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

Lin Nian, dressed in a plain-colored, wide-sleeved dress with gold thread, twirled around in front of Yin Cheng.

"Is it pretty?"

"It looks good," Yin Cheng said. "Come and have some red bean porridge."

The red bean porridge was warmed to a perfect temperature by the man's internal energy, making it just right for eating.

After Lin Nian finished half a bowl of red bean porridge, Yin Cheng held him and familiarized him with the environment of the Prince Cheng's mansion.

Lin Nian was initially embarrassed. Hugging and cuddling with a man in front of so many servants was really going too far!

He whispered angrily at the man, "It's not like I can't walk, I can't let you carry me forever..."

"I wonder who it was that kept crying and saying it hurt—"

Lin Nian coldly covered the man's mouth and fiercely pulled his arm around her waist.

Hug me if you want! Anyway... anyway, we've already gone through the wedding ceremony, so nobody can say anything about it.

However, his attention was quickly drawn elsewhere.

Next to the main building where Yin Cheng lived was a pond, and a corner of his study was built on the surface of the pond.

Because the location on the water is not large, it doesn't feel damp or heavy; instead, it adds a touch of elegance.

The pond was crystal clear, with a depth of only two or three feet, and lotus flowers were planted all around the shore.

A small pavilion stands in the water, connected by a wooden walkway.

The waterfront was lined with flowers, and a path meandered through the blossoms...

"That's an orchard," Yin Cheng said. "The grapevines were transported from the Northwest; they're said to be a particularly sweet variety."

Loquat trees, pomegranate trees, orange trees...

Lin Nian felt like her eyes were about to blur.

Do you like it or not?

"Mmm!" Lin Nian hugged the man's neck. "My husband is the best."

Yin Cheng looked at the pretty girl with a half-smile.

Lin Nian glanced around furtively, and seeing that no one was around, she mustered up her courage and gave him a loving kiss.

Hua Yue and Xiao Fu leaned against the stone railing in front of the pavilion, gazing at the two people flying around the palace.

Hua Yue rolled her eyes. "What's the difference between this and a peacock spreading its tail feathers, Your Highness?"

Xiao Fu and he each talked to themselves, "Hua Yue, can you fly? Take me flying with you!"

He was extremely envious. "Look at the young master... how happy the king is, with smiles so wide you can't see his eyes. It must be so interesting to see him flying."

Hua Yue said, "I can fly."

"Then what are you waiting for! Hurry up! I'm ready."

Hua Yue continued, "But I can only knock people unconscious and carry them flying, like the prince carrying a child. I can't do that."

Xiao Fu was heartbroken. "Hua Yue, you're so useless."

"What are you doing here?" Xiao Jiu'er suddenly appeared behind the two of them. "Go eat lunch, it's ready."

Hua Yue immediately perked up and stood up, taking Xiao Fu's hand and saying, "Come on, let's go eat."

"Ah, what about the king and the others?" Xiao Fu wanted to say, as he had to serve the king his meal.

Xiao Jiu'er saw through Xiao Fu's thoughts and said, "The prince doesn't need anyone to serve him when he eats. He will take care of himself, so you don't need to worry."

"But……"

Hua Yue said, "Our Prince's Mansion doesn't have that many rules. The Prince said that when he gets old and paralyzed, we can send someone to take care of him and feed him."

"You can't say that in front of Jingyi, or he'll punish you," Xiaojiu said.

Hua Yue stuck out her tongue.

"The servants in the manor have a special place to eat," Xiao Jiu'er said. "Let Hua Yue show you the way, so you can go by yourself in the future."

"Let's eat at the Prince's Palace canteen. Come on, I'll take you there," Huayue said expectantly. "I hope they have braised pork today."

Xiao Fu asked, "What is the Prince's Palace Dining Hall?"

"It's a place to eat; you'll see when you get there."

The two young men walked away.

Xiao Jiu'er cleared her throat. "Your Highness, Your Majesty, it's time for lunch."

Lin Nian couldn't hear clearly because she was far away.

"Is that Xiao Jiu'er? What did he say?"

"Call us for dinner," Yin Cheng said. "If there's anything you want to eat in the future, just tell Xiao Jiu'er. He usually takes care of our daily needs."

Lin Nian nodded, somewhat reluctant to leave, "But we haven't gone to see Nanyuan yet."

"You'll have to live here for the rest of your life, you have plenty of time," Yin Cheng said with a smile.

Lin Nianmei thought to herself with a smug smile, "That makes sense."

You're going to spend your whole life with a man.

Prince Cheng and the Emperor depended on each other for survival. There were no elders in the family, so there was no need for Lin Nian to serve tea.

There were a few relatives of some seniority in the clan, but none of them dared to interfere at the Prince Cheng's residence.

No one dared to set rules for him.

As a result, Lin Nian could sleep in with her husband until she naturally woke up every day, and didn't have to worry about anything other than eating, drinking and having fun.

The man also set up a partitioned room next to his study for him to use as an embroidery room, with a lotus pond right outside the window.

If you get tired, there are lounge chairs on the terrace in front of the waterside pavilion connected to the main building.

Early the next morning, Jingyi, carrying the account books from previous years and the keys to the storeroom, handed over the power of managing the household affairs to her lord.

Yin Cheng originally thought that such a difficult task could be handed over to his subordinates.

The little beauty doesn't have to do anything all day long; she just eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, and is happy all the time.

It was Jingyi who reminded him that if the head of the household could not manage the household affairs, he would be ridiculed.

She couldn't hold her head high in her husband's family, and the same was true when she returned to her father's family.

Yin Cheng then realized the seriousness of the matter and immediately ordered Jingyi to summon all the servants in the mansion.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty, all the servants, household servants, and guards in the manor are here, totaling eight hundred and thirty people."

Jingyi explained the situation in the mansion to Lin Nian in detail, along with the life stories and contracts of each person.

Lin Nian listened attentively and carefully opened the contract.

Although it was his first time managing a household and he had no experience, he still managed to do it in an orderly manner.

Yin Cheng leaned back lazily in the octagonal chair, confidently entrusting all his wealth to the young beauty.

After the young beauty took over all the household chores, Yin Cheng stood up, and his powerful voice, imbued with inner strength, resounded throughout the entire palace.

"From now on, the Prince's Palace will be at the Prince's disposal."

……

On the day of his return visit to his parents' home, Lin Nian looked at the boxes of gifts that were almost as good as his betrothal gifts and suddenly felt a little pressured.

"Husband, aren't these gifts too much?"

"This is nothing," Yin Cheng said, putting his arm around his shoulder. "Our Niannian is worth it."

Lin Nian pursed her lips, but ultimately said nothing.

"Don't worry, your man is rich," Yin Cheng said confidently. "You'll definitely not go hungry."

Although Lin Nian hadn't had time to look at the Wangfu's account books over the years, she could still glean some information from the fragmented details revealed by Hua Yue.

Over the years, most of the profits from the shops and estates under the Prince's name have been sent to the northern border in the name of anonymous wealthy merchants.

Lin Nian thought for a moment that the shops he brought as part of his dowry were all carefully selected by his second brother, and the annual income was not low. At worst, he could use them to secretly subsidize the Prince's Mansion.

Anyway, since the household finances are in his hands, no one knows how much money is in the household accounts.

On the carriage during the homecoming trip, Prince Cheng was busy making unwanted advances towards his wife.

Naturally, he had no idea that in just half an hour's journey, he had gone from being the God of War of the North to a gigolo husband.