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

The capital city, the Lin residence.

"Xinyu, did you learn today's lessons?"

Lin Xinyu nodded and obediently replied, "I have learned them all, Grandfather."

Ye Qingyu gently rubbed the boy's head under the bed. Lin Xinyu had always been well-behaved since he was a child, the complete opposite of his brother Lin Siheng.

Lin Siheng is irritable, impulsive, and often has fits of madness.

Lin Xinyu is quiet, introverted, well-behaved and sensible.

No one who looks at them would think they're brothers.

"Since you've mastered all the lessons, why not go out and visit your friends?"

Ye Qingyu felt that Xinyu was too introverted, just like the saying: "She is oblivious to the world around her and only focuses on studying the classics."

If this continues, won't they become even less able to communicate with others? He then added, "We also need to pay attention to balancing work and rest."

Lin Xinyu shook her head. "Xinyu would like to read more of the collections of poems written by our predecessors."

On a chair on the other side of the flower hall, a young man wearing a black headband sat crookedly, dressed in a neat and tidy outfit.

Hearing Lin Xinyu's words, he chuckled, but there was not much sarcasm in his voice; rather, it was more of a mockery.

"Did Xinyu get stupid from studying too much? She's as dumb as a goose."

Ye Qingyu glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't act like a brother at all."

Lin Siheng pouted.

Ye Qingyu said, "Oh, it's perfect that you're back. Why don't you take your little brother out to play for a while? It'll keep Xinyu from getting bored staying in the house all the time."

Lin Siheng glanced at her dull-looking younger brother, "Uh...maybe we should just forget it. My stepfather told me not to lead my brother astray."

Ye Qingyu was also angry when she heard about this. Before the New Year, Lin Siheng returned from Guishan. Shen Qingheng thought that Xinyu and his older brother rarely saw each other, so he asked Lin Siheng to take his younger brother out to play so that the brothers could connect with each other.

As a result, this brat took his younger brother to climb a tree, but forgot about him on a branch and only remembered him in the middle of the night.

At that time, Lin Xinyu was crying uncontrollably on the tree branch. He couldn't get down, and there was no one around. He called for help, but no one came.

When she was rescued, Lin Xinyu's legs were shaking and her voice was hoarse from crying.

So much so that he is now afraid of his own brother and wishes that Lin Siheng would stay in Guishan for the rest of his life and never come back.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyu sighed and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a commotion outside.

The next moment, Yuanbao's voice boomed, "Ayao! Ayao, I've come to see you! Ayao, are you home?"

"Yuanbao, be quiet." Pearl pulled her younger brother over. "Behave yourself."

Yuanbao immediately wilted and obediently followed behind his brother.

Ye Qingyu was slightly taken aback, wondering why she heard a child's voice. Then she saw the three of them walk into the flower hall.

"Little Daddy," Lin Nian stepped forward, "It's been so long, I've missed you so much."

Pearl stepped forward, "Ah Yao, Pearl missed you too~"

Ye Qingyu, with a young man clinging to her arm, grinned from ear to ear and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Why didn't you send someone back with a message first? You're coming home so suddenly, I haven't prepared anything yet."

"It's not too late to prepare now, little daddy. I've been craving the golden thread pastries made by Cuizhu for a long time."

Ye Qingyu laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I promise you'll eat your fill. Nian-ge'er, how long will you be staying in the capital this time?"

Lin Nian said, "I have to wait until April after the New Year to go, and I will return to the Northern Territory after Pearl's coming-of-age ceremony."

"That's good," Ye Qingyu asked. "Where is His Highness?"

Lin Nian replied, "He went to the palace and will come later."

Ye Qingyu nodded and pulled Lin Nian and his son aside for a private chat.

On the other side, Yuanbao and Lin Siheng stared at each other.

"Uh..." Yuanbao tilted his head and glanced at Lin Xinyu, who had retreated to the side and was pretending to be a quail. "Brother Siheng, why does he seem a little afraid of you?"

Lin Siheng said, "I don't know."

"You're not going to hit him, are you?" Yuanbao said. "Luckily, my brother doesn't hit me. I'm so happy."

Lin Siheng: "...I didn't hit him."

Yuanbao looked at him with disbelief.

Look at Lin Xinyu, she's almost huddled in the ground. Poor thing, so pitiful.

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Xiao Anzi was waiting outside the imperial study, dozing off, when suddenly the eunuch beside him exclaimed, "Eunuch An? Eunuch An! Wake up! His Highness! His Highness is here!"

Xiao Anzi rubbed his eyes. "What's all the fuss about... Your Highness!"

Yin Cheng patted him on the shoulder. "Take a rest."

Seeing him head towards the Imperial Study, Xiao Anzi suddenly woke up and quickly said, "Your Highness, Your Highness, please allow me to announce your arrival..."

He was still a step too late; Yin Cheng had already excitedly pushed open the door and enthusiastically called out, "Brother, I'm back—uh…"

His smile froze instantly, then he covered his eyes, silently left the imperial study, and closed the door.

Fate was strikingly similar at this moment.

Xiao Anzi was on the verge of tears. When would His Highness Prince Cheng finally be able to properly obey the summons and enter the palace?

Yin Cheng pulled Xiao Anzi to sit on the stone steps in front of the imperial study. "Why didn't you tell me our divine physician was here too!"

Xiao Anzi roared inwardly: I want to say it too! Did you even give me time to speak?! You've practically flown right in!

Xiao Anzi felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.

"Your Highness, please forgive me."

Yin Cheng waved his hand and asked, "How long does it usually take for them to finish in this situation?"

Xiao Anzi: "..." The ties of nine generations of family make it impossible for me to speak...

"I'm asking you, don't play dumb."

Xiao Anzi stammered, "It's...it's been quite a while..."

Yin Cheng sighed, just as he was about to grab Xiao Anzi and vent his frustrations, when he heard a low, angry roar coming from the room.

"Get in here."

Xiao Anzi shuddered, her eyes filled with a hint of sympathy as she looked at Yin Cheng.

Yin Cheng became even more depressed.

"Your Highness, take care."

Xiao Anzi kindly opened the door for him, her eyes encouraging: "Go on in quickly."

Yin Cheng covered his eyes and walked in. "Is it appropriate for me to come in? Or should I wait outside?"

Yin Mo remained silent. He gathered his clothes and asked, "When did you get back?"

"today."

"Did you come to see me about something?"

"I just wanted to report to you, so that no old man will accuse me of going to the capital without being summoned again."

Yin Mo pondered for a moment, "You're preparing to come back and hold a coming-of-age ceremony for Pearl, right?"

"How did you know?" the younger brother exclaimed in surprise. His older brother was incredibly perceptive.

Yin Mo said, "Nonsense, Pearl's coming-of-age ceremony is just around the corner. Are you back now planning to hold the ceremony for Pearl in the capital?"

"Um."

Yin Mo looked up and saw that his younger brother was still covering his eyes, speechless. "Alright, stop pretending to be blind, put your hands down."

The younger brother was weak, pitiful, and helpless. "Oh."

He paused for a moment. "Are you dressed?"

Yin Mo rolled his eyes. "Don't force me to beat you up in the Imperial Study."

Yin Cheng thought to himself, "With your skinny arms and legs, hitting someone is like tickling them."

But he didn't dare say it aloud. He sat obediently in his chair and picked up the oranges from the fruit plate on the table to show off.

Bai Yuchen slowly and gently pulled out Yin Mo's hair that was hidden under his clothes, her movements extremely gentle.