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

Back in the palace, the imperial kitchen prepared meals daily, and Xiao Anzi took good care of her master's daily needs.

Bai Yuchen was the dignified "Empress," so naturally she enjoyed the finest food and drink with His Majesty.

So Yin Mo didn't know Bai Yuchen could cook at that time. Now that he has moved to Baishui City, he has seen many different aspects of Bai Yuchen.

Tell me, who would believe that such an ethereal person would roll up his trousers and work in the fields?

Or perhaps you're stir-frying vegetables with a spatula.

Either way, it's incredibly shocking.

Yin Mo sat on the bamboo chair. "Yu Chen."

"Um?"

Yin Mo smiled, but did not speak.

I've been living a comfortable life lately, free from worries about politics, and I've managed to steal a moment of leisure.

Bai Yuchen smiled as well, "In Ningzhou, they make mushroom fried rice when they worship the mountain god. Xiao Mo, would you like to try some?"

Yin Mo nodded, "Okay."

When his eyes and brows are gentle, Yin Mo doesn't exude much of the aura of an emperor.

Or perhaps because he was pregnant, he looked no different from an ordinary young husband in his plain clothes.

Fresh mushrooms always have a unique, savory flavor that belongs to the mountains, which Yin Mo really liked. For the first time ever, he ate two bowls of rice.

Bai Yuchen brewed a pot of herbal tea to aid digestion, as she still had to weed the medicinal fields in the afternoon; the farm work was very demanding.

Yin Mo initially didn't understand why the man wanted to plant these herbs himself, until he woke up from his afternoon nap and didn't see the man, so he went to the herb field in a daze.

He sat on the edge of the field and casually plucked a weed.

Once the grass is removed from the soil, it withers rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it becomes a scorched, yellowish-brown stalk.

Yin Mo looked up and asked pitifully, "Did I pull the wrong one?"

Bai Yuchen didn't even blink. "No."

Yin Mo said, "Don't lie to me."

"It's not any expensive herb, it's alright."

Yin Mo sat obediently on the edge of the field, too embarrassed to continue helping, worried that his ignorance might make things worse.

Apart from that extremely simple stone fortress, the rest of Fuyou Palace is mostly enclosed land for cultivation.

There are many herbs that I've never even heard of, let alone seen.

It's no wonder Bai Yuchen didn't hire anyone to tend the medicinal herb field; it's simply because, apart from himself, no one in the world could fully recognize these herbs.

As Yin Mo watched Bai Yuchen's busy figure, the warm and comfortable sunlight shone on him. He yawned and lay down comfortably on the grass to fall asleep.

It is truly an insult to the dignity of the King of the Great Yin Kingdom to sleep on the ground.

However, this is not the Forbidden City, there is no emperor high above, only a pregnant husband.

Several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

When Zhi Xuan was born, the first thing Yin Mo said to Bai Yu Chen was, "So it's a young man, but why is this child so ugly?"

Yin Mo had just given birth and was extremely weak, her face was deathly pale.

But when she was holding the child, a smile appeared on her face. She said she was disgusted, but in her heart she wanted to kiss the little one's face until it was raw.

"Children are all like this when they are young." Bai Yuchen brought over the nourishing soup that had been prepared earlier. "Xiao Mo, have some soup first."

Yin Mo asked, "Then why are pearls so lovely?"

"If you're willing, we can have a little boy too."

Yin Mo said, "That works too."

He thought for a moment, "If we can't produce the pearl, we'll just steal it from them."

Bai Yuchen chuckled and flicked her husband's nose. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yin Mo pursed his lips, then suddenly remembered something important: "Oh no, I forgot to invite a babysitter."

Bai Yuchen carefully cleaned her husband and child. "Don't worry, I've already invited him. He's waiting at the door right now."

Yin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

He muttered to himself, "I've had plenty of crucian carp soup before, so why haven't I had any...?"

On the other side, Bai Yuchen carried the child to the outer room and let the wet nurse come in to feed the child.

After Zhixuan finished eating, she stopped crying and started to sleep, rubbing her little hands together.

Bai Yuchen placed Zhixuan next to her husband. Seeing his strange expression, she lowered her voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Mo expressed his doubts with a troubled expression.

Regarding Yin Mo's doubts, Bai Yuchen only said it was a matter of constitution.

Fortunately, Yin Mo wasn't the type to pry into things, and his attention was quickly drawn to the little brat.

He gently touched the little one's cheek. "Actually, if you look closely, it's quite cute."

"It will be better when you grow up."

Although Yin Mo had just finished a bowl of nourishing soup, Bai Yuchen was still worried that he might be hungry, and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Yin Mo shook his head. "Yu Chen, do you think it's better for Zhi Xuan to be an emperor or a city lord in the future?"

"Anything is fine."

Yin Mo thought for a moment and said, "Then let him make his own choice when he grows up."

"Okay." Bai Yuchen kissed her husband's forehead. "The child and I will listen to you."

Feeling exhausted, Yin Mo drifted off to sleep.

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It turns out that whoever does the hard work ages faster.

When Yin Mo returned to the capital with her husband and child, she happened to run into her younger brother cursing and swearing in the imperial study.

The younger brother looked up, his beard unshaven, his face filled with a look of despair, as if life had worn down his edges.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the older brother silently gave his younger brother a lot of gold and silver jewelry.

Since the younger brother had accepted the gift, he naturally felt embarrassed to say anything more.

Yuanbao and Zhixuan's birthdays are only three days apart.

Zhixuan was honored to be the older brother.

But Yuanbao disagreed, saying that a real man proves who is the boss by his fists and rankings.

As a result, he got a beating from his father and obediently became the younger brother.

Now that the child has been born, Yin Mo plans to give the child's father a proper status.

However, in history, no young man has ever become emperor, nor has any young man ever become empress.

Although the two have been together for many years, they have always lacked that one ritual.

For the first time ever, Yin Mo called his younger brother to advise him.

After all, he's married and has some experience.

We'll treat it as a last resort.

Unexpectedly, my younger brother went straight to the library and found historical records of the marriages of emperors and empresses throughout history.

"Come on, let's read history carefully and let our ancestors give us some guidance."

Yin Mo then carefully read the documents with his younger brother.

Unfortunately, there is nothing of value to be found in the history of the Great Yin Dynasty.

Yin Cheng closed the book, feeling dizzy and said, "Why don't we just create a new rule ourselves, bro? Anyway, we'll be ancestors in a few hundred years."

Since the young master cannot be the empress, it would be better to create a new term, as long as it conveys the same meaning.

Yin Mo also thought it made sense, and confidently asked his younger brother, "What do you think about making Bai Yuchen the Imperial Consort?"

"Okay, very good, excellent." The younger brother cooperated perfectly, but one only needed to ignore his skillful peeling of sunflower seeds.

Their expressions of watching the spectacle blended seamlessly into the scene at the market entrance.

"Xiao Anzi, go and summon the people from the Imperial Observatory."

"Yes."

Yin Mo thought that the country was still quite powerful, and his private treasury was filled with a dazzling array of treasures.

We could easily squander it all.

However, Yin Mo had to figure out the marriage himself, since his aloof husband seemed to have no concept of marriage at all.