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

Yin Cheng asked, "Are you bored?"

Lin Nian shook her head, then nodded.

He hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to say in a low voice, "I want to... do some small business..."

"What kind of business do you do?"

"A dessert shop!" Lin Nian's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again, as if she were trying to convince herself, "But it's never good for my husband to show his face in public."

"I thought something serious had happened. Niannian, I'll support whatever you want to do." Yin Cheng hugged his wife tightly. "Take Huayue with you, don't let anyone bully you."

With her husband's support, Lin Nian felt much more confident.

Based on my second brother's business experience, if you want to start a business, you must first understand the things related to that business.

He made a special trip to the market, where the most common drinks in Caixia City were various kinds of strong liquor and cow and sheep milk.

Because this area is adjacent to grasslands, the most abundant animals are cattle and sheep, resulting in a wide variety of milk and sheep milk products.

There are also many savory pastries, mostly filled with salted egg yolks and minced meat.

There are almost no proper dessert shops.

Wang Zhao found making sweet soup quite interesting, so he temporarily put aside his wandering life and prepared to help Lin Nian set up the sweet soup shop first.

The guys worked through the night to decide on the types of sweet soup:

Milk and red bean paste soup, honey fruit juice, and white fungus sweet soup.

Not knowing the locals' tastes, they initially only selected three kinds of sweet soups, and planned to gradually add more as business improved.

Lin Nian rented a small shop in the bustling city center. The rent wasn't too expensive, and it was close to her home.

Yin Cheng recalled the old milk tea shop and gave Lin Nian suggestions on the interior design.

Lin Nian has always blindly trusted her husband.

When the shop's renovation was finally completed, Lin Nian looked at the smooth marble countertop and immediately fell in love with it.

But he knew in his heart that the decor was far too unconventional, so there was only one possibility...

He secretly asked Yin Cheng if this was something from a past life.

Yin Cheng did not refute.

Lin Nian was a little worried: "What if someone recognizes me...?"

"I'm not afraid of being recognized here; the North is my territory."

Yin Cheng spoke with an arrogant expression.

Lin Nian nudged the man's shoulder. "Then be careful. I'll just make up a story and say it was all his idea."

Yin Cheng was amazed by his wife's cleverness. "Wife," he said, giving her a thumbs up.

"You are this one."

On the day the shop opened, Lin Nian specially reserved the first bowl for Yin Cheng.

Yin Cheng doesn't usually like sweet water, but he didn't want to spoil his wife's business on such a big day, so he forced himself to drink it down.

Lin Nian asked, "How does it taste?"

"As sweet as Niannian."

Lin Nian's eyes crinkled into a smile.

Yin Cheng said, "Sweetie, don't tire yourself out."

"No, it's not," Lin Nian said. "Making sweet soup is very simple."

He patted the man's shoulder with a rather magnanimous air, "I'll take care of you from now on!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Cheng quickly agreed, "Is there really such a good thing?"

Living off a woman is a standard feature of successful men!

"Mmm!" Lin Nian said, "It's more than enough for this young master to support a gigolo!"

Yin Cheng was amused.

Just then, a customer came into the shop, and Lin Nian said, "Husband, you should go to the military camp. You don't need to come with me."

Yin Cheng leaned closer.

Lin Nian glanced around quickly and kissed Yin Cheng on the cheek.

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Since its opening, Xiaotian Gao's dessert shop has been very popular among the people of Caixia City.

This is a military fortress under the jurisdiction of Prince Cheng. Even if some of his peers are jealous, no one dares to cause trouble for him.

Aside from being a bit tired, everything else went quite well.

The happiest time was when I was curled up in bed at night, fiddling with the abacus beads.

Yin Cheng, however, did not think so.

"Honey, we've been in Caixia City for a whole month," Yin Cheng said. "You've spent at least half of that time counting money."

His handsome face practically screamed: You've been neglecting me.

Lin Nian ignored him and counted the money while working on the abacus.

He muttered to himself, "Today's total income was twenty-three taels of silver and three mace and forty-two copper coins. After deducting purchases and wages, there's still..."

He opened the ledger and checked each item against the others.

Sighing at being ignored by his wife, Yin Cheng snatched the abacus and account book from Lin Nian's hands.

"Sweetie, look at me."

"Hey, stop messing around." Lin Nian tried to snatch the account book and abacus back, but the man held them high, making them impossible for him to reach.

He glared at the man angrily, "I'm almost done calculating."

"We'll settle it tomorrow." Yin Cheng casually tossed the account book and abacus off the bed. "Right now, I need you to comfort my wounded heart."

"Bad guy!... Ugh."

As the weather gets hotter, most of the young men have switched from skirts to gauze dresses.

Under the candlelight, the silk gauze on Lin Nian's body produced a kind of iridescent light.

Her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, and the lines it created were incredibly beautiful.

Unfortunately, her husband wasn't interested in the beautiful dress; he was only interested in the pretty girl inside.

The next day, His Highness Prince Cheng, the Grand Marshal of the Army and Navy, was kicked out of bed by his wife again.

Yin Cheng rubbed the spot where he had been kicked and sighed deeply. His wife was kicking people harder now.

In the afternoon, for some reason, thick smoke billowed from the city walls, and the sound of horns echoed throughout the entire Caixia City.

Every household immediately closed their doors and windows, and in no time, the once bustling market became deserted.

Upon hearing the bugle call, Yin Cheng instructed Lin Nian to close the dessert shop and escort the person back to the mansion.

He kissed his wife's earlobe. "Wait for me to come back."

The mournful cry of the bugle never ceased.

Xiao Fu and Wang Zhao were still practicing horse stance in the backyard and didn't take the sound seriously.

Hua Yue immediately ran to the backyard and pulled the two of them back into the house.

He kept the doors and windows tightly shut, his hand resting on the curved sword at his back.

Seeing his tense and wary expression, Lin Nian felt a sense of foreboding.

His voice trembled as he asked, "Did Yan Ru call?"

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

Wang Zhao asked, puzzled, "Why do we need to hide?"

"This is a signal that someone is attacking the city," Huayue said truthfully. "Because we are unsure whether we will win this battle, we need to hide."

Wang Zhao and Xiao Fu were so frightened that they hugged each other.

The brilliant glow of dusk fell upon Caixia City, making the entire town breathtakingly beautiful.

But no one appreciated it, and the whole city was like a ghost town.

She could almost hear the sounds of battle drifting from the battlefield. Lin Nian bit her lip, determined not to let her emotions show even the slightest weakness.

He was worried about the man, and he was also afraid that if he panicked, the other guys would panic too, so he could only pretend to be nonchalant.

As dusk settled, the distant noise subsided, but still no one returned.

The next day, at dawn, Yin Cheng returned.

He was covered in blood, and his once silver-white armor was now so stained that it was unrecognizable.

When he pushed open the door, a ray of morning light shone on him.

"Ah Cheng!"

Lin Nian didn't want to cry, but seeing the man's appearance after just coming out of the battlefield, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.