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

"arrive."

Shen Qingheng then cautiously opened her eyes.

However, his legs were still weak and he couldn't stand up on his own.

Lin Yunyuan gently stroked his back, again and again. "Are you feeling better?"

Shen Qingheng's phoenix eyes were now somewhat moist. "Hmm..."

Lin Yunyuan picked him up horizontally and carried him to a small courtyard before stopping.

Nestled in the man's arms, Shen Qingheng looked down at the buildings on the mountaintop and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

The summit of Guishan Mountain was quite different from the martial arts sects he had imagined.

To be honest, these are all martial arts sects, so they definitely need to be grand enough. Pavilions and towers are standard features. They can't just look like a small village with a few scattered farmhouses.

Especially since they feed chickens and ducks in the yard not far from theirs, which make a lot of noise by clucking and squawking.

Lin Yunyuan carried him into the small courtyard. Although no poultry were kept in the courtyard, several plots of land next to it were used to grow vegetables.

The summit of Guishan Mountain is so poor...

Shen Qingheng thought to herself secretly.

While he was still in a daze, the man had already carried him into the room.

Seeing her husband looking confused, Lin Yunyuan kissed his cheek. "What's wrong?"

Shen Qingheng then noticed that she had been placed on a small bed.

He shook his head and immediately noticed the outer robe crumpled up in a mess next to the pillow.

These are clearly Lin Siheng's clothes; the cloud patterns on them were even embroidered by him himself.

He immediately put his doubts aside and looked at the mess in the room, feeling dizzy.

That brat! Why can't he take care of himself?

The two steamed buns on the table each had a bite taken out of them, and one of them was even moldy.

Shen Qingheng's expression instantly changed from worrying about her son to wanting to beat him up.

Just then, Lin Siheng came running in and buried herself in her father's arms.

"Why are you here?" Lin Siheng asked in surprise. "I didn't believe the old man when he said you were here, but you really came."

When Shen Qingheng saw her son's sun-tanned skin, she couldn't bear to say anything to him.

Lin Siheng felt a little embarrassed as her father hugged her and kissed her forehead several times.

"Where's my brother? Didn't he come?"

Shen Qingheng said, "My younger brother is still young and should not travel long distances."

Lin Siheng said, "Oh dear, what a pity. I even sharpened a sword for my younger brother."

"My little brother can't lift a sword yet." Shen Qingheng poked her son's forehead, and then narrowed her eyes when she caught a glimpse of two chipped and moldy steamed buns on the table.

"Siheng," Shen Qingheng called to her son with a smile.

Lin Siheng, unaware of the impending disaster, asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qingheng suddenly grabbed his ear and said, "What did I tell you when you left? Did I tell you to take good care of yourself, to dress neatly, and not to be as sloppy as your father...?"

Lin Yunyuan, who was suddenly called out, was immediately startled.

He spoke weakly, "Heng'er, I..." He simply hadn't shaved every day while traveling the martial world...

Besides, after marrying her husband, she was afraid her beard would prick him, so she shaved every day when washing her face...

"Shut up!"

Lin Yunyuan: "..."

Shen Qingheng angrily said, "It's one thing to leave your own clothes lying around, but what's with those two steamed buns on the table?"

"It's all moldy and you're still not throwing it away? What, are you planning to keep it as a family heirloom?"

While obediently enduring the scolding, Lin Siheng quietly kicked all the eggshells on the floor under the bed.

"And what's all this stuff on the ground? Is that stick with brown sugar stuck to it a candied hawthorn? Aren't you going to throw it away? Can't you see it's covered in ants?!"

Lin Siheng spoke hesitantly, "I...I forgot."

Shen Qingheng: "Then why don't you forget about yourself too?"

Lin Siheng whispered, "Can't we just clean it once at the end of the month?"

Lin Yunyuan immediately kicked his son, sending him sprawling onto the bed.

"I'll give you half an hour to clean up." Lin Yunyuan pulled Shen Qingheng outside. "Heng'er, we haven't paid our respects to our master yet."

Shen Qingheng immediately snapped out of her rage. "Yes, let's hurry up and go, lest we be impolite."

Before leaving, Lin Yunyuan winked at his son.

Lin Siheng finally understood his father's intention and for the first time felt that this old bastard wasn't so bad after all.

Although that kick almost sent him flying.

However, being a martial artist, a mere leap left him completely unharmed.

While cleaning, Lin Siheng continued to use PUA on himself as usual.

It's so skillful it's heartbreaking.

On the other side, Shen Qingheng suddenly exclaimed "Ouch!"

"My lord, we forgot to bring a gift for our master."

Lin Yunyuan said, "It's alright, the old man doesn't care about those things."

Shen Qingheng said, "That would be too rude. Why don't you go to the nearby town and buy some food and supplies?"

"He doesn't need it," Lin Yunyuan said. "If he wants something, he'll just tell me. There's no need to worry about him suffering."

Shen Qingheng tidied her hair again. "Is my hair messy? Does it look polite enough?"

"Not chaotic."

Shen Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yunyuan, your little beauty husband is quite interesting."

Shen Qingheng was taken aback; there was no one else around besides the two of them.

Who is speaking?

What a beauty... If he hadn't taken good care of himself, he would have fine lines on his face by now.

Shen Qingheng pursed her lips and asked softly, "Is that Master?"

Lin Yunyuan nodded, "Yes."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a nimble old man suddenly appeared in front of Shen Qingheng.

Lin Yunyuan immediately said with displeasure, "Heng'er is timid, don't scare him."

The old man snorted, looking down at them with disdain. "You came to see your master empty-handed?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingheng blushed instantly.

Lin Yunyuan said, "So you didn't receive the 'Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Wine' that I had someone deliver last month?"

The old man's arrogance immediately subsided. "Well, that wine wasn't bad. Get me two more jars. No, no, ten...twenty jars!"

"You think this is like buying cabbage? You can't just bring it here whenever you want." Lin Yunyuan was slightly speechless. "This is tribute wine; we'd be lucky to get two jars."

"Then just go steal from the palace! Your family's related to the emperor now anyway," the old man said. "With that kind of connection, why don't you use it? Do I need to teach you?"

"...We are a respectable sect, why would we steal?" Lin Yunyuan wanted to facepalm. At this moment, he had every reason to worry that his eldest son might be led astray by the old man.

The old man immediately fell to the ground, throwing a tantrum, "Oh dear, this unfilial disciple! I only wanted to have a drink, what wrong have I done!"

"I'm already 120 years old, please give way to me."

Seeing that Lin Yunyuan remained unmoved, the old man began to feign tears.

"What's the point of me living? I might as well die," the old man said, while secretly observing his apprentice's expression.

Lin Yunyuan was too lazy to deal with this old rascal, so he looked down at Shen Qingheng and said, "Want to go for a walk?"