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

"Beat him up, he's the one who scared my brother so much he peed his pants."

After Lin Xiaomei appeared, Lin Ping felt emboldened and shrugged as he crawled out from behind the lattice door.

Lin Xiaomei felt helpless when Lin Ping openly admitted that he had wet his pants from fear. She turned her head away, suddenly deciding she didn't want to talk to him anymore, and glared at the man in black.

Although Lin Xiaomei was rather thin, the man in black showed a hint of fear. He considered himself to be quite skilled in martial arts, yet he couldn't sense any movement from her.

The gentle moonlight, like fine gauze, softly fell, draping the tense standoff scene in a gentle and mysterious veil.

Lin Xiaomei's face appeared even colder under the moonlight, and her eyes seemed to be able to see into the deepest fears of people's hearts. Even Lin Ping, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but tremble, as if every bit of coldness in the air came from the inviolable aura emanating from her.

The man in black had been trying to hide under the cover of night, but now his breathing became rapid and heavy, as if he were being forced by an invisible pressure.

Finally, his rational defenses crumbled. He could no longer hold back. He gripped his short sword tightly with both hands and began to swing it wildly like a trapped beast. Each strike was filled with despair and resentment, yet it also seemed so powerless and blind.

Lin Xiaomei moved with a light and graceful figure, like a fairy under the moon. Facing the men in black's frenzied attacks, she not only did not panic, but became even more calm and composed.

With a light touch of her toes, she seemed to blend into the night, her figure instantly spinning in several graceful arcs. Each spin was accompanied by the sharp sound of a longsword slicing through the air, its cold light flashing, sending chills down one's spine.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

With incredible speed and precision, Lin Xiaomei's longsword deftly deflected the short sword from the man in black's hand, sending it flying. Then, the tip of the sword lightly grazed his forearm, leaving a gruesome gash. The man in black instantly contorted in pain, gritting his teeth, but could only watch helplessly as Lin Xiaomei's cold and resolute figure disappeared into the distance.

Lin Xiaomei was already showing mercy by not cutting off his two arms, considering how dare he scare Lin Ping so much that he wet his pants.

"There's one more!" Lin Ping rushed out of the room, afraid that the other man in black would escape.

Lin Ping was amused when he went outside. He saw the man in black staggering and swaying as he bumped into the door frame, muttering "Give me your life."

Clearly, this man had been knocked unconscious by his own incense. Now, he was delirious and even taking care of himself was a problem. He had no chance of assassinating Lin Ping.

Lin Ping kicked the two gang leaders hard in the buttocks twice. The two men opened their eyes in a daze, and without saying a word, they drew their swords and were about to kill each other, but their panicked appearance was somewhat comical.

"Useless trash! If it were just the two of you, Master Ping would have been killed long ago!"

Lin Ping said irritably, suddenly feeling that these two gang leaders were a bit incompetent.

Feeling embarrassed, the two changed the subject and focused their attention on the two men in black.

"Speak, who sent you, and what is your purpose?"

The two men pressed their swords against the man in black's throat and asked him menacingly.

Lin Ping really wanted to curse at this childish interrogation method. If he could get anything useful out of them, he would change his surname to that of the city lord.

As expected, the two men in black stretched their necks out, looking as if they were ready to die.

Perhaps it was the leader's fierce expression, or perhaps the men in black were too cowardly, but one of them actually spoke up.

But instead of confessing truthfully, he became even more arrogant, saying, "You have no right to kill me; you must hand me over to the Prefect of Jiangcheng for interrogation."

As expected, it was someone sent by that bastard Zhang Hongyuan. A shadow crossed Lin Ping's eyes.

“I may be a spendthrift, but I’m not stupid. You guys are so close to Zhang Hongyuan, you’re practically inseparable. Do you think I’d hand you over to the prefect?”

Lin Ping felt his intelligence had been insulted, and after slapping him a few times, he felt great satisfaction.

Lin Ping used all his strength in those slaps, leaving the two men in black with bruises and broken teeth. They stammered, "You...you're bullying us!"

Lin Ping was stunned. Was this something an assassin should say?

The moment you came to assassinate him, you should have been prepared to be killed. Now, Lin Ping only slapped you twice, and you're already crying and wailing.

If Lin Ping continues fighting, the assassin might reveal the mastermind.

But even if the assassin hadn't said anything, Lin Ping already knew who the mastermind was.

It would be better if the other party said it directly. With Lin Ping's current abilities, he has no way to retaliate. Doing so would only make the enemy look down on him.

"Take these two back tonight. Remember, keep them in separate cells. No one is allowed to interrogate them without my orders."

Lin Ping said sternly.

The two gang leaders, who originally disobeyed Lin Ping's orders, felt guilty today, since they had almost caused Lin Ping's death. So they reluctantly tied up the man in black and took him to the city lord's mansion under the cover of night.

As for Lin Ping's safety... it seems they are of no use to him.

"Good job, I'll reward you with half a chicken leg next time." Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction at Lin Xiaomei's performance.

Half a chicken leg? Lin Xiaomei was overjoyed. She had never eaten a chicken leg before and didn't even dare to accept it. She shook her head and said, "Half a chicken foot will do."

Lin Ping was speechless at Lin Xiaomei's request.

He truly felt guilty towards his younger sister all these years.

Although the two grew up under the same roof, they lived in completely different worlds.

After his moment of triumph, Lin Ping clutched his stomach, squeezed his legs together, and gave an awkward laugh. "Can I go to the outhouse with you now, brother?"

……

Lin Xiaomei was speechless, realizing that Lin Ping hadn't lied before.

He had already been so frightened when the assassin first appeared that he had a physical reaction, so it is truly remarkable that he has been able to hold on until now.

After urinating, Lin Ping was full of energy again.

The beds in the Lin residence were not as grand as those in the city lord's mansion, and the cotton quilts were not as smooth as silk quilts. Lin Ping still did some shameful things, which seemed to have become a habit.

You can't blame him for that; the stern-faced princess was so ugly that she couldn't arouse his interest at all.

Lin Ping slept soundly that night. Firstly, he guessed that Zhang Hongyuan wouldn't send another assassin immediately, and secondly, he believed in Lin Xiaomei's terrifying strength.

Lin Ping even secretly compared his younger sister, Lin Xiaomei, with Jiang Yunying, wondering if his sister might be stronger.

He really wanted to have Lin Xiaomei compete with the Iron-Faced Princess.

If Lin Xiaomei can defeat the Iron-Faced Princess, he will have her work as his personal bodyguard at the City Lord's Mansion.

In this way, Lin Ping would no longer have to suffer from the Iron-Faced Princess's bullying.

Early the next morning.

Li Mingxuan and the others waited respectfully outside the door, their eyes gleaming, clearly not fulfilling their duties as doormen.

That's right, they slept on duty!

Lin Ping wasn't the kind of capitalist who liked to exploit workers. He was quite lenient with his servants. After breakfast, he led everyone away from the Lin residence.

Lin Ping stayed overnight mainly to capture the assassin. Once he returned to the city lord's mansion, the assassin would have no way to make a move.

Now that the assassin has been captured, Lin Ping has no choice but to embark on his extravagant spending spree.

The Lin couple cried and screamed, almost managing to tie Lin Ping up, but were finally subdued by a sharp look from the other party.

Although Lin Xiaomei was a master, she obeyed her brother's every command without question and dared not utter a single defiant word.

Before leaving, Lin Ping repeatedly instructed Lin Xiaomei to protect their parents at all times and not to let them leave the mansion easily.

Lin Ping offended the prefect's son and left without a care in the world, but Lin Fugui and his wife had nowhere to go. If the other party wanted to retaliate, it would be a real problem. Fortunately, Lin Xiaomei's strength put Lin Ping at ease and relieved him of his worries.

“My son, go without worry. If you ever want to come back, I will go to the widow Wang next door to propose marriage.”

Lin Fugui patted his chest and gave his assurance.

Lin Ping muttered to himself: I am, after all, the most handsome man in Jiangcheng. Do you, as his father, really want your son to marry a widow?

In fact, Lin Fugui also wanted to find a beautiful and wonderful wife for Lin Ping.

But Lin Ping's reputation as a spendthrift was known throughout the entire Jiangzhou city.

Over the years, Lin Fugui had searched for matchmakers all over the city, but as soon as they heard that he was arranging a marriage for Lin Ping, they all shook their heads.

No one wants to marry their daughter to a spendthrift.

That's why when Lin Ping brought Su Lianlian home, Lin Fugui and his wife almost laughed themselves silly.

Unfortunately, Su Lianlian was a gold digger who swindled the Lin family out of all their money and then disappeared.

Left with no other choice, Lin Fugui had to settle for second best and thought of finding a widow to be his wife.

Anyway, any woman who can have children is fine.

"Old man, with the Lin family's city in such a dilapidated state, what's the point of me even going back!"

Lin Ping left, grumbling and cursing.

Lin Fugui and his wife wanted to go out to see Lin Ping off, but Lin Xiaomei blocked them at the door and drew her sword, saying, "My brother ordered that you are not allowed to leave the Lin residence!"

Lin Ping, who had already walked away, almost burst out laughing at these words. This younger sister was truly exceptional.

He now understood something: the reason Lin Xiaomei was bullied since childhood was not because her parents treated her differently, but because she listened to Lin Ping from the bottom of her heart.

In her heart, Lin Ping was number one, and even her parents had to take a backseat.

"Young master, we should go buy soapberries."

Li Mingxuan bowed and smiled obsequiously, as if to remind Lin Ping that buying soapberries was the most important thing.

"Buying soapberries?"

Lin Ping slapped his forehead, realizing he still had important things to do.

But then I thought, if he started doing something worthwhile, would he be able to shed the label of a spendthrift?

That won't do; he has to keep his hat on.

Lin Ping suddenly kicked Li Mingxuan three meters away, and said sternly, "You dog! Do I need you to tell me where I'm going?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the son-in-law is right."

Li Mingxuan felt wronged, but he still brushed the footprints off his buttocks with both hands, revealed a set of big white teeth, and asked with a smile, "Where does the young master want to go?"

Lin Ping pondered for a moment, pursed his lips, and said in a serious tone, "To the gambling den..."