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

Lin Nian said, "Pearl was born prematurely and was not in good health when she was born. She started taking medicine when she was six months old."

Upon hearing this, Le Haochuan asked, "And what about you?"

Lin Nian asked, puzzled, "What about me?"

"Are you taking good care of yourself?" Le Haochuan gently touched his wife's cheek. "I'm sorry I couldn't be with you."

Lin Nian smiled and cupped the man's hand beside her cheek. "I'm fine."

Le Haochuan's eyes dimmed. "I'm not a good husband."

"No one in the world is better than you, you idiot." Lin Nian leaned in and kissed the corner of the man's lips. "Let's continue talking about pearls."

Lin Nian felt sorry for Pearl and almost always granted her every request. She was even reluctant to let her son walk more than a few steps and carried him everywhere.

When Pearl was two years old, Lin Nian suddenly realized that Pearl was already much rounder than other boys his age.

Le Haochuan couldn't imagine it. "Our Pearl's frame is just like yours. How much flesh can such a small frame have?"

Lin Nian gave him a reproachful look. "Anyway, we won't cut back on Pearl's food, but he has to be more active every day."

Upon hearing her name, Pearl immediately raised her head and said, "Pearl is here, Pearl is here."

Lin Nian patted her son's head.

Le Haochuan thought for a moment, "Son, how about I teach you how to handle a knife?"

Pearl tilted her head. "Daddy said we don't play with knives."

Lin Nian was both amused and exasperated. "That idiot once climbed onto the soft couch, touched the small blade for peeling fruit on the table, and almost cut himself."

Le Haochuan quickly covered Pearl's ears, "It's bad talk, we won't listen."

What a foolish husband! Lin Nian: "...Let's go, we should go find some medicinal herbs."

……

At the village entrance, Xiao Jiu'er carried a large basket on his back. From behind, it looked as if the basket had come to life, and you couldn't see anyone in front of him at all.

He ran into the village with lightning speed, Zhang Huailing following behind him.

Both of them changed into ordinary cloth clothes. Zhang Huailing carried a load on a shoulder pole, with two baskets filled with all kinds of food, and two bundles of cured meat and sausages on top.

The men in the family had all gone to the fields. After finishing their chores, the husbands would take their sewing baskets and run to the big locust tree to chat and do needlework.

A sharp-eyed man saw the strangers and noticed that the two were carrying a lot of things, making them look like peddlers.

He called out loudly, "Are you a peddler?"

Little Jiu'er replied, "No, we're here to visit relatives."

Zhang Huailing spotted His Majesty the Emperor in the crowd at a glance.

Zhang Huailing: "..."

Wait a minute, this doesn't seem to be the emperor, this is a young man.

This is too similar; could it be that the old emperor was an illegitimate child?

Zhang Huailing was momentarily confused.

Yin Mo wasn't surprised to see Zhang Huailing. He asked, "Where do your relatives live?"

Xiao Jiu'er had never seen an emperor before and still thought he was a villager, so he said, "Didn't someone come here three years ago? He was tall, fierce, and didn't seem easy to get along with."

"Are you talking about Shui Sheng?" one of the husbands asked. "Are you related to Shui Sheng?"

Shui Sheng? Xiao Jiu'er immediately became certain that this person must be a prince.

He nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, we're here to see him. Brother, do you know where he lives?"

"What a coincidence! Recently, Shui Sheng's relatives have been coming one after another."

"That's right, I think Shui Sheng's husband is very handsome. I feel that even the empress in the palace is not as handsome as him."

"Hey, Brother Mo, you're also related to Shuisheng, do you know them?"

Xiao Jiu tilted her head, wondering if she had never seen this person before and wondered if he was one of her own from the Northern Border.

He immediately smiled and said, "Yes, yes, we're all relatives, all relatives."

Yin Mo stood up from the group of husbands and wives. "Let's go, I'll take you there."

Zhang Huailing was initially quite uneasy, wondering about the man's identity.

Upon hearing the word "ink," the scales in his heart immediately tipped.

Covering the "Fu" mark on his forehead, he looked exactly like the emperor.

This person... could he be the Emperor?

Then he realized that the emperor leaving the palace was naturally a highly confidential matter, so it was normal for him to be disguised.

Appearance can be disguised, but a person's aura and imposing presence cannot be faked.

Following behind Yin Mo, once they were far away from the big locust tree, Xiao Jiu'er asked, "Are you from the Northern Border?"

Yin Mo neither nodded nor shook his head. "What's wrong?"

Xiao Jiu chuckled, "I'm from the capital. When did you arrive? How is the Prince?"

"fine."

Xiao Jiu thought to herself: As expected of someone from the Northern Border, even their speech carries the air of a master.

Yin Mo glanced at Zhang Huailing, who was carrying a load behind him, and chuckled softly.

Zhang Huailing immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

This is the Emperor! This must be the Emperor!

Yin Mo asked, "What's your name?"

Xiao Jiu'er pointed to himself, "Me? My name is Xiao Jiu'er, and I'm the servant in charge of the prince's daily life." He pointed to Zhang Huailing, "This is Zhang Huailing, a member of the Golden Guard."

"Why would the Golden Guards be here?" Yin Mo asked knowingly.

Zhang Huailing thought to himself: Don't you know why I'm here?

Xiao Jiu scratched her head. "It's His Majesty's order to protect the Prince."

Yin Mo nodded. "I see."

Little Jiu'er said, "Oh right, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"

Zhang Huailing's vision went black; he felt he couldn't see the future clearly anymore.

He wanted to warn the young man in front of him, but he couldn't do anything under the Emperor's watchful eye, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Yin Mo said, "My surname is Bai, and my given name is Mo."

"Brother Bai Mo, do you want some cloud cake? I just bought some in town." Xiao Jiu'er enthusiastically shared her snack.

Yin Mo shook his head. "Thank you, but no need."

He glanced into the basket on Xiao Jiu'er's back and asked, "What are all those things you're carrying?"

Little Wine said, "Some cloth utensils, rice, flour, cooking oil, and the like."

Yin Mo asked, puzzled, "Why did you buy all this stuff?"

"Thank you to the person who saved the prince."

"Since it's a gesture of gratitude, wouldn't it be better to simply give them gold or silver?"

Xiao Jiu'er said, "Brother Jingyi said that giving gold and silver treasures is certainly a good thing, but no one knows whether these villagers are good or evil, or whether they will rob us after we leave."

"If our good intentions bring them misfortune, then it will be a loss. Rather than sending gold and silver treasures and arousing jealousy, it is better to send something that the people can use, which will improve their lives and avoid being resented."

Yin Mo asked, "Who is this person in mirror clothing?"

"Hey, are you really one of our own from the North? Brother Jingyi is the chief servant of the royal palace. He's the one who used to contact you."

Yin Mo's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "I am the strategist and do not have any contact with the prince's family."

"I see," Xiao Jiu'er praised sincerely. "For a young man to become a strategist, you must be very capable!"

Yin Mo gave a genuine smile. "You really think it's impressive for a guy to be... a strategist?"