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

Yin Cheng had only been back in the capital for two days when various factions in the court began to get restless.

The invitations sent to Prince Cheng's residence were piled up high, but Yin Cheng was too lazy to deal with them, and didn't even bother to glance at them.

It was boring to stay in the mansion, and Lin Nian's aloof and ethereal face kept popping into my mind.

But they are still recovering from their illness. If we were to visit them without being kicked out, it would only be because of the royal family's influence.

These days, young men rarely leave their homes; how can we possibly meet them?

Yin Chengchou.

The head servant of the manor, Jingyi, couldn't stand it anymore. "Your Highness, if you really have nothing to do, go hunting in the Western Hills. Don't stay cooped up in the manor all day. You're not a young master anymore. What's the point of staying in the manor all day?"

Yin Cheng lay on his back on the artificial hill, basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

"Hunting? No fun."

Jingyi added, "Or maybe a poetry gathering or something; there are a lot of events like that in the capital lately."

"A poetry gathering? Me?"

Jingyi recalled her ugly handwriting, which was barely passable as neat, and convinced herself first, "Forget it, Your Highness, you can't even distinguish between tones, so it's better not to embarrass yourself at the poetry gathering."

Yin Cheng had barely had a moment of peace when Jingyi spoke again: "The white jade plates are blooming very brightly lately, Your Highness. Why don't you go and admire the flowers? At this time of year, many young masters go to admire the flowers."

Yin Cheng sat up and stared at Jingyi with suspicion.

Jingyi honestly confessed, "We all want you to find a king as soon as possible."

Upon hearing the name Wang Jun, Yin Cheng couldn't help but think of the beautiful young lady from the Lin family. He asked, "Where is the white jade plate you mentioned?"

Jingyi grinned.

Yin Cheng possessed exceptional lightness skills; from picking a white jade plate to sneaking into the Lin residence and finding Lin Nian's boudoir, it took him less than half an incense stick's time.

Therefore, the white jade plate in his hand, which was larger than his head, was now a vibrant, glistening green.

He barged into someone's boudoir without a word, acting like a lecherous scoundrel.

Yin Cheng hesitated for a few seconds, but quickly convinced himself.

It's just sending flowers; I'll leave right after.

Thinking of this, he mustered his courage and knocked on the window. Lin Nian's servant, Xiao Fu, asked, "Who is it?"

Yin Cheng put down the flower, paused on his toes, and flew onto the roof.

Xiao Fu opened the window and saw a white jade plate placed in front of the coffin. He picked up the flower with some surprise, "Young master, it's a white jade plate!"

Lin Nian didn't even look up, and said indifferently, "Throw it away."

Xiao Fu scratched his head. "But young master, didn't you say you wanted to see the white jade plate? The lord won't let you go out, and now..."

"Throw it away," Lin Nian said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Xiao Fu obediently threw the flowers out, then heard Lin Nian say from inside the house, "Destroy them, don't let anyone find out."

Xiao Fu obediently replied, "I understand."

He smashed the white jade plate to pieces and buried it in the ground before returning to the house to report to Lin Nian, "Young Master, I've taken care of everything."

Hearing the voices inside the house gradually subside, Yin Cheng sighed and left the Lin residence.

The two people inside were completely unaware of all this. Xiao Fu asked, puzzled, "Young master, why did you destroy the flowers?"

Lin Nian put down her book and asked, "Do you know who sent these flowers?"

Xiao Fu shook his head.

Lin Nian then asked, "What if these flowers were a gift from Yin Shun?"

Xiao Fu immediately said, "It should be destroyed! Good riddance! Next time I see a flower appearing out of nowhere like this, I'll destroy it right away!"

"Tell the servants to be extra careful lately, and to prevent anyone from sneaking in."

"Yes." Xiao Fu turned back halfway. "Young Master, should we tell the Lord about this?"

"My father is already troubled enough, don't bother him," Lin Nian said. "Let's not mention my brother for now either. Since this person only sent flowers, he probably won't do anything to me for the time being. Let's observe for a few days, and if we find any unfamiliar flowers tomorrow, then we can talk to him."

"Understood, young master."

When Yin Cheng sneaked into the palace in the middle of the night, he deliberately fought with the emperor's secret guards.

He loosened his shoulders and said, "Brother, your bodyguards are no good. How come they can't even beat me?"

The emperor had just retired for the night when he heard this, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He got up and dressed. "You've come to see me in the middle of the night; you'd better have something important to say."

Yin Cheng jokingly pushed him back onto the dragon bed, "We haven't had a private chat in ages, I'll sleep here tonight."

The emperor was speechless. "Are you a young man? Why are you whispering to your older brother?"

Yin Cheng didn't notice the fleeting unease on the emperor's face, acting as if he were at home. "Xiao Anzi, go find me a set of sleeping clothes."

emperor:"……"

"Brother, why are you so stiff?" Yin Cheng said. "We've slept in the same bed before, haven't we?"

"How old were you then, and how old are you now?" The emperor wanted to kick him. He was so reckless, and who knew what he had learned on the frontier.

Yin Cheng changed into his nightgown and rolled to the corner of the dragon bed. "I don't take up much of your space. Look at how stingy you are, and you call yourself the ruler of a country?"

"You're filthy, stay away from me."

"Don't worry, I showered before I came, I'm spotless," Yin Cheng said. "Brother, I really have something to tell you in private."

"Speak."

Yin Cheng was a little embarrassed, "Hehe."

The emperor barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Don't make me kick you."

"I want to ask you how you used to pursue guys," Yin Cheng said. "I'm trying to pursue Lin Nian."

"Appearance? Figure?"

Yin Cheng said, "I love it so much."

emperor:"……"

When Yin Cheng was kicked out of the palace, he was still indignant. "You still haven't told me how you used to pursue that young man!"

There was no sound from inside the door.

Yin Cheng said pitifully, "Brother, I'm cold."

"..." After a while, a low, angry roar came from inside the palace, "Get in here."

Yin Cheng immediately changed his expression and went inside with a grin.

The emperor cleared his throat. "When pursuing a young man, one must be sincere."

"and then?"

"...That's all."

"this one?"

"That's it!" the emperor said dryly. "Shut up and go to sleep."

Yin Cheng reluctantly shut his mouth.

The next morning, when Yin Cheng woke up, the emperor had already gone to court. He ate breakfast in the imperial kitchen before leisurely heading back home.

It seems that his brother is unreliable as well. Yin Cheng was melancholy and saddened, his steps heavy.

The morning market is already open, and everywhere is filled with the lively atmosphere and strong aromas.

Yin Cheng was racking his brains trying to figure out how to win over his wife when he suddenly smelled the aroma of noodles and snacks and had a sudden inspiration.

Young men love sweet cakes and candied fruits, and this young master Lin might like them too!

He casually grabbed a vendor selling candied hawthorns and asked, "Brother, which shop has the best pastries?"

The vendor selling candied hawthorns was very enthusiastic and talkative. "Are you buying this for your husband?"

Yin Cheng nodded. "How did you know?"

"Hehe, my husband really loves these sweet and cloying things." The candied hawthorn vendor pointed to a shop and said, "That Sweet Glutinous Rice Shop is a century-old establishment; all the young men there love it."

"Thanks." Yin Cheng tossed him a silver coin and walked toward the pastry shop.