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

Yin Cheng's main strength is his quick apology, but he'll do it again next time, "I was wrong."

Lin Nian knew exactly what men were like—they never learned their lesson.

He wasn't really angry, he just felt really embarrassed.

Even though they were in their own residence, it was really going too far to kiss in broad daylight!

As Lin Nian thought about it, she secretly resolved that she would never tolerate this bad guy again next time.

"What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you cold, baby?" Yin Cheng helped the little beauty brush the snow off her body.

"It's already melted." Lin Nian snorted, pushed the man away, and ran to the windowsill to scoop up a handful of snow.

Yin Cheng smiled and leaned down slightly to cooperate, letting his wife pull on his collar to force-feed him ice.

This little beauty is quite vengeful.

He gently stroked the pretty girl's nose. "Not angry anymore?"

"Hmm..." Lin Nian reluctantly forgave the man.

The two brushed the snow off themselves and sat down around the fireplace to warm themselves.

When winter comes, all things need to rest and recuperate.

Especially during the Lunar New Year, most people, whether royalty or commoners, have a lot of free time.

A few days ago, in order to avoid the He family father and son, Lin Nian hardened her heart and broke up with the man.

He hasn't figured out how to tell the man about the situation involving the father and son in the He family.

But this matter cannot be kept from him forever.

Even if he doesn't say it, Gui Shi will.

Lin Nian sighed softly.

Yin Cheng peeled dried longans for his wife. "What's wrong?"

Lin Nian cupped his face, opened his mouth, and took the sweet, soft flesh of the dried longan into his mouth. He asked with some worry, "Ah Cheng, what if it's the He family father and son..."

"What's wrong?" Yin Cheng warmed up the fruit wine. This wine wasn't intoxicating, and the little beauty could sip a couple of cups.

Lin Nianxin steeled herself, "If they're poisoned, you...you don't need to be angry. They went too far!"

"Poison? What poison?" Yin Cheng knew his little beauty well; she was as kind-hearted as a fairy, and even if she harbored resentment, it would be difficult for her to have the thought of poisoning someone.

Lin Nian pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time before speaking softly, "His Majesty sent someone to poison the He family father and son."

Yin Cheng lowered his eyes, then stood up. "I'll go take a look."

"I, I'll go with you." Lin Nian held onto the man's hand tightly.

Yin Cheng took his hand. "Let's go."

After He Mu was injured by Lin Yunyuan that day, He Wan took him to the clinic.

He had long since spent all his money recklessly, and had no close relatives by his side, so he could only use his gold hairpin to pay for his medical expenses.

He originally planned to go to Prince Cheng's residence to find help, but unexpectedly, he was poisoned by the emperor's secret guards on the way.

At this moment, the father and son were settled in a remote house on the outskirts of Beijing, with only a taciturn middle-aged man serving them.

When Yin Cheng found the father and son, He Mu was lying on the bed, muttering something under his breath, while He Wan was sitting blankly in the courtyard.

Ever since the emperor sent people to settle them here, Gui Shi has been secretly observing the He family father and son so that he can report their situation to Yin Cheng at any time.

Yin Cheng couldn't quite describe his feelings; these two were his master's closest people.

Tianji Manor fell into Hemu's hands and has declined year by year.

The number of disciples gradually decreased from several thousand to several hundred, then to several dozen, then to just a few. The last disciple even tried to persuade Yin Cheng before leaving.

The Tianji Manor of yesteryear is not the same as the Tianji Manor of today.

The current Tianji Manor is more like a wealthy man's residence. He Mu's behavior has no trace of a martial arts master; he is clearly just a rich and decadent gentry.

Later, new disciples did come to join the school, but most of them were good-for-nothings, and even fewer were willing to put in the effort to study martial arts.

When they came to Beijing, the two originally brought a couple hundred servants with them, making quite a grand entrance.

Once they left the North, nobody listened to them anymore.

Officials closer to the northern border would accept the royal decree, while those in more distant prefectures and counties would only accept the royal decree. The royal decree was merely a document of identity for the servants of the royal palace and had no real effect.

Yin Cheng was appointed prefectural magistrate only to facilitate Steward Jingyi's contact with their own people in the northern border.

Therefore, the prefect only made twelve pieces, and somehow He Wan discovered them.

He insisted on going there, thinking it was a royal decree that could represent Yin Cheng's identity.

Over the years, He Mu has been able to do whatever he wants in the Northern Territory, relying on Yin Cheng's status.

Although Tianji Manor had fallen into decline, it still retained the prestige of Prince Cheng, and no one dared to provoke it.

Over time, this gave Hemu the illusion that he was the only one who mattered in the world.

The servants he brought this time consisted of some martial arts experts and a bunch of handsome young men.

These warriors were not particularly skilled in martial arts; they were neither slaves with indentures nor loyal servants, but were driven entirely by money.

So much so that when they encountered bandits, those who could run away did.

Neither the He family father nor their son paid any attention to the servants who had been taken by the bandits, and they fled in a sorry state.

Later, he was fortunate enough to meet someone who was escorting goods, and he was able to successfully reach the capital by following the escort team.

He Mu would never let Yin Cheng see him in such a disheveled state, so he discussed it with He Wan, and He Wan went to Yin Cheng's house to give him a warning, so that he would come to the inn to pick him up in a high-profile manner.

This move was intended to let the world know that He Mu was the teacher of the Ninth Prince Yin Cheng, so as to take advantage of Yin Cheng's influence to intimidate those officials who looked down on him.

Unexpectedly, Yin Cheng got married. He himself disappeared without a trace, and the household listened to his new husband.

He Mu had been left waiting at the inn for so long that he finally asked He Wan to call Lin Nian out to pick him up.

He thought to himself that it was the same for Prince Cheng; as long as people knew he was the Ninth Prince's master, that would be enough.

Unfortunately, his plan failed.

Yin Cheng is not the lone, fierce god of the North; he has an older brother and a husband.

There's always someone to smooth things over for him.

"What kind of poison did they get?" Yin Cheng stood in front of He Wan, but He Wan no longer recognized him.

The effects of the medicine became apparent in just a few days.

Gui Shi said, "This subordinate was unaware, please forgive me, Master."

"Soul-scattering poison will gradually cause the poisoned person to lose their mind and eventually become a madman." The middle-aged man suddenly appeared. "Palace attendant Caiping greets Your Highness Prince Cheng."

A palace servant? Yin Cheng tilted his head to look at him. "Did my brother poison him?"

Cai Ping said, "It's Lord Bai's medicine."

Yin Cheng lowered his eyes.

Caiping said, "Your Highness, please come closer. There are some things I think you should see for yourself."

He opened the door and waited respectfully to the side.

Yin Cheng stepped into the room first, and Lin Nian quickly followed him.

He Mu lay on a dilapidated bed, babbling incoherently, and it was impossible to understand what he was saying.

"Please forgive me, Your Highness," Caiping said. "His Majesty said there's no need to give him anything too good."

"What are you going to show me?"

Cai Ping stepped forward and stood at the head of He Mu's bed. "He Mu, I am Chu Ningyun. I've come to take your life."

Yin Cheng was taken aback.

Chu Ningyun is my master's name.

Upon hearing the name, He Mu went berserk, shouting, "Ning Yun? You're Ning Yun? What are you doing here! The person who killed you was Yin Cheng! Go find him! Go find him!"

He kept backing away, his eyes filled with terror, and he made "hoarse" sounds.

"Don't come any closer! It wasn't me, it wasn't me who killed you."

"Ningyun, I was wrong. I just... I just like you too much. You know, I've always liked you. I like you so much."

He spoke incoherently, as if a person bleeding from all seven orifices appeared before him, as if a vengeful ghost was truly coming to claim his life.

"What did I do wrong!" he suddenly roared in fury. "You deserve to die, Chu Ningyun, you deserve to die!"