Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Lin Ping's greatest advantage is that he's handsome!

This was almost universally acknowledged throughout Jiangcheng, but Jiang Xiuwen specifically asked about skills, not appearance.

"...This..." The city lord was speechless for a moment, his brows furrowed, and he racked his brains for some positive words.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Brother, that's not fair of you. Asking me to praise a spendthrift is asking too much of you!"

"He knows how to spend money, that's right, Lin Ping knows how to spend money!"

Lord Jiang nodded and answered with absolute certainty.

The city lord wasn't lying about this; Lin Ping really does know how to spend money. Otherwise, how could he be labeled a spendthrift?

"Haha..." Jiang Yunyu, who had been looking serious, couldn't help but burst into laughter. Even he felt that the city lord's words were a bit far-fetched.

Jiang Xiuwen was furious! But he couldn't vent his anger on City Lord Jiang in public, so he could only glare at Jiang Yunyu, who was laughing.

The chubby boy immediately wilted, his smile abruptly stopping unnaturally. He simply kept grinning, but his laughter turned into a sob: "My elder sister has suffered so much, she actually married a spendthrift!"

The crying was always effective. Jiang Yunying felt a warmth in her heart. With her younger brother's concern, what did it matter if she suffered a great injustice?

"Uncle, please don't blame your younger brother. Yunying will have no objection no matter who she marries."

Jiang Yunying's words were full of heroic spirit, which was also why Jiang Xiuwen liked this niece.

This is a simple food chain: Jiang Yunyu is afraid of Jiang Xiuwen, Jiang Xiuwen is afraid of Jiang Yunying, and Jiang Yunying is afraid of Jiang Yunyu. It's a complete and interconnected chain with no blind spots.

The city lord suddenly sighed and slowly explained, "Brother understands as well. The imperial court is eyeing us covetously, and the city lord's mansion is weak. If we don't find someone to break the deadlock, the situation may be dangerous."

"Then we shouldn't have chosen a spendthrift to break the deadlock. Jiangcheng has so many talented young people; any one of them would be better than this spendthrift!"

Jiang Xiuwen retorted angrily, expressing his deep concern for his niece.

Even if she were to get married, she would have to marry someone with exceptional martial arts skills.

"Not necessarily. Lin Ping may not have any other skills, but he is a master at squandering money. As long as he spends money lavishly, no one will think that the city lord's mansion is short of funds."

Jiang Xiuwu explained with a serious expression that this was the reason he insisted on capturing Lin Ping.

Why has the City Lord's Mansion been able to stand for two hundred years? It's not only because of its ten thousand private soldiers, but also because of its vast amounts of silver.

Now that the king intends to reclaim the fiefdom, the city lord's mansion is weak and under the watchful eyes of countless people. Once it loses even the ability to spend money, people will surely speculate that the city lord's mansion has exhausted its financial resources, thus accelerating the king's pace of reclaiming the fiefdom.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Lin Ping became the son-in-law of the city lord's mansion.

First, he has no ambition; second, he is good-looking; and third, he can spend money.

"Anyone can spend money, even a fool!"

Jiang Xiuwen retorted sternly.

He wanted a promising young nephew-in-law who could pretend to be a spendthrift, not a real spendthrift.

Can a fool really spend money like that? Probably not!

The city lord turned to the young master, his gaze suddenly sharpening, and said coldly, "Yu'er, if I were to give you a thousand taels of silver, how would you spend it?"

Jiang Yunyu was on the verge of tears. What kind of father was this? His uncle said even a fool could spend the money, yet he directly asked him—that's no different from being a fool! He's ruining his son's life!

Did Jiang Yunyu have a choice? We dared not remain silent, nor did we dare to refute him!

Moreover, the thousand taels of silver really spurred Jiang Yunyu on.

"One thousand taels!" Jiang Yunyu's eyes widened, and he was almost drooling.

Although Jiang Yunyu was the heir of the city lord's mansion and had a noble status, eating delicacies and wearing fine silks every day, he didn't have much pocket money. This thousand taels of silver was a huge sum of money!

Jiang Yunyu racked his brains for a moment, then sat up straight, cleared his throat, and solemnly replied, "First, buy Xiao Hui a carved jade hairpin—no, no, I should buy two. Yes, that's right, two. Then, buy Xiao Lan a bright green wide-sleeved silk dress..."

Jiang Yunyu became more and more flustered as he spoke. He had already used up all the fingers on his two hands and simply couldn't spend all of the thousand taels!

"besides……"

"enough!"

Jiang Xiuwu was furious; he was utterly disappointed in his son.

Jiang Yunyu was so frightened that he shuddered and obediently shut his mouth.

"Big brother saw it too, a fool won't spend money!"

The city lord replied with a grin, seemingly feeling a sense of accomplishment.

“You can’t compare a fool to Yu’er,” Jiang Xiuwen argued.

This sounds a bit awkward; it seems like the order is reversed!

Jiang Yunyu was on high alert, and he might just become the two of them's punching bag.

This happened frequently. When the two argued to the point of no return, it often ended with the prince being beaten. So what if you're a junior and get beaten? Anyway, you have a lot of fat, so you can take a beating!

“Father, Uncle, please don’t let a spendthrift son ruin our harmony. Whether or not my City Lord’s Mansion has this son-in-law is irrelevant. Yunying will definitely assist my younger brother for the rest of her life.” Jiang Yunying stood up straight, like an unyielding pine tree.

Upon hearing this, the city lord's heart tightened.

The reason he was so anxious to find a husband for Jiang Yunying was that she had reached marriageable age, and if she didn't get married soon, she would be targeted by the imperial court.

The emperor might even bestow a marriage upon her.

Logically speaking, Jiang Yunying should have found someone she likes and married at this age.

Unfortunately, the crown prince is useless, while Jiang Yunying is too capable.

The entire City Lord's Mansion now relies on Jiang Yunying for support. Once she marries out, the City Lord's Mansion's strength will definitely be greatly reduced.

Therefore, the city lord could only find her a husband who would marry into her family.

As for why he chose a spendthrift son, in addition to the reasons mentioned above, it was also because Jiang Xiuwu had a compassionate heart.

He knew that Jiang Yunying would not develop feelings for a son-in-law who married into the family, and that such a son-in-law would inevitably be buried in obscurity for the rest of his life.

He didn't want the young talent to be treated this way, but Lin Ping didn't care, considering it as him getting rid of a spendthrift for Jiangcheng.

"Look at my Yunying, not only is she heroic and spirited, but she is also well-educated and reasonable, just like that..."

Jiang Xiuwen racked his brains for the few positive words he could think of, but in the end, he couldn't find a suitable metaphor.

"Master, mistress, the son-in-law has arrived." Just then, Xiao Hui knocked on the lattice door.

It was the city lord's idea to invite Lin Ping to have morning tea, so he should be allowed to come in.

The moment the lattice door was pushed open, everyone was stunned.

It wasn't because Lin Ping was handsome, but because his waist was bent at almost a 90-degree angle.

"Your son-in-law greets the city lord... no, I greet my handsome, dashing, majestic, and benevolent father-in-law!"

"Greetings to my mother-in-law, whose beauty, grace, and charm surpass even those of a young woman in her late twenties!"

Lin Ping knelt on the ground, kowtowing respectfully, his fawning smile almost falling to the ground.