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

The four corners of each floor of the high-rise building have upturned eaves, covered with barrel-shaped glazed tiles that gleam like blood in the setting sun.

A string of vermilion lanterns hung under the eaves, and four tortoise-like figures carefully lit them while stepping on the roof.

Beneath the eaves are several large gilded characters, undoubtedly identifying it as Wutong Garden.

Several women dressed in brightly colored clothes stood in front of the two wide doors. It was the madam and several experienced prostitutes soliciting customers, calling out in a seductive voice, "Young master, come in and have a look."

The appearance of Lin Ping and his companions immediately became the focus of everyone's attention, and five or six charming women swayed their hips as they walked over.

Zhu Xiaoji and the others were instantly captivated, staring at the woman with infatuated eyes, their mouths watering uncontrollably.

Approaching Lin Ping was a woman in her forties, whose beautiful face suggested she must have been quite stunning in her prime.

Jiang Yunyu closed his eyes and hid behind Lin Ping, but his legs still couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

This romantic and idyllic place held immense appeal for Jiang Yunyu, a virgin still in the throes of youth.

"Young master, wouldn't you like to come in and have a seat?"

The woman's voice was extremely alluring, even more so than that of a young woman in her late teens.

Lin Ping chuckled and said in a somewhat irreverent tone, "It's time to go in and do it..."

"Don't worry, young master, I, Pan Jinxiang, will definitely find you a suitable girl."

The old woman laughed effeminately, rubbing against Lin Ping incessantly.

Lin Ping was ready to make a big splash, but the other party's name dampened his enthusiasm.

Nima... Pan Jinxiang?

I'm not some powerful official from the East Gate; this is a recipe for disaster for Master Ping.

Lin Ping composed himself and walked through the gate without looking to the side, which drew admiring glances from Zhu Xiaoji and the others.

They all secretly thought: This Lin Ping is indeed a man who has seen the world. He can pass through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single petal on him. Impressive, impressive!

Lin Ping wasn't avoiding getting involved; he was just afraid of being chopped up by Pan Jinxiang's uncle.

After entering the gate and looking around, Lin Ping was filled with emotion.

The hall, which was thirty feet square, was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers. In the center of the first floor was a three-foot-high platform, which was surrounded by sandalwood screens and red gauze curtains.

The stands are surrounded by a dense array of tall benches, enough to accommodate a thousand people.

The second floor has an open center and is surrounded by private rooms, offering the best viewing angle.

The third and fourth floors are densely packed with rooms, with the names of various flowers displayed above the doors and the names of girls hanging on the doorframes, the purpose of which is self-evident.

It's obvious that the lobby on the first floor is for ordinary guests, while the private rooms on the second floor are reserved for wealthy people.

Lin Ping and his ilk were notorious spendthrifts, so they tried to be as high-profile as possible to avoid being looked down upon by others.

Lin Ping glanced around the second floor, pointed to the most luxurious room in the middle, and said, "Let's go there!"

Pan Jinxiang's expression immediately turned sour. She looked at Lin Ping and the others again and said in a low voice, "This top-class private room has already been reserved by Young Master Zhang. Would you like to..."

"No trade!" Lin Ping turned his head and said decisively.

Reserve?

Did you make a reservation by phone?

Master Ping doesn't believe it!

Most likely, the madam was afraid of the other party's status and deliberately bullied these easy targets.

Is Lord Ping an easy target?

If we can't secure this top-tier private room, wouldn't we be bringing shame to the City Lord's Mansion?

Tang Wunao seemed to have thought of something and whispered in Lin Ping's ear, "It's probably the son of the Prefect, Zhang Hongyuan. Let's back off."

The Tang family was, after all, just merchants, not even sons of officials, and dared not directly challenge Zhang Hongyuan.

Xu Jianren also tugged at Lin Ping's clothes, constantly winking and making faces, while Zhu Xiaoji was pale, knowing she couldn't persuade Lin Ping.

Prefect?

Is that impressive?

Zhang Hongyuan was completely subdued by Lin Ping.

Lin Ping glared and said, "I won't back down!"

Pan Jinxiang smiled obsequiously and explained, "The other party is the son of the Prefect, and now a Captain..."

Her voice turned cold towards the end, clearly indicating that Pan Jinxiang was threatening Lin Ping, trying to make him back down.

"A captain? Is that so great? Is he more powerful than my wife? Is he a higher-ranking officer than my father-in-law?"

Lin Ping said with a disdainful look.

Pan Jinxiang was taken aback. She had thought Lin Ping was bluffing, but his firm gaze was undeniable. Moreover, he was followed by two generals with swords, so he must be someone of considerable importance.

"Ignorant madam, our young master is the son-in-law of the city lord's mansion and the husband of the princess. Are you blind?"

Li Mingxuan puffed out his chest and said arrogantly.

Pan Jinxiang immediately broke out in a cold sweat. She dared not offend the son-in-law of the city lord's mansion, but she also could not offend the son of the prefect. She was in a dilemma.

Just then, three young men walked in. Two of them were dressed in scholar's robes and carried sandalwood fans, while the other wore a blue bear-patterned robe. All of them were arrogant and haughty.

It is obvious that the person in the middle is Zhang Hongyuan.

"Young Master Zhang, you've finally arrived."

Upon seeing Zhang Hongyuan, Pan Jinxiang grasped at a straw and hurriedly explained the situation to him.

Zhang Hongyuan was the son of the prefect, a typical privileged young master, and had never encountered an enemy who openly challenged him. Upon hearing this, he was immediately enraged.

However, just as he was about to explode, Lin Ping stepped forward first and said coldly, "Oh, isn't this Zhang Hongyuan, the one I've cuckolded to the point of blazing? If you wanted to make a move, I'd be itching to do it already!"

Zhang Hongyuan was startled by the cold and sinister appearance. Even though he was filled with hatred, he didn't dare to make a move in public.

Tang Wunao and the others were terrified and hurriedly pulled Lin Ping back, even forcing smiles on their faces.

Apart from Zhu Xiaoji, no one knew that Lin Pingzhen dared to challenge Zhang Hongyuan and wouldn't suffer a loss. Only he stood behind and watched quietly.

The scholar-like young man opposite them glanced at Tang Wunao and his companions with disdain. He naturally recognized these notorious spendthrifts and said sarcastically, "With golden bells around their necks, living in grand mansions, and tails held high, are they wolves?"

As dusk fell, the Wutong Garden began to bustle with activity, and many scholars and gentlemen laughed heartily upon hearing this.

This is a blatant insult to those spendthrift sons.

Aren't these wealthy young men, with golden bells around their necks and living in grand courtyards, the ones with them?

The last sentence, "Tail wagging to the sky, is he a wolf or not?", is an insult to these spendthrift sons who, relying on their fathers' money, think they can act arrogantly and are nothing more than dogs.

Tang Wunao and the others blushed and lowered their heads, not wanting to be recognized by others.

Zhu Xiaoji walked slowly to Lin Ping's ear and whispered, "This fellow is named Tian Gou, and he is the registrar of Jiangcheng."

Lin Ping's angry expression immediately turned into laughter. This guy really lives up to his name, a complete simp.

Seeing Lin Ping laughing so hard he was doubled over, the others were somewhat puzzled.

"Simp, simp, never enough of sucking up to others."

Lin Ping muttered softly, which was naturally audible to those around him.

This explanation immediately drew laughter from everyone, who finally understood the deeper meaning behind Tian Gou's words.

Is Lin Ping the kind of person who only makes a fuss about other people's names?

Of course not! Besides names, official titles can also be used to create interesting situations.

“Hey simp, I have a couplet for you too.”

Lin Ping took two steps forward and shouted, "Covered in bristles, confined in a bamboo cage, its mouth burrowing into a dung pit, is it a pig?"