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

Shen Qingheng smoothed things over, "Alright, alright, let Nian-ge'er tell us what happened first."

Lin Nian didn't know where to begin. He thought for a moment, "Well, um... that person is A-Cheng's master."

He added, "He's a bad guy, he always bullies Ah Cheng."

Lin Yunyuan was very suspicious after hearing this, "Did Yin Cheng learn his skills at Tianji Mountain Villa?"

Sensing the doubt in her older brother's voice, Lin Nian tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Yunyuan's expression immediately became extremely complicated. "If it were Tianji Manor twenty years ago, it would be reasonable to learn some skills."

Shen Qingheng enjoyed listening to these tales of the martial world, blinking her eyes and silently urging her husband to tell her more.

Lin Yunyuan was charmed by his husband's cuteness. He cleared his throat and continued, "Twenty years ago, the old master of the manor passed away."

Upon hearing this, Lin Nian became interested and listened attentively.

Hua Yue wasn't curious; he casually pulled a piece of cake from his satchel and started eating.

I was really frightened just now, I need to eat some nourishing food.

"Originally, everyone thought that the old master would hand over Tianji Manor to his eldest disciple, who was both literate and skilled in martial arts. However, to everyone's surprise, he chose his unremarkable second disciple, He Mu, before he died."

"It is said that this He Mu is extremely mediocre, but he is lucky. Before the old master died, he not only handed over the manor to him, but also married his only son to him."

Shen Qingheng asked, "Is this Hemu's martial arts skill very poor?"

Lin Yunyuan said, "Very bad. Let alone fighting under my hand, even our family's guards could fight him to a draw."

Lin Nian thought of her husband's fighting skills; they were quite impressive...

"So I find it strange that Yin Cheng's skills are so good that he could easily take on ten He Mus with his eyes closed. I don't believe for a second that his martial arts were taught by He Mu."

Lin Nian also found it very strange. "I heard that Ah Cheng suffered a lot when he became an apprentice. Why would he go through all that trouble to become an apprentice to a master with such poor martial arts skills?"

The three people looked at each other, and then all turned their attention to Huayue.

Hua Yue was still focused on eating cake when she looked up and saw three pairs of eyes staring straight at her.

Hua Yue thought for a moment, then opened the satchel with a heavy heart, "There are only a few pieces left, you can take them."

Lin Yunyuan said, "I don't want your cake, you can eat it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yue immediately put away her satchel, her little eyes seeming to say: You didn't want it yourselves.

Lin Nian was both amused and exasperated. "Do you know why Ah Cheng became He Mu's apprentice?"

Hua Yue shook her head. "I don't know."

Lin Nian sighed in disappointment.

Hua Yue said, "Brother Jia Yi has spent the most time with the Prince, so he must know. But he's out there doing errands for the Prince, and we don't know when he'll be back."

Lin Yunyuan said to his youngest brother, "Why don't you go back and ask him? He wouldn't keep it from you, would he?"

Lin Nian said, "Ah Cheng said he'd tell me more when we get to the Northern Border."

Lin Yunyuan flew into a rage, "What! He's going to take you to that godforsaken place in the North to suffer?"

Shen Qingheng kicked him, "Speak more politely, don't corrupt the baby."

"……oh."

Lin Nian emphasized, "It was my own choice to go!"

Seeing that her husband was about to get angry again, Shen Qingheng quickly said, "Husband, please tell me more about Tianji Manor."

So Lin Yunyuan got angry and glared at his youngest brother with disappointment, and began to tell his story.

"Among the sects in the Northern Territory, only Tianji Manor is truly top-tier." Lin Yunyuan paused, then added, "Of course, I'm referring to Tianji Manor twenty years ago."

"This sect is extremely strange, and they are accustomed to using a demonic sword that is controlled by internal energy. When not using the weapon, this demonic sword can be wrapped around the forearm like a strip of cloth to serve as a wrist guard."

"When used, internal energy is poured into it, and this demonic blade becomes as hard as copper and iron, capable of cutting through iron like mud."

Lin Nian had seen a man use it once, and it was quite amazing.

Lin Yunyuan said, "But this demonic blade is extremely difficult to control. Generally, only the manor lord can wield it freely. As far as I know, besides the old manor lord, only that eldest disciple, whose fate is unknown, can use it."

Shen Qingheng asked, "He Mu doesn't know that either?"

Lin Yunyuan said, "It's hard to say about others, but he definitely wouldn't. Over the years, he has boasted that his martial arts skills are deeply inherited from the old master, but anyone with eyes can see his level and wouldn't bother arguing with him."

"Who taught Ah Cheng his swordsmanship?" Lin Nian asked.

Shen Qingheng said, "Could there be some reclusive master in the manor?"

"Probably not," Lin Yunyuan said. "A fallen sect might at most leave behind some martial arts manuals..."

Lin Yunyuan suddenly thought of a possibility: "Could this kid have been self-studying according to the secret manual after entering Tianji Manor?"

"I'll ask him about it later," Lin Nian thought. If that were the case, it would be perfect.

A hypocrite like Hemu is truly unworthy of being a man's teacher.

If you truly hate your apprentice for causing your husband's death, you could choose to stab him to death or never speak to him again.

However, this father and son only sought to gain benefits through constant accusations and humiliation, exchanging their master's death for long-term future profits.

After returning to the Prince's Mansion, Lin Nian planned to feign illness.

It won't get better in less than ten days and a half!

After all, he was just a weak and pitiful young man, so it was normal for him to be knocked unconscious!

Even if he was "not well taken care of" during this time, no one would blame him, since he had already been knocked unconscious.

The commotion that He Wan caused at the inn naturally reached the emperor's ears.

Upon hearing the report from the imperial guards, the emperor's voice was icy, yet filled with rage. "A mere martial arts sect dares to humiliate my own brother like this! —Kill them!"

"Wait," Bai Yuchen said, "If we kill them, it will be difficult to explain to Prince Cheng."

"Die!" The emperor, his mind completely clouded, his chest heaving, "I want everyone from Tianji Manor dead!"

"Xiao Mo, calm down." Bai Yuchen pulled him into her arms and coaxed him, "Poison will do the trick."

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and tossed it to the guard, saying, "If you take this medicine for three consecutive days, your memory will become confused; if you take it for more than half a month, you will lose your mind and become a madman."

The emperor took a deep breath, pulling himself back from the brink of rage. "If you ask me, I'd just kill him and that would be the best solution, to avoid any unnecessary complications."

"If they die in the capital, Prince Cheng will definitely investigate the murderer," Bai Yuchen asked. "Xiao Mo, you don't want any rift to form between you and your brother, do you?"

The emperor calmed down. "What you say makes sense," he said. "Can this medicine truly guarantee its effectiveness?"

"Nobody cares about a madman."

The emperor was relieved. "Very well, very well."

On the bed in the side hall, Yin Cheng turned over, completely unaware of how helpless, weak, and pitiful he appeared in the eyes of his husband and brother.