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

Xia Ying's eyes widened. "You're going to poison my third uncle?"

Lin Er said, "Yingying, watch your words. It's Han Jinhuan who wants to poison your third uncle."

"But..." Xia Ying was very worried, "What if things are exposed, won't Han Jinhuan implicate you...?"

"Yes," Lin Er smiled. "So all I gave him was a strong sleeping potion. He'll only be asleep for two or three days at most; he won't die."

Xia Ying suddenly realized, "So as long as Han Jinhuan dares to drug Uncle San, Uncle San will definitely not let it go. Then we can watch them fight like dogs."

"Yes."

"Husband, if Uncle San and Han Jinhuan fight to the end, who do you think will win?"

Lin Erdao said, "They won't win."

"Um?"

"Han Jinhuan is no match for the third branch of the family. If he dares to drug them, he will surely die."

Xia Ying asked, "So, it was Third Uncle who won?"

"The Xia family is now just an empty shell. Even if the power to manage the family is in the hands of the third branch, what use is it if they have neither money nor power?"

The two strolled to the courtyard.

Their main reason for returning to Yunzhou this time was for their business here.

The house that Lin Er had bought years ago, after several renovations, has become the young couple's home in Yunzhou.

A large area of ​​lotus flowers was planted in the central pond.

Xia Ying remembered that her father loved lotus flowers, so she planted some as well.

They were just planted casually and not taken care of much, but they grew very well.

Xia Ying pulled Lin Er to sit down in the pavilion by the pond. "Husband, I don't understand."

Lin Er hugged her husband, "What?"

Xia Ying reached out and touched a lotus leaf. He stroked the leaf but hesitated, unsure how to speak.

Upon seeing this, Lin Er immediately understood. "Yingying wants to ask why I went to such lengths to scheme against Han Jinhuan?"

Xia Ying nodded gently.

Lin Er said, "Killing Han Jinhuan is easy, but his son is a real problem."

Xia Ying stared at her husband with her eyes wide open, puzzled.

"After all, Xia Ci'en is your blood relative. If both he and his son die, then the reputation of harming your own siblings will fall on your head."

"The third branch of the family will definitely make a big deal out of this and try to bring you down."

"If we only kill Han Jinhuan, his son will definitely hold a grudge and become a menace sooner or later."

"So Han Jinhuan deserves to die, but she can't die at your hands."

"Yingying, everything I've done is simply to extricate you from this matter, nothing more."

Xia Ying suddenly understood.

No wonder Lin Er didn't let him take action against Han Jinhuan even though they had taken most of the Xia family's gold, silver, and connections.

Before the Xia family handed over the management to Han Jinhuan, there were no problems with his annual profit sharing.

However, after Han Jinhuan took over, the revenue sharing was cut again and again.

The clansmen will certainly not think it's his fault; they will only think that Han Jinhuan failed in his duties.

He perfectly disappeared from this farce, and in the future, neither Han Jinhuan nor any of his relatives would realize that he was involved in all of this.

Even if the Xia family falls into ruin in the future, he can still live a peaceful life on his own.

Xia Ying felt a sore throat and hot tears welling up in her eyes.

After his uncle died, no one in this world cared for him, loved him, or schemed for his future.

But then, Lin Er appeared.

"My husband..."

"Hmm?" Lin Er looked down and saw his husband staring at him with teary eyes.

Xia Ying could no longer hold back. She threw herself into the man's arms and cried unrestrainedly, letting out all the grievances and sorrows of the past years.

He is also a guy who is loved by others.

Lin Er carefully wiped away his tears. "Yingying, are you... crying from emotion?"

Xia Ying sniffed. "No, it's not—ugh."

Lin Er was taken aback.

That afternoon, the Lin family's branch office in Yunzhou, as the capital of the three prefectures, distributed a reward of fifty taels of silver to everyone in the office.

Xia Ying stared blankly at her stomach.

That's it...?

I wonder if he'll grow up to be a young man or a boy.

"My husband, what do you think...?"

Before Xia Ying could finish speaking, Lin Er quickly interjected, "Whether it's a young master or a boy, I love whatever you give birth to."

Xia Ying burst out laughing.

He thought to himself: This is wonderful, I have both a husband and a baby now.

When Ye Qingyu, who was far away in the capital, received a letter from her second son, her eyes crinkled with laughter.

This is the Lin family's first precious grandson!

Such a big event is absolutely worth hosting a banquet with a hundred tables.

After Lin Zhishan was born, she was very quiet for a time.

They don't cry or fuss, and they don't even howl when they're hungry.

Lin Erdu thought his son was mute, but when he brought him back to the capital, Nian Ge'er poked his cheek and he immediately made a soft, whimpering sound.

Of course, there wasn't always a response when someone poked his face; it all depended on the young master's mood.

Lin Er had previously consulted a doctor, but they couldn't find anything wrong.

After much deliberation, the couple considered whether they should take their son to visit several renowned doctors to see if they could find a solution.

What child doesn't make a fuss? And with such clear eyes, he doesn't seem like a fool.

When Lin Zhishan was six months old, she cried her heart out in the middle of the night.

Lin Er and Xia Ying ran next door and saw that the nanny was trying to soothe Lin Zhishan, but Lin Zhishan was crying and making a fuss and wouldn't calm down.

Seeing this, Xia Ying quickly took her son from his nanny and spent a long time coaxing him until he calmed down.

Xia Ying breathed a sigh of relief, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her nanny's expression was somewhat unnatural.

He looked down at his son in the swaddling clothes, and as if by telepathy, lifted the baby's sleeve.

There were several pinch marks on her fair arms, and the marks looked very fresh, so they were probably just put on.

Xia Ying was furious and immediately dealt with the wet nurse.

After that, he took care of Lin Zhishan himself and never asked anyone else to do it.

Lin Er also breathed a sigh of relief.

He's not mute, nor is he stupid; thankfully, he knows how to cry.

Lin Zhishan has never been good at speaking since he was a child; he didn't inherit his father's eloquence at all.

Lin Zhishan never wins an argument; usually, the other person has already said ten sentences before he slowly utters his first.

Oh.

Is that so?

Understood.

In reality, he didn't understand at all, especially during the early stages of his education when he was only four or five years old.

I was bullied at the academy and didn't understand why until I went to bed at night.

The length of his reaction arc is exceptionally long, a rarity in the world.

As he got older, he became much more quick-witted, but he was still dull-witted and very easy to fool.

Lin Er often lamented that his vast fortune had no heir.

Xia Ying chuckled to herself, saying that they should look forward to it and see if Zhi Shan could find a husband and have a smart baby to inherit the family business.

However, that must be a story from a very long time in the future.

Occasionally, Xia Ying would wonder how Lin Er could like someone who wasn't particularly outstanding.

He didn't ask, and Lin Er never told him.

At the Xia family's marriage proposal banquet back then, Lin Er saw the resilient and kind heart hidden deep beneath his seemingly vicious exterior.