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

The husbands were chatting and laughing when suddenly, Shen Qingheng clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain.

Lin Yunyuan had been keeping a close eye on his husband's condition. The moment Shen Qingheng couldn't stand, he immediately caught her in his arms, "Heng'er?"

"Yun Yuan...I...I think I'm going into labor..."

Lin Nian immediately realized what was happening. "Big brother, come with me. Jingyi, go and fetch the doctor and the imperial physician."

Lin Yunyuan immediately carried her husband and younger brother to the delivery room in the inner courtyard.

After the Duke and the imperial physician arrived one after another, Lin Yunyuan was kicked out.

Hearing his husband's pained voice, he paced back and forth anxiously, not much better than Yin Cheng before.

The moment he heard the child crying, Lin Yunyuan could no longer sit still and rushed inside.

Shen Qingheng's pregnancy was another boy, and her dream of having a son was dashed once again.

Although he was a young man, he looked remarkably like Shen Qingheng, and unlike Lin Siheng, he was not lively and active; he seemed to be a quiet person.

Because Shen Qingheng's pregnancy was exceptionally smooth, the whole family assumed it was a boy, including Lin Siheng.

After learning that his younger brother was born, Lin Siheng dragged his master, a centenarian, back to the capital at top speed. On the way, he bought a lot of young men's clothes, just to give them to his brother.

When it turned out his younger brother was a young man, his expectant expression instantly vanished.

I thought she would have a small, round face like a pearl, but she turned out to be a man. I should have known better than to run so fast.

Shen Qingheng was both amused and exasperated. Seeing that her eldest son had returned, she decided to let him stay at home for a while, and then let him return to Guishan after her youngest son's one-month celebration.

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When Yin Mo and her husband returned from Baishui City, she was carrying a young man in her arms.

Just as Yin Cheng had dipped his pen in ink, preparing to give a scathing critique of the officials who wanted to undertake large-scale construction projects, his vision suddenly blurred and then started to blur again.

The sounds of a child babbling drifted over.

He raised his head, revealing a handsome face etched with the marks of official mistreatment.

Bai Yuchen: "..."

Yin Mo also saw despair in his younger brother's eyes. "Uh..."

Yin Cheng looked utterly hopeless, his dead fish eyes rolled to the sky.

Yin Mo coughed. "Would you like to see your nephew?"

"I won't look," Yin Cheng said. "Hurry up and let the Crown Prince oversee the country; we can't live like this anymore."

Yin Mo looked down at his son, his expression slightly puzzled, and his tone hesitant, "Is the Crown Prince you're talking about him?"

"otherwise?"

Yin Mo said, "He's only two months old."

"Two months is already quite a long time; it's more than enough for him to oversee the country," Yin Cheng lied through his teeth.

Yin Mo: "..."

Yin Mo sat down, holding his son, and asked, "Has anything major happened in court recently?"

"No," Yin Cheng said truthfully. "I felt they were quite honest."

"What about the case of the magistrate of Yongzhou County embezzling funds?"

"I sent Zhao Su to investigate."

Yin Mo replied, "He has no connection with the forces in Yongzhou. If he goes there rashly, he might be silenced."

Yin Cheng said, "That's why I sent three thousand military officers with him."

Yin Mo: "..." Knowing it was an investigation into an embezzlement case, anyone who didn't would think Zhao Su was leading a raid on his home...

"Very well, it's better to let him handle this matter. At least it will bring peace to the people of Yongzhou." Yin Mo asked, "So you really don't want to come and see your nephew?"

That's why they say the older brother is the emperor; one second he's discussing official business, and the next he's promoting his own son.

Yin Cheng put down his pen. "It's fine to take a look." He leaned over and glanced at his chubby, white-skinned nephew in the swaddling clothes. He pouted and said, "He's not as good-looking as our Yuanbao."

Yin Mo: "..."

"What's his name?"

"The mystery of Yin."

Yin Cheng suddenly looked at her brother obediently, "Dear brother, what about our Yuanbao..."

Yin Mo didn't understand his silly younger brother at all, and said, "What do you think of Fei Chi? A golden carp is not meant to stay in a pond. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will transform into a dragon."

"Then why not call it Golden Dragon?" Yin Cheng said. "It sounds more domineering, and his subordinates can then rightfully say: The three-year term has come to an end, and we respectfully welcome the Dragon King back to his throne."

"..." Yin Mo was speechless. "Listen to it yourself, does it sound good?"

Prince Cheng, who had little sense of aesthetics, decided to remain silent. He looked up at the dome of the Imperial Study and thought, "You have to admit, this glazed jade is really beautiful."

"Don't go back today. I'll have someone pick up Niannian later, and we'll have dinner together tonight."

"oh."

This was Little Yuanbao's first time in the palace. His eyes darted around as he curiously looked at this unfamiliar place.

Pearl was quite busy, touching this little brother one minute and that little brother the next.

The two cousins ​​have completely different personalities. Zhixuan doesn't like to cry or make a fuss, and even when he's hungry, he'll let out a couple of cries.

Fei Chi is completely different. She cries whether she's happy or unhappy, crying repeatedly with a loud voice.

However, there is one advantage: she cries herself to sleep when she's tired, without needing anyone to comfort her.

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When Yuanbao was six months old, the family returned to the Northern Border.

When Lin Nian stepped into Caixia City again, for a moment she felt as if she had been transported to another world.

Yin Cheng took his hand, and the two returned to the Marshal's Mansion in Caixia City.

Pearl had little memory of this place. She hid behind her father and timidly looked at the people around her.

Upon seeing Yin Cheng again, Luo Ran and several other generals all had tears in their eyes.

Xiao Fu rushed over and hugged Lin Nian, then started crying, "Waaah, my lord, I missed you so much."

Lin Nian gently patted his head and said softly, "I missed you too."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fu cried even harder.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

When Yin Cheng disappeared, the whole city knew about it, and every citizen wept upon hearing the news.

Now that people have heard that Yin Cheng has returned safely, the Marshal's Mansion is surrounded by layers upon layers of people and soldiers. The scene is even more lively than during the New Year.

The Yanru spies, who were secretly spying on Caixia City, almost thought that the Great Yin was about to attack. The towering fireworks and the clamor of voices throughout the city were quite intimidating.

As the seasons changed, little Yuanbao turned one year old, and it was time for the traditional "grasping ceremony" (a traditional Chinese custom where a baby chooses objects to represent their future).

The floor was covered with silk, upon which were laid out abacuses, gold and silver, wolf-hair brushes, seals, and ruyi scepters...

Yin Cheng thought for a moment and then placed the Northern Border Tiger Tally on it as well.

Lin Nian was already used to it. For men, the Northern Army Tiger Tally was like a fashion item. His face was more useful than the Tiger Tally in the Northern Army, so the Tiger Tally was practically useless.

Little Yuanbao crawled around and finally grabbed the gold ingot.

Lin Nian, who was counting on her son to pick up a pen, was speechless.

Yin Cheng, who was counting on his son to catch the tiger tally, was speechless.

Lin Nian chuckled, "This really does live up to his name."

Yin Cheng asked curiously, "What did Pearl grab when she turned one year old?"

Lin Nian looked somewhat dejected upon hearing this, "Back then... Pearl didn't have her first birthday celebration."

Yin Cheng kissed his wife, turned around and picked up the little round-faced boy, placing him on the silk. "Good boy, pick one you like, and we'll make up for the first birthday celebration."

Pearl blinked her big eyes, then happily grabbed the osmanthus rice cake she had been craving for so long.

Yin Cheng's feelings were complicated. Why was there no one to inherit his mantle?

Lin Nian smiled and kissed Pearl's cheek. "Our good girl has her own ideas."

Pearl happily munched on the cake, and in her mind, she was planning to go to Uncle Xiaofu's place later to eat tangerine peel and red bean soup!