Everything has to be made fresh."

Hua Yue nodded, "Okay, then I'll go with you later."

Wang Zhao asked, "Why haven't I seen Lin Nian?"

Xiao Fu's facial temperature, which had just come down, immediately rose again.

Wang Zhao touched his face. "Xiao Fu, what's wrong? Your face is so red. Could you have heatstroke?"