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

Yin Cheng glanced down at the pearl sandwiched in the middle and thought that the two little buns tied in her baby's hair were kind of cute, but they looked empty and not full enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fruits and flowers on the table, and a bold idea popped into his head.

Yin Cheng took a bunch of longan fruits with branches and pinned them next to the two small hairpins of the pearl.

It looks just like a traditional Chinese New Year doll, exuding good fortune and auspiciousness.

Pearl thought his father was playing a trick on him, and covered his mouth to laugh secretly.

Lin Nian hadn't been watching the father and son for a moment when she suddenly turned her head and saw the strings of longans and lychees on Pearl's head, a crisp date stuffed in one side of her red hair ribbon, and a bright red flower in the center of her little bun.

If I remember correctly, these flowers were decorations placed on the table.

Lin Nian's vision went black, and she almost fainted on the spot.

He was so angry he didn't know what to say!

Does this bastard even know what kind of occasion this is?!

He doesn't care about his old face, but Pearl will definitely be unable to hold her head up in the circle of young men in the capital in the future!

Lin Nian could already fully imagine that today's dark history would accompany Pearl for the rest of her life...

Yin Cheng was still freely creating art on his pearl head, completely unaware of the murderous glare in his wife's eyes.

Pearl was having a great time, her little shoulders stiff and motionless, as if afraid the fruit platter on her head would fall off.

Some of the families of the civil and military officials below had already noticed the fruit plate on Pearl's head. Some of them, though reserved, did not show any emotion, but their eyes would occasionally drift over, stealing a glance before turning away and pretending nothing had happened.

Those who weren't so reserved were suppressing their laughter, hiding behind their husbands with trembling shoulders.

Those who could attend the palace banquet were almost all imperial relatives and officials of the second rank or above. The husbands of civil officials were better off, as they were all quite well-educated and reasonable and would not laugh out loud in front of the guests.

The husbands of military officers are a different story; they can do whatever they want and are very carefree.

It's alright to laugh; after all, it's lively. There's singing and dancing in the hall, so who knows what they're laughing about?

But Lin Nian knew!

Because most people's attention was focused on their own little pearl, or more precisely, on their own little pearl's head.

He was furious; if they weren't in the palace, he would have grabbed a rolling pin and chased after the man to beat him.

He took a deep breath and tried to calmly remove the fruit from the pearl's head.

If it weren't for all the civil and military officials sitting below, he would have even wanted to throw the fruit from Pearl's head at them.

Yin Cheng felt a little guilty and gave an awkward smile. "Niannian."

Lin Nian glared at him and whispered, "Shut up."

Yin Cheng: "..."

Pearl looked a little disappointed when she saw that the fruit on her head had been taken off, and stared pitifully at her little father with her big eyes.

Lin Nian said, "We're not playing with your dad, that big idiot."

"Don't you think..." Yin Cheng was interrupted by Lin Nian before he could finish speaking.

"I don't think so!"

"But……"

"Shut up!" Lin Nian said in a low voice. "From now on, you are not allowed to say a single word."

Yin Cheng obediently shut his mouth, but after a short while, he took a lychee, peeled it, and fed it to Pearl.

He nibbled on the pearl, but didn't forget to spit the pit out onto his father's hand.

Yin Cheng wiped his hands clean, but out of the corner of his eye he caught Hua Yue looking like she was about to cry.

He picked up another lychee, and with a little skill, flicked it at Huayue.

The lychee traced an arc in the air before landing on the richly dressed young man, then bounced off and rolled to the ground.

Hua Yue pouted, staring at Yin Cheng through teary eyes.

Yin Chengchong raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to look at the lychees on the hem of his skirt.

Hua Yue then picked up the lychee, carefully peeled off the skin, and took a bite. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and large drops of tears fell down her cheeks.

He cried silently, whether from heartache or grievance, it was hard to tell; in any case, he cried very sadly.

"How old are you?" Yin Cheng said in a low voice, then pinched Pearl's cheek.

Pearl looked at her father blankly.

"Pearl, go and tell that stupid fool who's crying so much to stop."

Pearl tilted her head to look, somewhat puzzled, "Is his flesh hurting?"

Lin Nian said, "Silly girl, your brother is sad."

"Is your heart aching?" Pearl asked.

"Yes." Lin Nian picked Pearl up from the wide chair. "Pearl, go keep your brother company and cheer him up, okay?"

Pearl nodded emphatically, "Yes!"

Pearl asked her father to put all the fruit in a golden cup, and carrying the fruit platter full of fatherly love, she ran from the left side of the hall to the right side.

He held the fruit plate in Pearl's hand high; it was a heavy gold dish, and it was filled with a lot of fruit.

Seeing him come over, Huayue quickly took the fruit plate from Pearl's hands and placed it on the table, afraid that she might crush the small child.

Pearl immediately threw herself into Huayue's arms, revealing a sweet smile.

Hua Yue hurriedly picked up Pearl, unsure of what to do next.

Pearl stretched out her chubby little hand to wipe away Huayue's tears, "Don't cry, brother."

Hua Yue then turned his face away to wipe his tears. He gently squeezed Pearl's little hand, "Baby, why did you come here?"

Pearl always remembered her father's instructions, but she was too young to relay them well. "Daddy said crying will make you stupid!"

"He's the idiot," Huayue muttered under her breath.

On the other side, with Pearl no longer in the middle of the couple, Yin Cheng was very unrestrained at this moment, taking advantage of the tablecloth to touch his wife's thigh.

"Can't you think of something else?" Lin Nian said impatiently, throwing the man's hand away.

Yin Cheng didn't really intend to take advantage of his wife; he was just bored and wanted to sell swords.

After all, nothing beats the expressive beauty of a wife's face when it comes to singing and dancing.

Later, Lin Nian got really annoyed and tired, so she simply stopped moving and let him move.

Let him touch me, and see if he dares to act recklessly in public!

As it turns out, Prince Cheng became perfectly normal once his wife stopped playing with him.

Pearl sat on Huayue's lap, and the two young men whispered among themselves. Finally, a smile appeared on Huayue's face.

At this moment, Kong Sangqi suddenly reached out.

Hua Yue held Pearl in her arms, watching him warily.

Being stared at like a thief by his own son, Kong Sangqi was both amused and exasperated.

Hua Yue asked, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? I can't possibly get angry with a child," Kong Sangqi said. "I just think this chubby baby is cute and I want to touch him."

Pearl's ears automatically filtered out the keywords: "#$……chubby baby%……￥……".

He immediately buried his face in Huayue's arms, feeling wronged, and burst into tears.

If Yin Cheng or Lin Nian heard this little cry, they could tell it was fake crying, but Hua Yue couldn't tell.

He thought his scumbag father had made Pearl cry, and immediately roared, "How can you even bully a child? Have you no shame?!"