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

A blush crept across Lin Nian's ears. He glared at the man angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting to Pearl?!"

Yin Cheng sat down on the edge of the bed. "Having a second child should require the eldest child's consent, right? What if Pearl doesn't want a younger brother? Then we won't have one."

Pearl pouted, "I want a little brother!"

Lin Nian pressed down on Pearl's constantly moving mouth, and only released her after making sure Pearl was no longer speaking.

He asked, puzzled, "Why do we need Pearl's consent? ...Ahem, isn't having a baby a decision for both of us?"

"We need to pay attention to Pearl's mental health. What if Pearl feels that a younger brother has come along and taken away her parents... uh, her two fathers? What if she gets sad and upset?"

Lin Nian was even more puzzled. "Isn't having a younger brother a good thing? Why is Pearl so sad and upset?"

Yin Cheng found it difficult to explain the issue of parental favoritism. In this era, the prevailing belief is that having many children brings many blessings, and it seems that no one pays special attention to children's mental health.

He organized his thoughts, "If we have a second child, all our attention will be on the second child. Even if we think we can treat them equally, we will still neglect the feelings of one of the children."

"Children who are neglected will be sad and upset," Yin Cheng said. "Whether it's Pearl or his future younger brother, I don't want them to be neglected."

Lin Nian seemed to understand, but not quite. "Can't we love both babies equally?"

"Of course... Let's not dwell on this issue anymore, Pearl has already agreed," Yin Cheng said. "We'll try to maintain a fair balance then."

"Oh," Lin Nian said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's not even certain that it will be available..."

Upon hearing this, Pearl was immediately extremely disappointed. He huddled up to his father, asking, "Don't you have a younger brother yet?"

Lin Nian hugged Pearl and kissed his cheek, "If we have a younger brother, Daddy will definitely tell Pearl first."

Pearl was satisfied, then hugged her little daddy and started crying, "Why didn't you come sooner!"

I had promised to pick him up last night, but I broke my promise. Lin Nian felt very guilty. "Baby, I'm sorry, please forgive Daddy, okay?"

It's all that jerk's fault! I've said enough, enough, that's enough, but he won't listen to anything I say!

Pearl hugged her little daddy and obediently said, "Mmm!"

Yin Cheng: "Hmm?" You've already appeased him?

Pearl scratched her bottom and started chatting with her little daddy.

"My brother took me to eat meat!"

"Really? What kind of meat did you eat?"

"Delicious meat! And chicken drumsticks too..."

As the father and son talked, Yin Cheng listened from the side, occasionally kissing the older one and then the younger one, feeling that this was the kind of life that His Highness Prince Cheng should be living.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is here in the blink of an eye.

The servants in the manor had prepared the mooncakes the day before. Lin Nian even made three mooncakes herself, waiting for the palace banquet to end so that the family of three could enjoy the moon and eat them slowly.

This was the first time Pearl had attended a banquet with so many people, especially since her family was seated in such a high position.

Located to the lower left of the throne, second only to the emperor, above all others.

Lin Nian had instructed Pearl not to move around. After the banquet, Pearl sat obediently between her two fathers, occasionally turning her head to interact with her uncle, the Emperor.

Because Emperor Yanru and his entourage were present at this year's palace banquet, the Imperial Household Department had to add a seat above the other officials, placing it opposite Prince Cheng's seat.

However, the Imperial Household Department had a clever idea: they moved Emperor Yanru's desk down two inches.

The two tables were far apart and looked almost identical to the naked eye, except that the table was two inches lower. Unless measured with a ruler, Emperor Yanru would not have noticed it at all.

After the master of ceremonies finished his congratulatory address, the banquet began.

Singing and dancing filled the air, fireworks lit up the sky outside the palace, and the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments created a lively and festive atmosphere.

When Yin Cheng saw Hua Yue again after three years, he felt that things had changed.

Hua Yue is no longer called Hua Yue, but Kong Sang Yue, the only prince of Yan Ru.

She used to be a chubby little eggplant, but now her features have matured and her figure has become tall and slender.

Royal offspring are bound to be good-looking.

Dressed in magnificent robes, he exuded a regal air in every gesture, a far cry from the carefree young man who used to tear apart lamb legs and eat meat with the soldiers on the border.

Yin Cheng thought, as long as I'm doing well, that's enough.

Besides Huayue, Kongsangqi also brought one other person with him.

The person's face was covered with a white veil, with a circle of gold ornaments hanging from the bridge of the nose and earlobe, with tassels of fine gold chains hanging from them. He wore a strange outer robe and looked like some kind of mysterious priest.

Could this person be Kong Sangqi's new love interest? However, the two seem extremely distant and polite, not like they have any intimate relationship.

Yin Cheng suddenly remembered the expert who helped Yan Ru cross the swamp and miasma three years ago.

Could it be him?

Yin Cheng had never seen this person with Kong Sangqi before. Either he had only recently started following Yan Ru, or Kong Sangqi was intentionally hiding him.

Why bring it out suddenly today? What is the purpose?

When Yin Cheng looked at him, he also happened to be looking at Yin Cheng.

At this moment, Kong Sangqi spoke up, "Why is Your Highness looking at my Grand Preceptor like that? Could it be that you've taken a fancy to one of my people?"

The Imperial Advisor? Yin Cheng was instantly certain that this person was the mastermind behind Yan Ru's schemes.

He remained expressionless, rolling his eyes at Kong Sangqi. "How dare you?"

Kong Sangqi ignored his words and turned to look at the emperor.

"Emperor Yin, it seems your brother isn't very honest. He's holding a beauty in his arms, yet he's still eyeing Yanru's beauty. It seems your Great Yin doesn't have many beauties."

Yin Mo smiled faintly, "Speaking of beauties, my Yin Dynasty has many more, but not many are willing to marry into Yanru. I apologize for making the king laugh."

Before Kong Sangqi could say anything more, Hua Yue suddenly overturned a plate of grapes on the table.

The grapes were scattered all over the ground, some rolling here and some rolling there, and a perfectly good bunch of grapes was suddenly ruined.

The golden cup rolled down from the hall, disrupting the singing and dancing. The dancers lost their formation, and after such a huge blunder, they quickly knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Hua Yue said calmly, "My hand slipped. Sorry."

Kong Sangqi's expression changed slightly, then she smiled ingratiatingly, "Yueyue, does your hand hurt?"

Hua Yue lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Yin Mo then laughed out loud, "This prince of the king does look quite similar to one of my princesses."

Yin Cheng chimed in, "It's more than just similar, it's practically identical... well, not exactly identical, our princess is a bit chubby."

Lin Nian: "..."

He secretly pinched the man's thigh, giving him a look that said: Don't talk nonsense!

Yin Cheng patted his wife's hand, which was on his lap, signaling him to calm down.

After all, they were old enemies with this Emperor Yanru, so it was nothing new for them to exchange a few sarcastic remarks.

"Continue," Yin Mo said.

Xiao Anzi flicked his whisk and called out loudly, "Play the music!"

The kneeling geisha then stood up, re-established their formation, and began to dance.