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

Lin Nian felt regretful that Yin Cheng had not yet returned to the manor, as she could not attend her elder brother's wedding with him.

Shen Qingheng's wedding was not held at Jinxiu Garden, but at the old Shen family mansion.

The bridal sedan chair rose and fell in less than half an incense stick's time.

This was also Shen Qingheng's own idea. Originally, Lin Yunyuan planned to circle the city for fun.

Shen Qingheng refused.

He's getting old, long past the age of restlessness, and only wishes for peace and tranquility.

Lin Yunyuan naturally agreed to her husband's request.

At the entrance of the Lin residence, a servant announced the congratulatory gifts with great joy.

"The Purple Maple Pavilion presents you with a Moon Chasing Sword."

"Demon Moon Valley presents a Hundred Poisons Herb."

"The Nebula Inn is giving away one Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill."

The third brother stood at the door with a wide grin on his face, but inwardly he was cursing these savages from the martial arts world.

Is it appropriate to give knives, swords, and poison as wedding gifts?

Did they actually attend the wedding?

I am very worried about the range of friends my older brother makes.

"Presented to the Prince's Mansion: a pair of screens depicting a hundred sons bringing blessings, a pair of vases with polychrome landscape and figure designs, a pair of lacquer-carved cloud-patterned plates, a pair of cloisonné enamel incense burners with elephant-ear handles and lotus scroll designs..."

The servant read a long passage at length, pausing briefly in the middle to drink a pot of water because he was thirsty.

The third brother nodded in satisfaction, hoping that these unruly men of the martial world could learn from this; this was what it meant to send a congratulatory gift.

Seeing his youngest brother get out of the sedan chair, the third brother quickly went forward. He looked around and asked, "Where is that kid?"

Lin Nian said, "Ah Cheng has official business to attend to and can't come today."

The third son asked suspiciously, "He's even been exempted from the morning court session now, how can he still have official duties?"

"Okay, Third Brother, you guard the gate well. I'm going to talk to Little Uncle for a while." Lin Nian quickly slipped away, leaving Third Brother alone at the gate to be tormented by the savages of the Jianghu.

Ye Qingyu was very anxious in the room, worrying about what might happen on the way and what might go wrong at the banquet.

He saw Lin Nian and was overjoyed.

"Nian-ge'er is back?" Ye Qingyu looked behind him. "Why did you come back alone? Where is he?"

"Ah Cheng has something to take care of outside," Lin Nian asked, feigning unhappiness. "Does that mean I'm no longer Daddy's sweetheart if I come back alone?"

Ye Qingyu herself was married to a military general, so she naturally knew that military generals came and went in a hurry. She tapped her young master's forehead.

"You little rascal, how old are you and you're still acting like a baby."

Firecrackers went off outside with a crackling sound. Ye Qingyu was delighted. "The wedding procession must be back."

He asked, "Brother Nian, is my makeup appropriate today?"

"It couldn't be more beautiful." Lin Nian pushed her little father-in-law. "Let's hurry to the wedding hall."

On her wedding day, Lin Nian was filled with shyness, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

For example, how should I avoid men if they ever scratch my butt again?

Or what if there are differences in eating habits?

What should I do if I feel homesick and can't get used to life at the Prince's Mansion?

The whole day passed by in a daze.

Fortunately, he met a very good husband who was willing to indulge him in everything.

So much so that now, whenever he thinks of men, a smile unconsciously appears on his lips.

As the newlyweds bowed to each other, dusk and moonlight overlapped, the last ray of light faded, and the newlyweds were led into the bridal chamber, where the banquet began.

Lin Nian thought to himself, now that he was a married man, he should naturally eat to his heart's content and satisfy his appetite.

Who knew that Wang Zhao and Nangong Cai would be sitting at the same table with him? He couldn't let loose anymore and ate his meal with elegance and restraint.

Wang Zhao, however, was unconcerned with formalities. He grabbed a large chicken leg and started gnawing on it, displaying a chivalrous spirit.

Nangong Cai whispered a reminder, "Xiao Zhao, you're being too rude! People won't like you."

Wang Zhao rolled his eyes. "Who cares if others like it or not? My happiness is the most important thing."

Lin Nian smiled and placed a piece of fried fish on Wang Zhao's plate. "Xiao Zhao is right."

Wang Zhao looked at him as if he had seen something strange, "Is this still our Young Master Lin? How come his personality has changed after getting married?"

"No way." Lin Nian denied it; he only let loose in front of men.

Wang Zhao snorted, "Shouldn't you have said 'One should not speak while eating or sleeping'?"

Lin Nian suppressed a laugh, "Well, we shouldn't talk while eating or sleeping. Let's stop talking and eat."

Nangong Cai also chuckled silently.

After dinner, Lin Nian said goodbye to her good friends and planned to stay at the Lin residence for the night.

After Lin Nian got married, Youfang Garden was carefully maintained by Ye Qingyu, who was hoping that her little brother could come back and stay for one night someday.

Although he knew that when the young man got married, he would often be ridiculed when he returned to his father's house.

He didn't care about any of that. If his little brother was wronged, he could go home whenever he wanted, and no one could stop him.

However, Lin Nian didn't come back because she had been wronged; she simply missed her family.

At first, Ye Qingyu was very worried, "What if Prince Cheng blames me..."

"No, he said that if I miss home, I can come back anytime."

"Originally, it was just a matter of obeying the emperor's orders... I never expected that my Nian-ge'er would actually find such a good husband."

Lin Nian remained silent, looking shy and timid.

At night, Lin Nian returned to her boudoir but couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

So she sat up, lit a candle, and began embroidering.

A moment later, the wind blew open the window, and a dark figure slipped in.

Upon smelling the familiar scent, Lin Nian's tense nerves immediately relaxed.

Yin Cheng tossed the embroidered handkerchief back into the basket. "Doing handicrafts so late? Don't you want to see?"

"You rascal, you've climbed over my wall again."

Yin Cheng laughed and said, "Now I've climbed in openly and honestly, darling."

There's no way around it; having a status makes all the difference.

Lin Nian smiled and hugged the man. "When did you get back?"

"I just got back and saw that no one was home, so I guessed you might stay at your father's house for the night."

Lin Nian smiled and asked, "Have you had dinner? Are you hungry?"

"A little," Yin Cheng said honestly. "I haven't eaten yet, but I ate two dry biscuits on the way."

Lin Nian glared at the man, "You don't even know how to take care of yourself when you're out and about."

Yin Cheng confessed honestly, "I was anxious to come back and see you."

Lin Nian kissed the man's cheek, then let go of him. "I'll go get you some food."

"I'll go with you," Yin Cheng said.

The two sneaked into the kitchen. Lin Nian said, "The chef made a particularly delicious dish today, sweet and sour pork ribs with plums. I'm sure you'll like it."

He found the ingredients in the kitchen, tied on his apron, and prepared to start cooking.

Yin Cheng asked in surprise, "You're going to do it yourself?"

"Yes," Lin Nian said, "I've learned how to cook from the chef. I was planning to make it for you when you got back."

"Thank you, baby."

Lin Nian glared at him and said, "Go start the fire."

Yin Cheng sat happily in front of the stove to start a fire.

Lin Nian wielded a cleaver and chopped the ribs with a "snap, snap" sound, while also cutting the side dishes.

Yin Cheng watched in horror.

"Niannian, I'll handle things like handling knives."

Lin Nian refused, saying, "I can do it, just don't say anything."