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

In May, after waiting anxiously for his father to feed him, he opened his mouth and cried, "Daddy, ah!"

Song Sanshui asked anxiously, "Xiaoyu, where is the person you saved?"

Chai Xiaoyu was somewhat surprised, not understanding why her man was reacting so strongly. Surely Shuisheng couldn't really be a deserter...

"At Old Man Xue's thatched cottage... Sanshui, where are you going?"

Song Sanshui rubbed May's head, then kissed Chai Xiaoyu on the forehead. "I'm going to check something. Wait for me to come back."

After finishing his sentence, Song Sanshui left in a hurry.

May held the bowl by himself, not understanding why his father had suddenly stopped feeding him.

"Good girl, May. Daddy has things to do. Eat by yourself." Chai Xiaoyu thought for a moment and felt that something was wrong. He had to go and see.

What if he really did save a deserter...

"Little Daddy will go out for a bit too. You stay home and don't run around."

May nodded obediently.

The front courtyard of the thatched cottage.

Just as Old Man Xue was about to go back to his room to sleep, he saw a young man riding a horse hurriedly approaching.

As the man and horse drew closer, Old Man Xue recognized that the man was none other than Song Sanshui.

"Mr. Xue," Song Sanshui said, "is the person Xiaoyu saved earlier still alive?"

Old Xue raised an eyebrow, then immediately said, "He's in the room on the right, go quickly."

He then said, "Do you want any weapons? I have swords and knives here."

Song Sanshui: "...No need."

Le Haochuan heard everything that was happening in the courtyard. He got up with a sigh, put on his outer robe, and went outside.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the door opened, they saw that Song Sanshui had not yet lowered his hand, which was about to knock.

Le Haochuan: "..."

Under the clear moonlight, Song Sanshui could almost immediately identify the person in front of him.

He immediately saluted, "Your subordinate, Song Sanshui, centurion of the Qinglong Camp, pays respects to the Marshal."

Old Xue's amused expression froze. "Young man, are you sure you're not mistaken? This guy can be the Grand Marshal of all the armies in the land? Him?"

Le Haochuan thought to himself, thankfully, this body isn't that of a fugitive.

He recalled some TV dramas he had watched before, "Get up...no need for formalities."

Is it okay to say it like this?

Song Sanshui wondered why the marshal was living in the countryside and was reluctant to return to the capital.

"He's damaged his brain." Old Xue seemed to see through Song Sanshui's thoughts. "He's even forgotten his own name."

He clicked his tongue twice. "Poor thing."

Le Haochuan ignored him.

Song Sanshui asked, "I volunteer to escort the Marshal back to the capital."

Le Haochuan thought to himself, "The capital is a den of dragons and tigers. If an imposter like me went there, I wouldn't even know how I died." So he vaguely said, "We'll see."

He started to urge them to go back, saying, "It's getting late, you should go home."

"……yes."

Song Sanshui walked away, turning back every few steps.

Old Xue clicked his tongue again, "I never would have guessed you were the famous Prince Cheng. I had no idea."

"If you really have nothing to do, go and sew shoe soles." Le Haochuan closed the door. "Going to sleep."

Song Sanshui led the horse, his mind in turmoil.

"Sanshui," Chai Xiaoyu called out, "Why are you so distracted? Did you go to see Shuisheng? Is he a deserter?"

Song Sanshui quickly covered her husband's mouth and whispered something in his ear.

Chai Xiaoyu's eyes widened suddenly.

Presented to...presented to Your Majesty?

In such a remote village, the village chief already held considerable prestige; many people might never even have met a county magistrate in their entire lives.

Suddenly, a member of the royal family appeared from the hillside—it was His Majesty's own younger brother…

Chai Xiaoyu gasped, feeling increasingly frightened as she thought about it.

Song Sanshui carried Chai Xiaoyu onto the horse. "Husband, I've been thinking about it. I'm going to the county town tomorrow to inform the county magistrate of the marshal's whereabouts and send the message to the capital."

This was Chai Xiaoyu's first time riding a horse.

He gripped the saddle. "Then let's go as a family."

Song Sanshui nodded. He hadn't seen his husband for several years and missed his family and relatives.

When I joined the army, I left in a hurry, without even having time to name my child.

Now that they've finally reunited with their families, they naturally don't want to be separated again.

Meanwhile, Lin Nian searched every place in the county town that sold alcohol, big and small, and even sent people to Huanlou. Finally, she received the news in the middle of the night.

A family had just moved from Douzi Village to the county town, and this family happened to be in the liquor business as well.

Upon further inquiry, it was revealed that a stranger did indeed arrive in Douzi Village three years ago, and was rescued from the water.

In this way, Lin Nian could be almost certain that Yin Cheng was in Douzi Village.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment, found a guide, and rode to Douzi Village overnight.

Pearl nestled in her little daddy's arms, not crying or fussing, being very well-behaved.

The next day at dawn, Lin Nian finally found Douzi Village.

The fog was heavy and the air was rather chilly in the early morning.

Pearl was still asleep when she instinctively sensed the cold. Her little body trembled, and she snuggled into Lin Nian's arms.

Lin Nian felt a pang of heartache and blamed herself for not thinking things through, letting Pearl be exposed to the cold wind all night.

He brought more than twenty trusted men with him this time, and after arriving in Cuiping County, he sent them one after another to search for Yin Cheng's whereabouts.

He was accompanied only by the Earthly Branch Hai (亥), a hidden guardian.

Pearl's nanny originally wanted to come along, but Lin Nian coldly refused.

Although Pearl was young and didn't understand anything, she knew that her nanny had scolded her father, and she immediately told Lin Nian about it.

Lin Nian, considering that he was brought by her father, did not make things difficult for him, but simply sent someone to escort him back to the capital.

Pearl woke up rubbing her eyes, "Little Daddy..."

"Sweetie, we'll find Daddy soon."

Pearl tilted her little face up and said, "Mmm!"

Hai Shier grabbed a villager and asked, "Where is the person who fell into the water?"

The villager, carrying a hoe, was staring intently at Lin Nian when he suddenly heard the question. He instinctively retorted, "What drowning person? I've never heard of that."

Hai twelve drew his sword.

The villager didn't take the young man seriously.

"Do you think your father was raised by scare tactics? Who do you think you can scare with this little broken knife?"

Just then, a young man carrying a book asked, "Who are you looking for?"

This young man was none other than Zhou Shouyan, who got up early to go to the private school next door.

Lin Nian asked, "Did your village rescue someone who fell into the water three years ago? I am his family member, and I've come to find him."

He was good-looking and had a gentle voice. Plus, he was holding a child, which made it even harder for people to be wary of him.

"So, brother, are you related to Brother Shuisheng?" Zhou Shouyan said. "Just keep walking along this road, turn left after you see a peach tree, and there's a thatched hut in front of you. There are herbs drying in the yard, and Brother Shuisheng is there."

Lin Nian nodded slightly. "Thank you."

Zhou Shouyan blushed, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He quickly performed a scholar's bow and hurriedly took his leave.

Hai Shier sheathed his sword and followed behind Lin Nian.

"He's obviously all show and no substance, yet he tries to play with knives like everyone else..." The villager pursed his lips, reluctantly shifting his gaze from Lin Nian before getting down to the ground.