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

Yin Cheng put on his inner robe and turned his back to Lin Nian. "I don't know when this rain will stop. Even if I use my lightness skill, it will take me at least half an hour to get back to the capital from here."

He said frankly, "To be honest, I'm worried you'll get sick if you go back like this. There's no water or food here, and waiting for the rain to stop isn't a wise thing to do."

Lin Nian blushed and quickly placed Yin Cheng's undergarment inside her skirt.

"This place is located in the area where Peach Blossom Mountain and Headless Mountain meet, far from any village or shop. However, Prince Yu has a private residence nearby, and he can take you there in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

"Hmm..." Lin Nian gently tugged at Yin Cheng's sleeve, "I'm done."

Yin Cheng then turned around and said, "And after thinking about it, I'll carry you back like this. Although it will ensure that we can avoid being seen, there are spies in your household. If this gets out, it will not be good for your reputation."

"So I plan to have Prince Yu escort you back, which will also silence any gossip."

"Are you dumbfounded? Give me a reaction."

Lin Nian said, "I'll do whatever you say..."

Yin Cheng pinched the little beauty's cheek, "Listen to me, or I'll sell you off later."

The pretty girl said seriously, "You won't."

Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Young Master Lin, haven't you heard the rumors about me? Prince Cheng is cruel, ruthless, and a vicious demon."

"I've heard of it." Lin Nian thought to herself, what kind of fierce god is this? He's not fierce at all.

He smiled and said, "But I know you're a really good person."

Yin Cheng was a little embarrassed by such a straightforward compliment. He reached out and pulled the person into his arms. "Come here, let me hug you."

"You scoundrel," Lin Nian muttered, but still obediently raised her arms and hugged the man's neck.

"Are you cursing me in your heart?" Yin Cheng laughed.

Lin Nian puffed out his cheeks. "No way!" He was a little worried. "What if Prince Yu kicks us out...?"

"Don't worry, he won't," Yin Cheng thought to himself. He would only kick me out.

Yin Cheng lifted the little beauty with one hand, pulled up his outer robe to cover his head, and said, "Hold on tight."

The beautiful young woman pressed herself against him, her fair cheeks flushed ever since she met this man.

The feeling of raindrops on her body was unpleasant, and even though the man was holding her in his arms, Lin Nian felt chilled to the bone.

He buried his head in Yin Cheng's shoulder, his teeth chattering.

Suddenly, Yin Cheng called his name.

"Lin Nian, open your eyes."

Lin Nian's voice trembled slightly, "Have we arrived?"

"Orchids," Yin Cheng said. "Take a look quickly."

Lin Nian lifted the outer robe above her head and saw a green orchid in the mountain stream through the rain, swaying precariously in the wind and rain.

Yin Cheng asked, "Did you see it?"

"It's Green Jade!" Lin Nian exclaimed in delight. "It's of excellent quality, a truly fine orchid."

"You saw it, right?" Yin Cheng pulled his outer robe to cover Lin Nian's head. "You're leaving now."

Lin Nian: "..." She only glanced at it!

Lin Nian leaned on the man's shoulder, belatedly realizing what was happening, and pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Prince Yu lived in a villa on Peach Blossom Mountain for many years. Since his death, he had been detached from worldly affairs, spending his days eating vegetarian food, worshipping Buddha, chanting scriptures, and meditating.

He lived a secluded life, so much so that the nobles in the capital almost forgot that there was such a person in the Yin imperial family.

That day, he had just finished his morning prayers and was preparing to copy some Buddhist scriptures to burn for his ancestors during the sacrificial ceremony.

When Yin Cheng burst into the room, he was dripping wet, which startled the cleaning servants so much that they almost cried out for an assassin.

Fortunately, he visited Prince Yu on the second day after returning to the capital. The servants recognized him and quickly went to the Buddhist hall to invite Prince Yu over.

Upon hearing that Prince Cheng had arrived, Prince Yu hurriedly rushed over, even forgetting to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

"Uncle."

"Cheng'er, how did you end up in such a sorry state? You're completely soaked." Prince Yu was heartbroken and ordered someone to boil water and make ginger soup.

"I'm fine." Just as Yin Cheng was about to explain his purpose, Prince Yu saw the human figure in his arms and seemed to have guessed something, so he quickly stepped forward.

He lifted his outer robe and saw that Yin Cheng was holding a young boy in tattered clothes.

The young man's face was deathly pale, his lips were bloodless, and he looked extremely weak.

Prince Yu was immediately terrified and quickly ordered people to bring thick cotton quilts and light a brazier.

"What are you waiting for? Quickly put him on the bed."

"oh."

"Whose son is this? How dare you..." Prince Yu glared angrily, "You brat, you've actually done such a heinous thing as forcibly taking a son!"

Yin Cheng opened his mouth, "It's a bit difficult to explain, could you help him tidy up first?"

Prince Yu took a deep breath and kicked him. "Go change your clothes too. I'll deal with you when this kid wakes up."

Yin Cheng curled his lip, thinking to himself: See? I told you, he would only chase me away.

Yin Cheng was wearing Prince Yu's old clothes. He had just asked a servant to warm a pot of wine, but before he could even drink it, someone slapped him hard on the back of the head.

Prince Yu angrily retorted, "You still have the mind to drink?"

"Is he alright?"

Prince Yu said angrily, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Yin Cheng took a sip of warm wine. "It's alright."

"Whose young master is he?"

Yin Cheng said, "The young master of the Lin family, Lin Nian."

Prince Yu's vision blurred. "Lin Nian? Could he be the youngest son of that late, valiant General Lin Zhiyuan?"

"You know him?" Yin Cheng asked. "What do you think of him as my king?"

Prince Yu sneered twice, then turned and went back to his room.

"Uncle? Uncle!" Yin Cheng called out twice, only to see Prince Yu walk away without turning his head, slamming the door shut behind him.

Yin Cheng: "..."

This cold-hearted family affection.

Throughout the journey, Yin Cheng channeled his internal energy into Lin Nian. Although he managed to protect her heart meridian, she still caught a chill and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already noon.

"My dear child, you're awake." Prince Yu sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of ginger soup in his hands. He blew on it and said, "It's not too hot anymore. Come and drink some ginger soup to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang." Lin Nian accepted the white porcelain cup with both hands and sipped the wine slowly.

He wanted to ask where the man had gone, but he was also a little embarrassed.

Prince Yu dismissed the servants. "My dear child, tell me, did that brat Yin Cheng bully you? Don't be afraid, I will definitely get justice for you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Nian knew that Wang Jun had misunderstood, and quickly told him the whole story.

Upon hearing this, Prince Yu was immediately enraged. "So it was that scoundrel Yin Shun. Don't worry, I'll have Cheng'er beat him to death later."

Just as he was talking about Yin Cheng, he knocked on the door from the outside.

"Uncle, please let me say a few words to Lin Nian." His usually suave and languid voice sounded pitiful now. "Please."

"..." Prince Yu couldn't bear to look at him and let the person in, utterly speechless.

He said with some concern, "Just say whatever you want to say, don't disturb Xiao Nian's rest."

"I understand," Yin Cheng replied obediently.

When Prince Yu stood up and turned his back to Yin Cheng to leave, Yin Cheng silently imitated his lip movements, shaking his head and behaving in a very childish manner.

Lin Nian: "..."

What is this guy doing with that handsome face of his!

Prince Yu seemed to sense something, turned his head and glared at him before leisurely walking out.