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

After Zhi Xuan was born, Bai Yuchen selected a successor with high medical talent from the clan and rarely returned to Baishui City.

After settling in the capital, he would not easily leave his husband and children unless the heir wrote to him asking for help.

Fearing her husband would be bored, Yin Mo demolished an empty palace next to the Imperial Garden and rebuilt it entirely of glass, with a large medicinal herb garden inside.

After Zhi Xuan ascended the throne, he moved from the East Palace to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and Yin Mo and his wife also moved to the Glazed Palace next to the herb garden.

The story of the two living together in one palace begins after their wedding.

There were also some twists and turns.

Historically, it has never been the case that the emperor and empress lived in the same palace, which is highly contrary to ancestral rules.

Even if the empress is actually the emperor's consort, the rules must not be broken.

Several senior officials nearly died on the spot trying to persuade Bai Yuchen to move to the Jiaofang Palace.

However, Yin Mo was ruthless and said that if they wanted to die, they should die somewhere far away, not in his palace.

Seeing that they could not threaten the emperor with their lives, the senior officials had no choice but to retreat in frustration.

Forget it, I can't just give my life for this one thing, that would be too foolish.

Even if a civil official dies for remonstrating, it depends on what he is remonstrating against.

If it's for the sake of the country and its people, then even if it means crashing into something like this, one can still achieve lasting fame.

But it was only because of the emperor and empress's love that he died. If he had died simply because the emperor and empress lived in the same palace, he would have been lucky to avoid becoming a laughing stock for the common people, let alone being remembered for all time.

Now, back to the present, the family arrived at the Glass Palace.

Zhi Xuan pretended to be stupid behind his fathers, playing the role of a well-behaved and sensible eldest son.

The herb garden is planted with many rare and exotic herbs adapted to the climate of Mingzhou. Apart from a few herb slaves, almost no one comes here.

Although he was admiring the flowers, Yin Mo still felt very depressed.

Will he be able to hold his beloved grandson while he's still alive?

He didn't want to pressure his brother into marriage, but his younger brother already has three grandchildren!

He was envious! Jealousy had completely changed the Emperor Emeritus.

Seeing that his younger father was unhappy, Zhi Xuan took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Little Father, look," Yin Zhixuan said, "This flower is a specialty of Qiuming Kingdom. Eating it can make people's hearing and eyesight sharp."

Yin Mo: "What's the use? It can't give me a beautiful, cute grandson."

Zhixuan: "..."

Bai Yuchen coughed and casually picked a small, dark red fruit. "Ping'er, want some? It's sweet."

Yin Mo turned her head away, "If I don't eat, I won't be able to have a beautiful and adorable grandson."

Bai Yuchen: "..."

Bai Yuchen suggested, "Why don't we steal Xiu'er and let the pearl regenerate on its own?"

"No, thank you." Yin Mo said calmly, "I'm afraid someone might hang themselves at Zhengyang Gate."

As he spoke, he stuck a lot of flowers and plants into his son's hair.

Zhi Xuan knew his father was venting his anger. He sighed softly and asked, "Father, do I look like a flower-adorned prince?"

As he spoke, he even mimicked the young man's flirtatious gesture.

But he was tall and strong, with a burly build like a hunter, and his imitation of the young man's movements was hilarious.

Yin Mo was still feeling down, but when he saw his son with his head full of flowers and plants and trying to cheer him up, he couldn't help but burst out laughing after holding back for a while.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around," Yin Mo said. "If others see this, what will become of your imperial dignity?"

Zhi Xuan said, "The emperor's majesty is nothing compared to your great-father."

Yin Mo was secretly overjoyed, but he didn't show it on his face at all.

He deliberately spoke in a harsh tone: "Don't think you can get away with this by saying a few sweet words."

"I won't rush your marriage, but you must let me hold my grandson as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, I will die with my eyes open in disgrace."

The mysterious eye observes the nose, and the nose observes the heart.

So it turned out that his younger brother was actually eyeing the young darlings of the Imperial Uncle's family, he thought to himself.

He has other plans regarding having offspring!

Surely his first child should be born to the Empress, right?

Otherwise, it would be detrimental to the country and its people.

Only when the inner palace is stable can the court be at peace.

He only dared to think these words in his heart; if he said them aloud, his stepfather would definitely beat him.

Yin Zhixuan felt that whether it was his empress or a noble lady or emperor, as long as it could stabilize the court, it would be a worthwhile marriage.

At that moment, he had no idea that he would later meet someone so perfect, someone who would capture his heart like a fleeting glimpse of beauty, someone he would willingly spend his life with.

Seeing her son's nonchalant attitude, Yin Mo sighed heavily again, "I'm pretty and cute..."

Little grandson, look...

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Yuchen stuffed a fruit into his mouth.

Yin Mo chewed it a couple of times, and had to admit, the fruit was quite sweet!

"What's this? Give me another one." Having tasted the sweetness, Yin Mo began to make demands.

Bai Yuchen said, "It's a fruit from the heart of the northern desert, locally called 'yì tāng' (饴糖), which is used to make wine."

As he spoke, he pointed to the plant in the flowerpot next to his husband.

Yin Mo had already learned to do it himself. When he discovered that the juice of the fruit was very red and could be used for dyeing, he casually asked, "Can this color be washed off?"

Bai Yuchen nodded, "Washing with water is fine."

"Then I'm relieved," Yin Mo said calmly.

Just as Bai Yuchen and his son were bewildered, Yin Mo pounced on them with a sinister smile.

Bai Yuchen instantly understood what his husband wanted to do. He was torn between his thoughts and whether to dodge or not.

Oh well, he's my husband, I'll just let him be...

Bai Yuchen was still thinking this when he suddenly saw that his son had already "suffered a terrible fate," and his pale skin was now covered with red patches here and there.

Both father and son are fair-skinned, so the son with the big painted face now is him in the next scene.

Bai Yuchen silently took half a step back.

Seeing this, Yin Mo smiled slightly and said, "Alright, so you actually want to escape?"

Bai Yuchen spoke up timidly, "Ping'er, let's discuss this, can you please not touch her face?"

Yin Mo nodded gently, "Fine—my ass, prepare to die!"

Before long, both father and son were injured and went to take a bath with their faces flushed red.

After bullying her husband and son, Yin Mo felt satisfied.

The two people who had been bullied spent a long time scrubbing themselves in the hot spring, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

During dinner, Yin Mo saw the two people who were soaking wet from washing, and his conscience ached a little.

Of course, it only happened once, because her husband and son were happy to spoil him, and there was no sign of reluctance on their faces.

Yin Mo seriously considered the suggestion of traveling to the Northern Territory for an entire night.

He had never actually been to Caixia City, and had no idea how his younger brother lived in such a place.

Now that Zhixuan can stand on his own, he has no more worries.

Then let's go!

It would be best to persuade Pearl to bring Xiuge along.

Regardless of how hasty the journey was, or the many hardships and pains of his youth.

All he knows is that everything is just right now.

For Yin Mo, this was a very good life.