From childhood, Yan Xiyue firmly believed that crying could solve most problems.

After all, as the only princess of the Great Sheng Dynasty, a princess born with a silver spoon in her mouth, if she cried, countless people would rush to offer her everything she wanted. With absolute power and status, her tears were her best weapon.

But this tactic didn't seem to work very well against Fu Shou'an.

The streets of Changning were deserted at night, the cicadas chirped mournfully, and the atmosphere was rather eerie. The young man walking in front of him was hunched over, his whole body like a taut bowstring ready to be released. His fingertips were tightly gripping the sword at his waist, and his sharp eyes were as alert as a hawk, scanning his surroundings.

As someone from the Dali Temple, he possesses exceptional night vision, allowing him to easily see even in complete darkness.

But the clingy little thing that follows him around isn't so easy to manage.

He heard a soft stumbling sound behind him, followed by a muffled groan, and then the footsteps that had been following him stopped.

Fu Shouan sighed, straightened up, sheathed his sword, and raised his finger to his forehead.

He anxiously turned back, and as expected, the delicate little princess was sitting on the ground clutching her knee, tears welling up in her clear almond-shaped eyes, clearly hurt from the fall.

Fu Shouan felt both heartache and helplessness.

"Oh dear, I already told Your Highness that you shouldn't follow me on night patrols. It's so dark, why don't you go back and get some good sleep instead of sticking to me? Now you've fallen."

Despite saying that, Fu Shouan still stepped forward to rub her sore knee and carefully helped her to her feet.

"Look how dangerous this is! There have been flower thieves roaming the capital recently. I'm out here on a legitimate case, what are you doing here?"

Upon being asked this question, Yan Xiyue choked.

"Who told you to keep ignoring me? When are you finally coming back to the Princess's residence with me? Do you even want to be with me? If you dare to brush me off again, I'll... I'll get my brother to raid your house!!"

Fu Shouan: "..."

Fu Shouan: "No, can your family have any normal traditional customs?"

Why do they raid homes so easily?

It's a headache to admit, but actually Fu Shou'an didn't mean to avoid her at all.

While it was certainly glamorous for him to become the princess's husband, he still wanted to build a career while he was young and didn't want to be a gigolo who just lived off his wife.

Now, after a long and arduous journey, he has finally managed to send Zhan Yinshu, the terrifying promotion demon king who rose four ranks in half a year, to the Ministry of War. He himself is also about to be promoted to the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, soon to be a third-rank official of the imperial court.

Why can't this clingy person wait even a moment longer?

He has no conscience. He just wants her to look better. He can't possibly be inferior to Zhan Wending, that "popular young swordsman" she once admired and respected!

Yes, to this day no one has explained Zhan Wending to him.

In order to surpass this imaginary enemy that didn't even exist, Fu Shou'an worked day and night, opening court and solving cases with great speed, personally handling everything from princely rebellions to theft and recovery.

The moment I open my eyes, I'm on a mission.

After all, he wanted to be a hero in her eyes too...

But what he said made him seem a bit petty, which was rather embarrassing.

He carefully brushed the dust off her dress from the fall, then bent down and gently pinched her face, which was cold from the evening breeze. Fu Shouan coaxed her softly, trying to reason with her.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. It's really dangerous outside lately, and the weather is so cold. Let me take you home first."

"Mind your own business, you big idiot! Go live your life with your womanizing thief!"

She shoved him away with her shoulder, covered her face and limped away, sobbing. The speed at which the girl exploded in anger was so fast that even Fu Shouan was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Oh no, I can't run around like this.

There really are some womanizers out there lately, my little darling!

Fu Shouan felt a surge of anxiety and hurriedly chased after her, winding his way through long streets and alleys. He heard a familiar scream, which terrified him. His heart pounded with fear, and his hand holding the sword trembled as he hastily jumped over the wall, afraid that something had happened to her.

In the darkness, a man with a lewd and listless expression, as thin as a dog, trembled as he raised his hands, cold sweat beading on his face.

A dagger was held across his neck.

Two figures slowly emerged from the shadows. One was Zhan Xinjia, who held a dagger in one hand and a half-eaten apple in the other, and the other was Yan Xiyue, who was hiding behind Zhan Xinjia, looking extremely aggrieved.

Fu Shouan felt somewhat relieved.

"Hey, sister-in-law, what are you doing here?"

Zhan Xinjia took another bite of the apple. "I don't know. I came out as soon as I sensed that A-Yue was in danger."

Fu Shouan initially thought it was just a coincidence, but every time A Yue clung to him and insisted on patrolling with him at night and they unfortunately encountered criminals, this elusive sister-in-law always managed to get there faster than him.

Sometimes her hair was still wet, obviously because she had triggered the passive effect "Protect A-Yue" while washing up before going to bed, and hurriedly put on her clothes without even having time to dry her hair before coming out.

Sometimes she would even be holding a bowl of rice in her hand, and without putting down her chopsticks, she would come out to rescue the damsel in distress.

The most outrageous time was when she rescued someone and didn't say anything for a long time. Fu Shouan took a closer look and, wow, this person was still asleep.

It seems that protecting A-Yue is part of her muscle memory.

Wow, wow, this is true friendship and bond.

Having failed to become a hero even once, Fu Shou'an could only bitterly go to his brother Shen to drink away his sorrows.

"Damn it, your wife's passive ability will definitely appear when A-Yue is in danger. I'm really afraid that when A-Yue and I argue or have a disagreement, your wife will just flash in and give me a big counterattack. How the hell am I supposed to defend against that?"

Anyone who gets punched by Zhan Xinjia knows what happens; once you lie down, you'll never wake up again.

Shen Suqing: "Haha."

Fu Shouan: "Don't be so quick to laugh. A-Yue has recently started to consider persuading your wife to divorce you and then marry her back to the princess's mansion to live with her. In that case, we'll both be clowns."

Shen Suqing: "..."

Shen Suqing: "But then again..."

However, it was precisely because of A-Yue's unlucky constitution that attracted criminals that Fu Shou'an dared not let her follow him anymore. But when it came to reasoning with her, this little princess would not listen.

Fu Shouan packed his bags overnight, making sure he was properly dressed, ready to accept his fate and live off the princess.

During the time that Minister Fu of the Court of Judicial Review and Princess Caixia were preparing for their wedding, many other things happened in the capital.

For example, a merchant surnamed Meng came from Yaozhou City and was later appointed as an imperial merchant.

For example, when Princess Hong became pregnant, Prince Hong was overjoyed. Yan Yuyao's daily routine consisted of showing off her pregnancy all over the streets, or going to the palace to harass and torment her unfortunate nephew who was still being pressured to get married.

However, at this time, Yan Yuyao was unaware that this unfortunate imperial nephew had never considered marrying and having children in his life, and that several years later, he would simply abandon all pretense and make his child with Wanwan the crown prince.

For example, under the care of the old man who had suffered from a rare disease, Yan Wuju's legs gradually improved, and he was occasionally able to stand up and take a few steps.

However, the thing that Prince Yan, who had a terrifyingly gloomy and taciturn face, loved to do most was to drag people around to go night fishing with him in the moat, and they would fish all night long without taking a break.

After being arrested for seven consecutive days, Fu Shouan finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Haha... I really can't make it today, Your Highness. I have to go home to get married today, so I'll be leaving now!"

In any case, despite everyone's efforts, we still managed to make life as miserable as shit.

On his way home, Fu Shou'an hugged his sword and hummed a little tune in a cheerful mood.

In the still of the night, a full moon hung above the western tower, illuminating his path ahead.

Fu Shouan, oh Fu Shouan.

He thought to himself that he was born to both protect the peace of this place and to protect the little moon in his home.