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

Lin Nian asked sweetly, "Am I the only one?"

"It's just you."

Lin Nian said, "Then... just call me that."

"You can only call me that in private," Yin Cheng said. "Sweetie, there are some things you can't say out loud."

Why?

Yin Cheng said, "I'm not sure if I'm the only one in this world. If I meet someone like me, I have to hide."

"Sweetie, you might not understand what I'm saying."

"Because I can't be sure whether he's good or bad, friend or foe, I can't expose myself."

Although Lin Nian was still confused, he nodded blankly, "Okay, I understand."

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, then became a little embarrassed, "Then, then call me Yuzhi."

His ears turned bright red. "It's my childhood name, taken from... from the meaning of 'golden branch and jade leaf.' My stepfather said 'golden branch' was too common, so I called it 'jade branch.'"

This nickname was so shameful that after Lin Nian became sensible, she forbade her family from calling her that.

"Yamazhi."

Yin Cheng suddenly hugged Lin Nian tightly and whispered in an extremely low voice, "My name is Le Haochuan, Nian Nian. My name in my past life was Le Haochuan."

Lin Nian's eyes widened suddenly; he had heard it clearly.

Yin Cheng released him. "Now, you know all my secrets."

Lin Nian acted as if she hadn't heard anything, asked nothing, and took the man's hand, "Husband, let's go, let's go to worship the Flower Goddess."

As I stepped out of the alley, pedestrians began to appear around me.

When we arrived at the Temple of the Flower Goddess, the area was already quite lively.

Among the crowd worshipping the Flower Goddess, the most high-profile were undoubtedly the Cheng Wang couple.

Huayue and Xiaofu are dressed festively today, each with a bright red silk flower in their hair.

Right now, she's standing obediently behind Mr. and Mrs. Cheng, looking incredibly well-behaved.

At this time, the Flower Goddess Temple was guarded by government soldiers, and the common people could not enter; they could only look at it from the outside.

Yin Cheng stood outside the crowd with his wife in his hand, and he immediately spotted the two children in colorful clothes in the Flower Goddess Temple.

"This chubby little guy actually looks quite good today."

Lin Nian saw it too, and he thought to himself with mixed feelings, wondering if these two kids had been with their husbands for too long and had picked up their aesthetic sense as well.

A bright red top, an indigo hem, and a grass-green shawl.

Crucially, they all wore a large red silk flower on their heads.

"...Yes, it is quite festive."

Lin Nian finally understood why the man could give her so many ugly headdresses without batting an eye—because he genuinely thought they were beautiful.

Soon, after paying their respects to the Flower Goddess, the King and his wife left hand in hand.

The crowd whispered among themselves.

A man standing next to Yin Cheng said, "Wasn't it said that Young Master Lin was forced to marry Prince Cheng? It doesn't seem like it to me."

His other husband, who was traveling with him, said, "Hey, these things between high-ranking families aren't so easy to explain. Even if Young Master Lin was forced, would he dare to say it? That's His Highness Prince Cheng, after all."

"Aren't they quite affectionate..."

"Are you stupid? You're definitely faking it."

This was the first time Lin Nian had heard gossip about himself so closely. He stepped forward with a smile and said, "Hello, brothers."

He had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes crinkled when he smiled; they were bright and kind.

The husband carrying the basket asked, "Young man, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lin Nian asked, "I just heard my two older brothers mention His Highness Prince Cheng..." He smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "I come from the countryside and have never heard of His Highness Prince Cheng before."

"So you've come to hear some secrets." The husband, whose head was wrapped in a blue cloth, said, "Young man, you've come to the right person. There's nothing about these high-ranking families that I don't know."

Lin Nian asked, "Why do you say that Young Master Lin was forced to marry Prince Cheng?"

Yin Cheng: "..."

The husband carrying the basket asked, "Young man, have you heard of Prince Cheng?"

Lin Nian shook her head. "All I know is that he is the emperor's brother."

The husband, whose head was wrapped in a blue cloth, said, "This King Cheng is a notorious and fierce god in the North."

Lin Nian was puzzled. "Why do you call him a fierce god? I just saw him, and he didn't seem fierce at all."

The two husbands were quite enthusiastic, and they started talking back and forth.

"It is said that this Prince Cheng once fought a battle in which he killed a total of ten thousand people."

"I heard it was a massacre of the city."

"Yes, yes, it was a massacre. I heard they didn't even spare the old, weak, men, and children in the city; they killed them all."

"Think about it, what else could a person like that be but a demon?"

Lin Nian thought unhappily, "I've heard all sorts of rumors and gossip. No wonder men have such a bad reputation."

He didn't show it on his face, and asked, "So that's how it is. But why did you say that Young Master Lin was forced to marry him? I just glanced at Prince Cheng, and he seemed very happy..."

Lin Nian blushed slightly as she said this.

Fortunately, he is now Yuzhi, not Prince Cheng.

The husband, whose head was wrapped in a blue cloth, said, "You don't understand. Young Master Lin is such a gentle and refined lady from a good family. She usually just reads poetry and classical texts. She has never seen such a fierce person, always brandishing knives and sticks."

"Leaving aside Young Master Lin, which ordinary young man would dare to marry a man who has killed so many people?"

"But Prince Cheng's status is so noble. Even if Young Master Lin doesn't want to marry him, she can't fight city hall. Who dares to disobey the royal order? Don't you think so?"

Lin Nian suddenly realized, "Brother is right."

The husband, carrying a basket, nudged the person next to him, "Prince Cheng has left, let's hurry inside, or we'll miss the first round of incense offerings."

"Oh, right, right, right." The husband with a blue cloth wrapped around his head said, "Young man, if you'd like to hear more, you can go to a teahouse called Fangcao in the east of the city. The storyteller there often tells stories about Prince Cheng."

"Yes, thank you both, brothers."

As soon as her two husbands left, Lin Nian put her hands on her hips in anger and said, "Husbands, let's go."

Yin Cheng asked, "Where are we going?"

"Fangcao Teahouse!" Lin Nian gritted her teeth. "I want to see what kind of storyteller is ruining my man's reputation like this."

Yin Cheng raised an eyebrow, "Baby..."

"What are you doing!" Lin Nian asked gruffly.

"Not squatting for Yin Shun anymore?"

Lin Nian said, "Gui Shi and the others will handle it!" He pulled the man along and headed towards the east of the city. "Let's go to the teahouse first!"

"My precious Yuzhi."

"What's wrong now!"

Yin Cheng asked, "What if what they say is true? I would really massacre the city, killing all the old, weak, women, and children—cough, men and children."

"I don't believe it," Lin Nian said. "I know my own husband perfectly well."

Yin Cheng's smile never faded. "My precious Yuzhi."

"You're not allowed to talk now, I'm angry!" Lin Nian pulled him to a secluded spot. "Hurry up, let's fly there."