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

When the merchants heard that they were to enter the Prince Yiyang's residence, they all looked puzzled.

Everyone was puzzled: why would the Prince Cheng's Mansion come to the Prince Yiyang's Mansion to collect a debt owed to him?

Unable to contain his curiosity, a silk shop owner asked, "Young man, you just said you were going to pay off the debts owed by Prince Cheng's residence?"

"That's right, that's right." Little Jiu'er urged with a sweet smile, "Let's go in quickly, don't keep my prince waiting."

The group entered the Prince Yiyang's residence amidst their confusion.

After all the merchants from Jingyi and the other shops had arrived, they asked loudly, "Did any of you bring your account books?"

"Yes, yes, we brought it." One of the managers waved the account book in his hand. In the past few months, the accounts of the Prince Cheng's Mansion had reached a hundred taels. If the accounts were not settled soon, his job as manager would be over.

"Do any of you remember what the person who hung the tent looked like? Please come forward and identify him." Mirror-clad gestured to the leading servant. "Let's begin."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood.

This is clearly someone from the Prince Yiyang's residence using the name of the Prince Cheng's residence to run an unauthorized business. The Prince Cheng discovered this and is making such a fuss to punish them.

King Yiyang finally realized what was happening, his back teeth grinding together. That Yin Cheng!

Despite the fierce gaze of the Prince of Yiyang, Yin Cheng nonchalantly picked up his teacup and sipped his tea.

The servants filed in and made their appearance before the merchants.

Half an hour later, the merchant shook his head. "Your Highness, the servant who came to hang up the account is not here."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yiyang snorted coldly, "My dear nephew, you've come to my residence to cause trouble—"

Before he could finish speaking, a servant was grabbed by the guards and thrown into the main hall.

"Your Highness, this man is a servant in the Crown Prince's quarters. His behavior is highly suspicious, and he seems to be planning to escape."

One of the shopkeepers exclaimed, "That's him!"

The servant covered his face, not daring to look up.

Yin Cheng asked considerately, "Uncle, what did you just say?"

The Prince of Yiyang's face turned ashen. "Go and bring that rebellious son to me." He paused, then added, "No need, I will go myself."

He knew in his heart that Yin Cheng's sudden attack today could not have been fabricated out of thin air.

No matter how useless Yin Shun's son is, he is still the legitimate son of Prince Yiyang. He must not be accused of framing Prince Cheng. The most urgent task is to agree with Yin Shun on the same story: this servant... cannot be kept!

Unexpectedly, Yin Cheng preemptively asked, "You all say he came to our door to pay the bill, do you have any proof?"

"We all remember his face."

"Words are no proof," Yin Cheng asked. "Do any of you have any way to prove that what you say is true?"

As everyone stared at each other in bewilderment, Jingyi said:

"Your Highness, since this servant has been impersonating someone from the Prince Cheng's residence and keeping accounts outside, he must have obtained quite a few good things. Let's search his room; we should be able to find some evidence. With both witnesses and physical evidence, we can easily convict this treacherous servant."

Yin Cheng looked at Prince Yiyang, "What does Imperial Uncle think?"

"Hmph." Prince Yiyang turned and left.

After giving a wink to the servant, Lady Liu followed him out.

Jingyi looked at the attendant, "Brother, may I lead the way?"

The servant said, "Come with me."

Upon seeing this, the servant tried to rush out as if he had gone mad, but was kicked to the ground by the guard.

Xiao Jiu'er squatted down and said softly, "If you tell the truth, our prince might spare your life."

The servant was terrified. Upon hearing this, he scrambled to Yin Cheng's feet, pleading, "Your Highness, this was all the young master's idea. It has nothing to do with me!"

Yin Cheng sat in the main seat, raised his foot and hooked his chin, "Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before..."

The owner of Tiannuozhai suddenly widened his eyes and gasped, as if he had discovered some incredible secret. He immediately lowered his head and hid in the crowd to minimize his presence.

The servant was forced to look up and meet Yin Cheng's gaze. In that instant, he remembered the bag of peach blossom pastries he had snatched from the pastry shop.

Prince Cheng...he knew from the very beginning!

Large beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, rendering him unable to utter a single word.

After a while, Jingyi brought a basket of things and placed it in front of everyone.

A sharp-eyed person remarked, "This chalcedony is from my shop!"

"This amber...this amber belongs to my family!"

For a moment, the entire main hall was in an uproar as everyone was identifying their own belongings.

When Xiao Jiu saw Prince Yiyang and Yin Shun arrive, she leaned close to the servant's ear and said, "If you want to live, you know what to do, right?"

After he finished speaking, he stepped back to Yin Cheng's side, as if nothing had happened.

Upon seeing this, the servant immediately grabbed Yin Cheng's leg and said, "Your Highness, it was all the Crown Prince who instructed me to do this. The Crown Prince wants you to lose power in the capital so that he can take revenge for the time you ruined his plans in the palace."

Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow and looked leisurely at the gloomy-faced Prince Yiyang.

Clearly, Prince Yiyang heard every word the servant said.

"Uncle, is what this servant boy is saying true?"

Prince Yiyang immediately retorted, "You audacious and insolent servant! How dare you sow discord in front of your master! It's clear you were greedy for money, yet you try to shift the blame onto your master. How utterly despicable!"

He said indignantly, "Rest assured, my dear nephew, I will not allow such a treacherous servant to distort the truth."

"Then, according to the Emperor's will, how should this unruly servant be dealt with?" Yin Cheng asked.

Prince Yiyang said, "Of course he deserves to die. He has shown contempt for the royal family. How arrogant he is! He must die to vent our anger."

"But this scoundrel claims he did all this under the orders of the young master. Doesn't the young master have anything to say in his defense?"

Yin Shun's lips moved slightly, and he secretly glanced at his father, looking terrified. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "This young master has never given such an order. It was this wicked servant who acted on his own. Your Highness, do not be deceived by the words of this villain."

Before Yin Cheng could speak, the servant shouted, "Your Highness, I am not lying! If Your Highness does not believe me, you can send someone to see for yourself in the prince's room. There is still—"

Before he could finish speaking, Prince Yiyang rushed forward and kicked the servant with such force that the servant coughed up blood.

Yin Cheng gave Xiao Jiu'er a look.

Xiao Jiu'er immediately helped the servant up, "What did you say? What's in the young master's room?"

He brought his ear close to the servant's lips, listening and nodding, "Oh, I see. Okay, I understand."

In an instant, Yin Shun's face turned deathly pale.

Xiao Jiu'er released the servant, leaned close to Yin Cheng's ear, and covered her lips with her hand, "Your Highness..."

After hearing this, Yin Cheng's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became extremely sharp. "Yin Shun, you have a lot of nerve."

Yin Shun's legs trembled, and he actually bent his knees and knelt down.

Prince Yiyang hurriedly pulled the man up, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "What are you doing? Get up right now! Aren't you ashamed enough?"

He suppressed his anger, and his muffled voice sounded to Yin Shun like the whip that had struck him before. His flesh remembered the excruciating pain and could no longer muster the slightest will to resist.

He dared not stand, dared not kneel, and was pulled along by Prince Yiyang, like a walking corpse.