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

Yang Xiaohuai dared not sit down anymore, and stood tremblingly to the side, holding the child.

Upon hearing that it was the Prince's residence, everyone was so frightened that they dared not utter a sound.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely oppressive, with only distant noise remaining.

Lin Nian handed the gold leaf to Yang Xiaohuai, saying, "Live a good life."

Yang Xiaohuai choked up for a moment, but said nothing, only keeping this kindness in her heart.

The atmosphere around them froze, with only Yin Cheng propping his head up and lazily speaking, "Nian Nian, touch me."

Lin Nian blushed deeply. "Don't talk nonsense!"

"You want to shirk responsibility?" Yin Cheng looked at the pretty girl with accusatory eyes. "You scumbag."

Upon hearing this, the other customers at the noodle stall also cautiously raised their eyes and quickly sized up the young man who dared to touch His Highness Prince Cheng's Northern Tiger Tally.

When Lin Nian left, he only put some loose silver in his small brocade pouch, thinking that this amount of money would be enough for him to spend.

But if he wanted to help Yang Xiaohuai establish a household, this amount of money alone wouldn't be enough, so he boldly reached for the money on the man's body.

Because he knew that men would indulge him.

She hadn't thought that much about it at the time, but now that she'd calmed down, Lin Nian started to feel shy.

Although he was already engaged, he was still an unmarried young man, and his skin was so thin that he would blush easily if teased.

Yin Cheng pinched the little beauty's flushed cheeks, "You start something and then abandon it."

Lin Nian was on the verge of tears; she had completely lost face today.

"Please stop talking..." Lin Nian pleaded softly, "It's too embarrassing..."

Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow, letting the pretty girl go. "Back already?"

"Mmm!" Lin Nian nodded quickly. If he stayed any longer, he would want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

As Lin Nian left, she reminded Yang Xiaohuai, "Remember to come to Prince Cheng's Mansion tomorrow. Someone will take you to the government office to sign the divorce papers."

"Thank you, young master." Yang Xiaohuai paused, "Thank you, Prince Cheng."

Lin Nian: "..."

Yin Cheng was pleased by the address of the King and said, "Thank you again."

Lin Nian hadn't reacted yet, but Yang Xiaohuai understood.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty be well."

Xingge'er, who was next to Yang Xiaohuai, also said, "May the King be well."

Lin Nian: "..."

He pulled Yin Cheng up and they fled from the noodle stall as if escaping.

Only after hiding in a deserted alley did the heat on his face subside a little.

Yin Cheng said from behind, "Your Highness, slow down, be careful not to fall."

"No way!" Lin Nian huffed at him, then said hesitantly, "Ah Cheng..."

Hearing the little beauty's sweet, whiny voice, Yin Cheng asked, "Hmm?"

Lin Nian said, "Won't you blame me for taking matters into my own hands...?"

Yin Cheng drawled, "Well..."

Lin Nian's heart was in her throat, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her nerves taut, as if she was about to cry.

"The scoring situation," Yin Cheng said.

"Huh?" Lin Nian was a little confused, not expecting this answer.

Yin Cheng smiled and said, "If Prince Cheng were willing to throw himself into my arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, I would surely be so infatuated that I would lose all sense of time."

He reached out and tapped the little beauty's nose. "At that time, you might not even remember who you are, let alone blame her."

The slight unease in Lin Nian's heart immediately disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness towards her man.

"Ah Cheng, you're so sickeningly sweet."

"dislike?"

"I don't like it." After saying that, Lin Nian thought for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Let's talk about it when it's just the two of us."

Yin Cheng said, "Now there are only two people."

"And your bodyguards too," Lin Nian smiled slyly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's not just the two of us."

"You've learned your lesson, honey," Yin Cheng said. "Then I'll call them away."

Lin Nian quickly stopped her, "No, they need to protect you."

Under the cover of darkness, he took the initiative to put his arm around the man's neck.

"It's getting late, let's go back."

"Tired?"

"A little bit."

Yin Cheng put his arm around the little beauty's waist, moved his feet, and flew up to the top of the wall with the little beauty.

He suddenly had a wicked idea, and with a slight tilt of his body, he pretended to stumble and fall.

The little beauty in his arms gasped in fright and shrank back into his embrace.

Lin Nian thought she was going to fall, so she closed her eyes tightly, but she heard Yin Cheng's faint laughter.

Lin Nian: "!" That's too much! You scoundrel Ah Cheng, I'm ignoring him.

"Silly girl." Yin Cheng kissed the little beauty's forehead. "So adorable."

Lin Nian said quietly, "It turns out that when you're weak, even getting angry is considered cute."

Yin Cheng: "...I was wrong."

Having won back a point, Lin Nian was in high spirits. She nestled in the man's arms and secretly curled the corners of her mouth.

The man's embrace was so warm that Lin Nian didn't even know when she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she was already lying on her soft bed.

Sunlight streamed through the windowpane, creating a serene atmosphere.

He rolled over in his blanket, and then, for some reason, chuckled to himself.

Hua Yue burst in like a firecracker, "Young master, young master, the prince has sent a letter."

Lin Nian sat up abruptly. "What letter?"

Hua Yue handed over the letter.

The letter contained only a few words.

—The matter has been taken care of, there is no need to worry.

Lin Nian knew that Yang Xiaohuai's matter had been resolved.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Huai Ge'er has suffered too much in the first half of his life; things should get sweeter from now on, right?

"Young master, what does this mean?" Hua Yue tilted her head and asked, puzzled.

Lin Nian shook her head and got up to wash and dress.

Hua Yue pouted, "Young Master has a little secret, and he doesn't tell Hua Yue anymore."

"Children shouldn't listen to this." Lin Nian gently pinched Hua Yue's round cheeks, thinking:

No wonder men always like to pinch his cheeks; it really feels good to pinch them.

Xiao Fu came in carrying hot water. "Hua Yue, the old man said he found a manual for some kind of Heartbreak Palm technique and asked if you wanted to see it."

"I want to see!" Hua Yue was a little martial arts fanatic and always liked to look at martial arts manuals.

The eldest brother of the Lin family had been roaming the martial arts world for many years and had handled countless secret manuals. Ever since Hua Yue learned about this, the members of the Lin family had been ranked in his mind.

In Hua Yue's heart, the old man's current status is second only to the cook in the kitchen.

Hua Yue rushed in and rushed out in a flurry.

Xiao Fu wrung out a handkerchief and handed it to Lin Nian, "Young Master, the invitation from Jinxiu Garden has arrived."

Lin Nian asked, "When?"

"tomorrow."

Bamboo salt mixed with dried willow twigs cleaned my teeth, and herbal tea refreshed my palate.

After washing and grooming herself, Lin Nian took out a beautifully decorated hairpin and put it on her head. She then casually placed the letter the man had written in the drawer of her dressing table.

Xiao Fu is now immune to his young master wearing these ugly headdresses that look extremely rich but are actually quite tacky. He asked, "Young master, are you going?"

"Go ahead," Lin Nian said. "We can't miss the poetry gathering just because of a cousin."