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

Before he left, his teacher's wife gave him a piece of chocolate.

Even the transparent wrapping paper couldn't hide the aroma of the chocolate mixed with nuts and berries.

He and Jiang Ningning both had chocolates. The teacher's wife pointed to the couple sharing the chocolates and said to him, "You should settle down soon so you can bring someone with you and share them with them."

Le Haochuan stuffed the chocolate into his pocket and nodded slightly.

The teacher's wife is a very skilled pastry chef. Her handmade chocolates are always in high demand and short supply, and most people can't even get their hands on them.

Every time they came to the teacher's house for dinner, the teacher's wife would prepare a piece of chocolate for each of them, as a token of her affection for the children.

Le Haochuan wandered aimlessly after leaving his teacher's house.

The neon lights on the street flickered, and in every shadowy corner, there seemed to be some unknown secret hidden.

His steps unconsciously stopped at the entrance of a residential complex.

He stood there, somewhat stunned, for a long while, until the security guard noticed him and came up to ask, "Who are you looking for?"

Le Haochuan shook his head.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a happy family of three walking out of the neighborhood, chatting and laughing.

A refined father, a gentle mother, and a lovely son.

They are a perfect family.

He was no longer a teenager and no longer clung to family ties that didn't belong to him.

He has no father, and his mother was rebellious when she was young. It is unknown who she had with whom he was born.

Not only him, but even his mother didn't know who his biological father was.

Therefore, this woman viewed him as a stain, a disgrace she would never want to mention again in her life.

In fact, Le Haochuan had not seen this woman for many years. The last time they met, she was heavily pregnant and sternly told him to stop bothering her.

Whether it was seven years, eight years, or even longer, Le Haochuan couldn't actually remember.

When the woman saw him, the smile on her face vanished instantly, and her expression turned gloomy at a visible speed.

She strode forward and stood in front of Le Haochuan, trying to block his view. "What are you doing here? I told you not to bother me anymore, didn't you hear me?!"

Le Haochuan didn't speak, but at that moment, he suddenly smiled wickedly and turned his head to look at the bewildered father and son behind her.

"Get out." She lowered her voice, her tone filled with hatred and a barely perceptible fear. "I said get out!"

Le Haochuan ignored her words and waved to his half-brother, as if to say hello.

"Get out! Get out of my life."

The woman shoved him hard, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Le Haochuan didn't dodge, but suddenly felt extremely bored at that moment.

He looked at the stranger who had given him life.

He simply smiled softly, then calmly disappeared into the noisy traffic.

A huge white light flashed, and the tall buildings in front of us collapsed in an instant, replaced by pavilions, towers, and high palace walls.

On the day the Empress gave birth to the Ninth Prince, the Emperor was overjoyed, reduced taxes, granted amnesty, and celebrated with the people.

In the Jiaofang Palace, the Empress leaned wearily against the headboard, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Mo'er, come and see, this is your little brother."

Yin Mo leaned over the headboard and gently squeezed his younger brother's little hand. "Xiao Cheng, I'm your older brother."

The scene suddenly shifted, winter passed and spring arrived, and eight years passed in this way.

When Yin Cheng was eight years old, a heavy snow fell in the capital. The Empress fell seriously ill and passed away before the winter solstice.

Also in that winter, Yan Ru broke through Caixia City and marched straight to Yuezhou Prefecture.

The Empress's father and brothers were all military generals. On the day she left the capital, the Emperor wanted to send one of his sons to accompany her.

The northern border must be personally guarded by members of the Yin family; this is an ancestral rule.

Since the death of the previous Prince Zhenbei, three princes of this generation have died in the northern border.

The remaining princes were terrified. At this point, they no longer thought about competing for military merits, but only wanted to get away from the northern border, a place that would lead to their deaths.

The fourth prince, who had just come of age, would have been the best candidate, but his father's family was extremely powerful and his father was also favored, so he was unwilling to let his son go into danger.

In the end, the commander of the army was changed from the fourth prince to the sixth prince, Yin Mo.

Although the North was dangerous, they had lost their father's protection, and the harem was like a place surrounded by wolves, with danger lurking everywhere.

My elder brother is shrewd and cunning, skilled in strategy and tactics, but his health has always been frail. The journey north is especially arduous, and given his condition, he probably won't make it to the northern border... Staying in the capital offers a glimmer of hope for survival.

Therefore, in order to protect his older brother, the eight-year-old Yin Cheng volunteered to leave the capital and travel to the northern border.

The scene suddenly collapsed, finally freezing on a scene of falling snow.

The scene suddenly shifted again, becoming warm and cozy.

"Ah Cheng, I want to eat sugar painting."

"Ah Cheng, do you think this little rabbit is prettier, or this little flower?"

"Ah Cheng is the best."

"You have to pay your husband for doing things for you?"

"My husband..."

Le Haochuan raised his hand, wanting to touch the person in front of him, but it was like a mirage; with a gentle touch, everything shattered.

"Haochuan."

"Ah Cheng."

"Le Haochuan."

"Yin Cheng".

The sounds around me grew increasingly noisy, and the scenery before my eyes kept changing.

His eyes reddened, and for a moment he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality.

"Am I Yue Haochuan... or Yin Cheng...?"

His voice was choked with sobs, filled with resentment and confusion.

It was as if I had fallen into a thick fog.

"Am I Yue Haochuan... or Yin Cheng...? Who am I?"

"You are Le Haochuan, and you are also Yin Cheng. Husband, wake up, please, wake up."

Who is crying?

At the moment my consciousness faded, it seemed as if light pierced through the mist.

Someone reached out a hand to him.

Is it an abyss or salvation?

He didn't have time to think it through; he had already instinctively grasped the hand.

Her delicate skin was slightly cool, and her slender white fingers, though not very strong, still gripped his hand tightly.

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Yin Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.

He held one hand tightly, its white and soft texture pulling him back to reality from his dream.

The owner of the hand trembled slightly, and Yin Cheng subconsciously let go of the hand, only to see a fleeting figure rush into his arms without regard for anything else.

Yin Cheng smelled the sweet floral scent emanating from the person in his arms, and suddenly felt hot tears falling on his shoulder.

Lin Nianrou softly leaned on his shoulder and sobbed quietly.

Yin Cheng held the person in his arms and gently stroked the back of the person in his arms. "My darling has a new scent."

That shameless scoundrel, what time is it and he's still thinking about all sorts of nonsense?

Lin Nian's eyes were brimming with tears, her voice trembling with sobs, her tone filled with worry, "You've been unconscious for two days."

Yin Cheng had his own way of comforting his wife and stopping her crying. "Niannian, I have a bit of a headache."

Lin Nian hurriedly stepped out of the man's arms, not even having time to wipe away his tears. "I'm going to find my senior."

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore suddenly." Yin Cheng said honestly, "It's probably because I jumped up too hard. It'll be fine after a while."

Lin Nian sat down on the edge of the bed, and sure enough, he stopped crying. He then pulled his sleeve to wipe away the tears on his face. "Then you rest for a while longer, and I'll go make you something to eat."

"I'm not hungry." Yin Cheng pulled his wife aside, glancing around at their surroundings. "Where's Pearl?"

"She's playing at her brother's place."

Upon hearing this, Yin Cheng tried to get out of bed. "Niannian, help me up."

His bones ached from lying down for so long, and it took him a while to stand up and feel better before he felt less uncomfortable.

Lin Nian found the man's clothes; at some point, his few tattered linen clothes had been replaced with comfortable cotton clothes.

Yin Cheng's smile was almost impossible to suppress. "You made this for me?"