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

"What kids don't have disagreements?" Lin Nian said disapprovingly to her older brother, Lin Siheng, who was being beaten by their father. "Big brother, how could you hit him so hard? Siheng is so young! What if you hurt him?"

With a powerful backer, Lin Siheng slipped away from his father and started crying while clinging to Lin Nian's leg: "Waaah, Uncle, my dad beat me so badly."

Lin Yunyuan said coldly, "Try crying again?"

Lin Siheng immediately stopped, no longer daring to wail.

His stepfather said he might just hit him a little, but his father was different; that old man really hit him!

"Why are you being so fierce!" Lin Nian said, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at her brother.

Lin Yunyuan: "..."

Yin Cheng came in from outside carrying water and saw Pearl hiding behind her little father, clutching her clothes and not daring to show her face.

Pearl is still a socially awkward person, Yin Cheng thought. It might be because he couldn't be by Pearl's side for the first three years that Pearl became a little shy.

Lin Nian pulled Pearl closer, making the two children face to face. "Pearl, please forgive your brother, okay?"

Pearl nodded timidly, her pitiful appearance breaking the heart of her elderly father who had just returned from fetching water.

Yin Cheng said coolly, "Today they're robbing people of candied hawthorns, tomorrow they might be robbing people of something else, and the day after tomorrow they might start hitting people."

Lin Nian glared at her man. "Shut up."

"He's right. As an older brother, it's wrong to bully your younger brother." For the first time, Lin Yunyuan agreed with his brother-in-law. "Heng'er has spoiled this kid so much that he's become unruly. He should have been disciplined long ago."

Yin Cheng curled his lip, looked at the child next to his wife, and said smugly, "Snatching your little brother's candied hawthorn, how shameless, tsk tsk."

Another sharp glare swept over him, and Yin Cheng guiltily avoided his wife's gaze, beckoning to Pearl, "Pearl, come here and wipe your face."

Pearl quickly ran over, her round little face eagerly leaning forward, as if afraid her father wouldn't be able to wipe her properly.

"You can't hit a child like that," Lin Nian scolded her older brother. "Siheng is only four years old. He just wants his father to love him. Why can't you talk things out instead of hitting him?"

Lin Yunyuan said, "He made Heng'er cry today, beating him is too lenient."

Lin Nian: "..."

"I was wrong," Lin Siheng quickly said. "You really know you were wrong."

Lin Nian squatted down and ruffled Lin Siheng's hair. "Pearl won't be angry with you, and your little daddy certainly won't. When you get back, apologize to your little daddy properly, okay?"

"Hmm..." Lin Siheng blushed instantly at being treated so gently, and even felt a little embarrassed looking at the pearl, vaguely feeling that she might have really done something wrong.

"Big brother, you should go back and keep Heng company. Don't worry about Pearl. He won't remember anything after he wakes up tomorrow."

After Lin Yunyuan left with his son, Lin Nian closed the door and said in a sinister tone, "Yin, Cheng!"

"Hey! Honey, I'm here, I'm here." This was the first time Yin Cheng had heard his wife's full name.

Mrs. Lin looked quite angry, and Yin Cheng instinctively started to coax her, "Sweetie, sit down quickly, don't tire yourself out."

Lin Nian pinched the man's arm angrily, "Are you only satisfied when you see the two kids fighting?"

"I……"

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? How old are you? Why are you arguing with a four-year-old?"

"What did Pearl do wrong? Is it because he's young and doesn't remember things, that he deserves to be bullied?"

Lin Nian's eyes turned red with anger. He never expected that the man who had always indulged him would take the opposite stance from him on this matter.

The man had never spoken to him in such a cold tone before. Lin Nian felt wronged and tears rolled down her cheeks as she wept silently.

"Wife, I'm not being mean to you." Yin Cheng's tone softened immediately, and he awkwardly tried to wipe away his wife's tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry."

Children are always very sensitive to adults' emotions. Pearl was frightened. He vaguely felt that the two were arguing because of him, and he burst into tears.

Lin Nian dodged the man's hand and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "Pearl, let's go."

After saying that, she took Pearl back to the inner bedroom without even glancing at the man.

Yin Cheng felt weak and agitated, so he kicked over the basin of water and went to the yard to calm down.

Hearing the commotion outside, Lin Nian bit her lip hard, trying not to cry.

He held Pearl, who was crying until her voice was hoarse, and with his own voice still choked with sobs, he gently comforted her, "Baby, be good, don't cry."

Yin Cheng heard the father and son sobbing softly inside the room, and he felt sad, but he didn't know what to say.

He grew up like an orphan in his previous life, and in this life, both of his parents died young. He only has an older brother, but they are separated for a long time.

He really doesn't know how to get along with people.

Not being bullied has always been his life motto.

No one knew that His Highness Prince Cheng, who was high and mighty, actually had no friends.

He didn't know how to handle these interpersonal relationships with relatives and friends, so he couldn't understand what he had done wrong, and he couldn't understand why his wife was angry.

Lin Nian was crying, and his heart ached along with her.

Late at night.

Lin Nian lay on the bed, coaxing Pearl to sleep, but he kept his eyes open, constantly watching for any movement outside.

After a long time, Yin Cheng returned to his room. However, he did not go into the bedroom; instead, he rummaged through drawers and cabinets in the outer room, seemingly looking for something.

Lin Nian listened intently, and just when he thought the man would come back to coax him as usual, he heard the heartbreaking sound of the door closing.

That night, Lin Nian lay awake, tears streaming down her face.

Before dawn the next day, at the Banpo Pavilion twenty miles outside the city, Tian Hai patted Yin Cheng on the shoulder and said, "Da Hu, success or failure hinges on this moment. Years of planning have come to an end today."

Yin Cheng and his 50,000 Southwest Army soldiers, clad in black armor and wearing Rakshasa masks, appeared particularly sinister and terrifying in the thick morning fog.

Yin Cheng's voice was devoid of emotion: "Don't worry, brother, none of those who deserve to die will escape."

After several months of consecutive victories in sieges, not only Tian Hai, but also Pang Hong and others now trust Yin Cheng implicitly.

As usual, after listening to Tian Hai's empty pre-battle declaration, 50,000 men quietly approached the city gate.

With an inside contact already in place, the north gate was quietly opened while the other three gates remained still.

Just as 50,000 people quietly infiltrated the capital, the morning court session began.

When the civil and military officials passed by Zhengyang Gate, they all looked troubled, each worried about the recent unrest in Huzhou.

On that day, as the morning court bell rang, the palace gates were simultaneously breached by an army of black-clad, masked soldiers, forcing the Golden Guards into a series of retreats.

Inside the Golden Palace, the officials were unaware of what was happening outside; however, a momentous matter was now before them.

Yin Mo sat on the high throne, a slight smile on his face. "Why are all my beloved ministers stammering, none daring to speak?"