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

Hua Yue skillfully pulled the light bulbs out of the room.

Yin Cheng removed his armor and caught his wife who lunged at him.

He looked tired. "Niannian, I'm dirty."

Lin Niancai didn't care about being dirty or not; she hugged the man's neck and cried even harder.

Yin Cheng assumed his wife was just frightened, so he held her slender waist and gently comforted her, "It's alright now, don't be afraid."

Lin Nian knew that surprise attacks like last night would become a regular occurrence for him in the future.

He felt less fear and more worry and heartache.

His son, Ah Cheng, had always lived in such danger.

"Are you injured?"

Lin Nian's voice still carried a sob, and was somewhat broken.

Yin Cheng shook his head, about to say no, but seeing his wife's restrained sadness, he suddenly couldn't lie to her anymore.

"They're all superficial wounds, and they've already been bandaged."

Lin Nian recalled the first time she saw Yin Cheng covered in scars in the cave, and she felt a little scared.

Now all that's left is heartache.

He then asked carefully, "Has the medicine been applied? I brought a lot of wound medicine from the capital."

"Everything's done, don't worry," Yin Cheng said. "Sweetie, my hands are dirty, wipe your tears yourself."

"You idiot!" Lin Nian wiped her tears with her sleeve and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yin Cheng nodded. "A little."

Lin Nian said, "Then I'll go make some food."

"Just let the cook do it." Yin Cheng took his wife's wrist and gently tapped the faint dark circles under her eyes. "You must have been terrified last night. Go get some sleep."

"I want to cook for my husband myself." Lin Nian pushed Yin Cheng, "Don't worry about me, go change your clothes first, they're covered in blood."

Yin Cheng exclaimed in surprise, "I was dressed in black, how could you still tell?"

Lin Nian said, "The smell of blood is so strong, why bother looking at it? Go back to your bedroom and wait for me, I'll clean you up."

Yin Cheng said "Oh" and obediently listened.

Lin Nian quickly brought a basin of hot water back to the bedroom, wiped Yin Cheng clean, and the water in the basin turned red.

Lin Nian didn't dare to think about what kind of hideous wound was under the gauze; she just felt her eyes sting just looking at it.

The title of "fierce god" is built on blood and tears.

Lin Nian found a set of soft and breathable cotton clothes for Yin Cheng to change into.

Yin Cheng originally wanted to dress himself, but his wife slapped the back of his hand, warning him not to move around.

"Honey, my hand isn't hurt..."

Before Yin Cheng could finish speaking, his wife glared at him fiercely.

He wisely kept quiet.

"There's rice cooking in the pot, I'll go get it," Lin Nian said. "You're not allowed to leave the bedroom, and it's best if you stay in bed and don't move."

"OK!"

I wonder how these words will be distorted when they reach Yin Cheng's ears.

However, just by looking at how quickly he answered, you know that something must be wrong!

Lin Nian served a large bowl of braised mutton rice, topped with a handful of blanched vegetable leaves, and sprinkled with scallions and white sesame seeds, emphasizing a balanced diet.

"Husband, please try some." Lin Nian handed him the chopsticks.

Yin Cheng praised his wife's cooking skills, saying, "Delicious!"

Lin Nian yawned, sat opposite Yin Cheng, and soon fell asleep on the table.

After finishing his meal, Yin Cheng carried his wife back to the bed and slept until dusk.

The other people in the Prince's mansion weren't much better off. They spent the whole night in fear and anxiety, and only when they heard the victory horns in the morning did they relax and slowly fall asleep.

Lin Nian and Xiao Fu hadn't gotten up yet, and since no one was there to comb Hua Yue's hair, he could only go to the kitchen to find food with his messy hair.

Unexpectedly, they bumped into Yin Cheng, who was cooking rice porridge.

Hua Yue asked, "Why is it you? Where's the cook?"

Yin Cheng pointed to the table of dishes in front of him, "Go eat by yourself, don't bother me."

Hua Yue pouted, ran to the table, and divided the food prepared by the cook into several portions.

"I'm going to deliver lunch to Uncle Bai," Huayue said. "Don't steal my food."

"Wait, come back," Yin Cheng asked. "Didn't Brother Bai send a cook over?"

Hua Yue replied, "He didn't want them, he even refused the servants, only keeping two medicine boys." He paused, "So the king asked me to deliver meals to Uncle Bai every day."

"Okay, go ahead."

Hua Yue took a few steps and asked suspiciously, "The cook has already prepared the food, aren't you going to eat?"

Yin Cheng's expression immediately turned extremely ugly, and he managed to utter a few words with difficulty, "As per the doctor's orders."

The injury last night was actually bandaged by Bai Yuchen.

His brother-in-law even brewed a pot of medicinal soup and watched him drink it.

This medicine has many dietary restrictions, which Yin Cheng was too lazy to remember. He had almost forgotten about it, but around noon his brother-in-law sent a young apprentice to give him the medicine.

Then the doctor's orders were repeated.

Yin Cheng sighed and decided to just drink rice porridge for the next two days.

Hua Yue nodded. "I see. I'm leaving now."

Yin Cheng had just finished cooking the rice porridge and was about to leave when he saw Lin Nian walk in.

He grumbled as he sat down next to Yin Cheng, "If you're injured, just rest and recover. Why are you running around like that?"

Yin Cheng kissed his wife's cheek. "It's just a minor injury."

"If you want rice porridge, just tell me. You have a husband, why make it yourself?"

Yin Cheng said seriously, "Niannian, your view is wrong."

Lin Nian tilted her head to look at him.

"There's nothing a husband should or shouldn't do," Yin Cheng said, cupping his wife's face. "You didn't sleep a wink last night, so I want you to get some more sleep. I want to cook for myself, not wait for you to cook for me. I'm not crippled and need you to wait on me all the time. Understand?"

Lin Nian said, "But in every family, the husband has to serve his wife."

"Sweetie, housework is a shared responsibility."

Lin Nian pursed her lips and said softly, "But I just want to cook for you every day..."

"We have a lifetime ahead of us, plenty of opportunities for you to cook, so one or two more meals won't make a difference."

Lin Nian rested her head on Yin Cheng's shoulder, "My husband is so good."

Yin Cheng said, "Niannian, do you see that jujube wood food box?"

Lin Nian nodded. "What's wrong?"

"Hua Yue must have given herself the biggest piece of meat to him to eat."

Lin Nian was immediately at a loss for words, asking, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-three!"

"I think Mingming is only three years old... Wait, Cheng, what was your birthday?"

Yin Cheng said, "The fifth day of the fourth month."

Lin Nian was shocked. "Wasn't that already over?!"

"Yeah, you passed." At this moment, Yin Cheng was unaware that something terrible was about to happen.

Lin Nian pinched his arm. "Why didn't you tell me about something this important?"

On the fifth day of the fourth month, they should have been on their way to the North.

Even if the conditions are tough and you can't celebrate his birthday, you should at least tell him!

Yin Cheng said, "I thought you knew. Didn't it already say so on our wedding couplets?"

After the couple's horoscopes are matched, the red paper used for the engagement is called the Dragon and Phoenix Sticker. It is usually kept by the father and placed at the bottom of the dowry when the couple gets married.

Lin Nian's dowry was so large that he had long forgotten to accept the dragon and phoenix invitations...

Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow, a mischievous urge forming in her mind to tease her husband. "Oh dear, husband, what's wrong? You don't even remember your own husband's birthday?"