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

Lin Nian picked up Pearl and gently wiped away the tears on Pearl's face.

He had just gone to the local branch of Ruyi Pawnshop and checked with the clerk. The person who came to pawn the jade pendant must be Yin Cheng without a doubt.

Now that they know the person is here, could it be that what Pearl saw was really...?

He didn't believe Pearl would just call any man she saw "father," so he patiently asked, "Pearl, have you seen your father?"

"Mmm!" Pearl nodded emphatically, her nose red. "Daddy will carry Pearl and fly again."

He said with a pitiful expression, "Father is gone."

Lin Nian quickly asked, "Does Pearl remember which direction Father went?"

Pearl pointed her chubby hand in the direction of the city exit, and Lin Nian immediately picked her up, mounted her horse, and rode Four-Point White towards the city gate.

However, none of the passersby coming and going outside the city were Yin Cheng.

Lin Nian felt a lump in his throat, but he couldn't shed tears in front of Pearl. He forced back the tears welling up in his throat and said, "Pearl, think carefully, when Father held you, did he mention where he lived now?"

Pearl shook her head.

Lin Nian sighed. She knew the man's whereabouts, and he was so close, yet it felt like they were separated by thousands of miles.

Pearl said, "Father has a big gourd on him." He swung his arm in an exaggerated circle, "Wine!"

The child's speech was still unclear, but the word "wine" was crisp and clear, so Lin Nian could hear it perfectly.

……

Thatched cottage.

Old Xue smacked his lips twice, "Old Wu's family brewed wine is still the best."

Le Haochuan, however, was thinking about the little baby he had encountered earlier.

Could it be that Pearl really is the child of the owner of this body?

When Le Haochuan thought of Pearl, he felt that the child was like a sticky and soft glutinous rice ball.

"What are you thinking about? You're grinning like an idiot," said Old Xue. "Go and start a fire to cook, I'm starving."

Le Haochuan wiped the smile off his face, rolled his eyes, and walked into the kitchen.

Neither he nor Old Man Xue knew how to cook. In the past, Old Man Xue relied entirely on his medical skills to exchange for food with the villagers. One person was enough to cook the food.

Later, when Le Haochuan arrived, the glorious responsibility of cooking fell to him.

However, he couldn't cook either; at most, he could only cook some porridge or noodles.

Old Man Xue could only slurp his noodles while scolding him, "You should have married a husband!"

Le Haochuan turned a deaf ear.

Just then, a magnificent horse entered the village.

The man, covered in dust and dirt, was immediately surrounded by people as soon as he dismounted.

"Isn't that Song Sanshui?" Someone with sharp eyes recognized the man. "Wow, Song Sanshui, you've come back alive from the battlefield?"

"His hands and feet are still intact, could he have deserted?"

"Haha, speaking of deserters, didn't the Song family rescue one? This guy needs to be beaten, otherwise he won't know his place and will dare to cuckold a man."

Song Sanshui frowned, no longer listening to these people, and said, "Make way."

People who have fought on the battlefield for many years are filled with a solemn killing intent. They are already tall and strong, and the sense of oppression is even stronger after not seeing them for a few years.

At this moment, a kind-hearted husband said, "Sanshui, go to the stone mill in front and see. Your son is over there. He's a boy named Wuyue."

Upon hearing this, Song Sanshui quickly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Li."

Li Fulang waved his hand, "Go quickly, but you haven't seen him since he was born, so don't scare the child."

Song Sanshui nodded and led his horse toward the large stone mill in the village.

May was lying on a rock learning to write when suddenly everything went black.

He looked up, bewildered, and asked, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

Zhou Shouyan shielded Wuyue behind him, saying, "Uncle, we need to ask the village chief to find someone."

Song Sanshui's lips moved slightly as he looked closely at May; she was practically a carbon copy of Xiaoyu.

"May." Song Sanshui squatted down and patted Song Wuyue's head. "I'm your father."

Song Wuyue pursed her lips. "I have my own father. My father's name is Song Sanshui."

Song Sanshui chuckled softly, then took out a waist token from his waist. "Can you read in May?"

May whispered, "I know a little bit..."

Song Sanshui handed over the waist token.

The characters on the waist tag were too difficult for May to recognize. He turned to Zhou Shouyan and asked, "Brother Shouyan, can you tell me what these characters mean?"

Zhou Shouyan glanced at it and said, "Song Sanshui, centurion of the 136th squad of the Azure Dragon Battalion of the Northern Border Army."

He was somewhat excited, "May, he really is your father."

May's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but look at the man again and again, cautiously touching the hem of his clothes. "Are you really my father?"

Song Sanshui picked up Wuyue, took the waist token from Zhou Shouyan, and said, "Wuyue, let's go home to find Daddy, okay?"

"Okay!" May said, "Brother Shouyan, I'm leaving now. I'll come back to learn to read tomorrow."

Zhou Shouyan waved, "See you tomorrow, May."

This was the first time in May that his father had ever held him high in the air. He smiled sweetly and kept talking the whole way.

Song Sanshui listened quietly.

Chai Xiaoyu was cooking when she spilled a basin of water from washing vegetables and saw a magnificent horse outside the courtyard wall.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, the courtyard gate creaked open.

Upon seeing who it was, Chai Xiaoyu suddenly dropped the wooden basin in her hand to the ground.

"Sanshui...Sanshui!"

Song Sanshui caught the person who stumbled over, saying, "Husband, you've worked so hard all these years."

Old Xue had also heard the rumors circulating in the village.

In the evening, he lay leisurely in a rocking chair, directing Le Haochuan to collect medicinal herbs.

He loved watching the drama unfold, saying, "Oh no, you're going to get beaten to death by her husband."

Le Haochuan rolled his eyes. "Stop acting crazy."

"Hey, seriously, aren't you worried that you might actually be a deserter?" Old Xue said. "Song Sanshui is from the Northern Border Army. Let me remind you, the armor you wore back then was also the Northern Border Army's standard."

"Oh." Le Haochuan finished collecting the medicinal herbs. "I'm going to sleep."

Old Xue pursed his lips, gazing into the deep night, lost in thought.

On the other side, Chai Xiaoyu steamed a large pot of white rice, and then went to the village butcher's house to buy two catties of pig offal, which she stir-fried with scallions to make a full plate.

In the past, he and May could only afford to eat such meals during the Lunar New Year. Now that the pillar of the family has returned, they naturally deserve to eat something better.

Song Sanshui didn't ask anything, but Chai Xiaoyu felt a little uncomfortable.

"My lord, when you returned, did you hear that I found someone in the river?"

Song Sanshui nodded. "I've heard about it."

Chai Xiaoyu asked, "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

Song Sanshui said, "No need to ask, I believe you."

Chai Xiaoyu was so moved that she didn't know what to say.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "The village chief said that Shui Sheng's clothes are the uniform of the Northern Army. I thought that you are also in the Northern Army, and if you are in danger, I hope that someone can save you."

Upon hearing this, Song Sanshui paused in his actions.