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

When she came down from the roof, Pearl glared at her father angrily, then tucked her little hands into her pockets and refused to let him hold her hand anymore.

The little round face turned to one side, she was so angry!

"Pearl?" Yin Cheng cautiously poked his son's back. "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Pearl shifted away from her father, huffing, "Pearl wants to hear too!"

"What are you listening to?" Yin Cheng began to trick his son. "There's nothing there, is there?"

"have!"

"No, you must be mistaken. Weren't we just swinging on a swing?"

Pearl scratched her cheek and stammered for a long time, unable to come up with a single explanation.

After all, a three-year-old's brain is limited, and unable to argue with his father, he could only pout and prepare to cry.

Yin Cheng swiftly pinched Pearl's mouth shut. "Shall we sneak some braised chicken feet while Daddy's not around?"

Pearl blinked, her round, almond-shaped eyes immediately curving into a smile. "Mmm!"

He happily grabbed his father's hand and ran back to his room to gnaw on braised chicken feet, completely forgetting why he had just been angry.

Yin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Pearl was still young and he was easily fooled.

After lunch, the family of three took a walk in the yard to digest their food, and then Lin Nian pulled the man back to the room for a nap.

Only then did he notice several oil paper packets on the low table of the daybed, filled with his favorite braised dishes.

So he had one too... Lin Nian smiled and kissed Yin Cheng on the cheek.

Yin Cheng grabbed his wife, "Why are you running away? Kiss me a little longer."

Lin Nian, holding Pearl, said righteously, "Stop fooling around, Pearl needs to take a nap."

Yin Cheng: "..."

That evening, Pearl sat between Yin Mo and Bai Yuchen, cradling Xiao Yuanyuan's face in her hands and asking worriedly, "Is Daddy crying?"

Yin Mo awkwardly nudged Bai Yuchen, "Go close the window."

That brat, he doesn't even know to close the doors and windows properly when he's doing things.

Pearl's little head was full of question marks.

Yin Mo said, "No, no one cried. Pearl must have misheard."

Pearl scratched her face, thinking that her royal uncle would definitely not lie to her, so she stopped worrying and grabbed Yin Mo's hand, snuggling into the quilt. "I want my royal uncle to tell me a story."

Yin Mo didn't know how to tell bedtime stories, but just then Bai Yuchen came back to close the window and said, "Let Yu Yu tell one."

Pearl yawned, arched her little body, and said, "Fish, please."

Bai Yuchen wasn't good at speaking either, "...Can you just say the names of the herbs? Angelica dahurica, Astragalus membranaceus, Fritillaria cirrhosa..."

Upon hearing the name of the medicine, Pearl became even sleepier and obediently closed her eyes, clutching her small blanket.

Yin Mo was also surprised; he hadn't expected that simply reading the name of the medicine could actually lull someone to sleep.

After a few days of leisure, Yin Mo made the final arrangements, and the group prepared to return to the capital.

However, the suffering of the people cannot be changed overnight. Fortunately, with Zhao Su as the imperial envoy, officials like Pang Hong had some scruples and dared not blatantly harm the people as before.

The person behind Pang Hong wants to disrupt the situation in the Great Yin Dynasty.

Yin Mo suddenly realized that this might be a good opportunity.

The night before returning to the capital, Yin Mo dragged his younger brother out of his lustful daze, saying, "I want you to rebel."

Yin Cheng's body trembled. "Another rebellion?"

Why is this going on for so long? They didn't say the after-sales period would be this long!

Yin Mo casually dropped a bombshell, "I've decided that I will no longer cover my Fu Seal."

"Oh." Fine, then so be it. Yin Cheng asked, puzzled, "So?"

Looking at the somber sky, Yin Mo asked, "Do you think the people of this world can accept a boy as emperor?"

Yin Cheng scratched his head. "What does this have to do with the people of the world? The common people only care about whether they can eat their fill and stay warm. Who cares whether the emperor is male or female... whether he is a young man or a boy? An emperor who can ensure that they have enough to eat and wear is a good emperor."

Yin Mo lowered his eyes. "What if someone rebels against me?"

"How many times have I told you? I'll beat up anyone who goes against you. What are you afraid of?" Yin Cheng slumped casually in the wide chair. "Just go for it. Do whatever you want. Even if the sky falls, your handsome 1.9-meter-tall brother will hold it up."

Yin Mo smiled and said, "Speaking of which, there's something I've been curious about for a long time."

"Um?"

Yin Mo said, "Have you forgotten things from your past life?"

Yin Cheng blinked. "Huh?"

"Forget it." Yin Mo stopped dwelling on the matter and said, "The person behind Pang Hong wants to launch a mutiny in Huzhou. His goal is not Huzhou or Ningzhou, but to take advantage of the chaos in these places to kill me and seize the throne while I am preoccupied with my own problems."

Yin Cheng said, "A coup?"

"Pretty much," Yin Mo said. "You use Wang Dahu's identity to infiltrate the capital, and we'll turn the tables on you."

"I thought that with our uncle dead, no one would rebel anymore," Yin Cheng sighed. "Since these people are so eager to be emperors, why don't they go to the other side of the Northern Hemisphere and claim their own territory? Anyone with a dream is remarkable."

"Because of you."

Yin Cheng pointed to himself, "Me? Me?"

"Everyone knows that you are my greatest support," Yin Mo said. "Ever since your accident three years ago, some people have started to make moves."

Who is it?

Yin Mo smiled slightly, "Guess."

Yin Cheng resigned himself to his fate, saying, "I won't guess."

Yin Mo took a letter from the brocade box on the table. "Take a look."

"I'm not looking." Yin Cheng was too lazy to think, but when he saw that his brother looked like he wanted to punch him, he took the letter. "I'll look, I'll look now."

To be honest, having an unreasonable emperor brother made my life bleak.

After reading the letter, Yin Cheng was slightly shocked. "Him?"

The mastermind behind it all was actually him?

Yin Mo nodded. "I was also surprised, after all, he had been very honest for the past few decades."

"Where did this letter come from?"

Speaking of the source of the letter, Yin Mo was somewhat amused and exasperated, "It has something to do with pearls."

"My chubby baby?"

According to Yin Mo, the letter was obtained from the wooden plaque left by Yuan Xuan's son.

That wooden plaque is actually a cleverly designed bookplate; pressing the key position will open the plaque and reveal the letters inside.

Recently, I've been biting into pearls because they lack trace elements.

While the adults were talking about serious matters, Pearl put the wooden sign in her mouth while playing and chewed on it a few times. By sheer chance, she opened the mechanism of the wooden sign.

This also revealed the true cause of Yuan Xuan's death: he was silenced because he had discovered a crucial clue.

Yin Cheng never expected that his chubby baby's bite would directly uncover crucial evidence that could lead to a conviction.

"Does Niannian know about this?" Yin Cheng asked.

Yin Mo shook his head. "I didn't tell him."

"Then don't say anything more. If he knew that Pearl picked up dirty things from the ground to eat, he would be furious."

"Although... the pearls were picked up from the table, which is a little different from those picked up from the ground."

"It's all the same," Yin Cheng said. "He gets angry when he sees Zhenzhu eating raw radish, and I don't even dare to tell him that I used to eat roasted sandworms."

"Ugh." Yin Mo covered his mouth, noticing his younger brother's resentful gaze, and lied through his teeth, "I might be pregnant."