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

After receiving the heavy leather whip, Lin Ping felt a sense of reverence. His expression became serious, as if he had been entrusted with a critical mission.

But why was Lin Ping taking this so seriously?

The reason is simple: if this whip can even be used on the young master, then he'll be able to walk around the city lord's mansion with impunity from now on.

This is like an imperial sword.

Lin Ping nodded vigorously and said, "Father, rest assured, I will carry this whip with me at all times and make sure it is effective every day."

Jiang Yunyu's eyes widened, sweat dripping down his back. He muttered to himself, "Lin Ping, you're not being fair. I'm covering for you, and you're thinking of beating me every day."

The city lord was speechless and even regretted handing the whip to Lin Ping, knowing full well how this guy would act arrogantly and domineeringly in the future.

After the handover ceremony, Lin Ping took a few steps toward Jiang Yunyu, holding a whip, and said with a malicious smile, "From now on, young master, you'd better study hard, or this whip won't hold back."

Before this, the city lord did often discipline Jiang Yunyu, but there was always a limit, for example, he stipulated that he would be beaten once every three days.

Lin Ping, on the other hand, has absolutely no moral compass and would probably resort to violence if he was in a bad mood.

Lin Ping, you son of a bitch...

The chubby boy thought to himself, but he had to put on a bright, chrysanthemum-like smile.

Your chrysanthemum is too oily, Master Ping doesn't like it...

Lin Ping turned his head away and ignored Jiang Yunyu. He then glanced at Jiang Yunying with ill intent and couldn't help but let his imagination run wild: If I barged into my wife's room with a whip, could I take over the role of the guest?

If that's the case, then he wouldn't necessarily be unable to accept Jiang Yunying.

After all, no one can resist such a great figure.

Lin Ping is a master actor, but he can't hide his lewd thoughts. His lewd eyes and sly smile at this moment completely reveal his inner thoughts.

Jiang Yunying's cold eyes flashed, and she was about to draw her sword and blind Lin Ping.

"Ping'er, your whip can only be used to beat men."

The city lord's wife quickly reminded him, fearing that her sweet-talking son-in-law would be beaten.

"Can you still play like this?"

Lin Ping hurriedly put his hands behind his back, his eyes became much more serious, and he also squeezed out a chrysanthemum face.

"This leather whip in my hand is for whipping the women."

As she spoke, the city lord's wife took out a leather whip coated with red lacquer. Judging from its pristine condition, it seemed to have never been used.

Lin Ping felt ashamed and jumped several meters away in fright. If he had gotten a whip, it would definitely have caused disharmony in the family.

This mother-in-law's favoritism is a bit too much, isn't it? Lin Ping decided to be less sweet-talking in front of his mother-in-law in the future.

Jiang Yunying naturally had no objection to the city lord's wife, but she felt somewhat wronged and blamed all her resentment on Daolin Ping.

"Alright, let's not talk about the whip anymore."

The city lord quickly smoothed things over, asking Lin Ping, "Ping'er, did all the salt we gave away today go to waste?"

Even though the city lord knew that Lin Ping was giving away salt to the people for free, he still harbored a sliver of hope.

Lin Ping straightened his neck, pouted, and was about to answer firmly, "That's right!"

Unfortunately, he was a step too slow. Jiang Yunyu, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke first: "Brother-in-law sold it for 20,000 taels of silver!"

After speaking, the chubby boy gave Lin Ping a malicious smile, as if to say: Don't think that I, Jiang Yunyu, am easy to bully. I have all of Lin Ping's weaknesses in my hands.

Lin Ping's body stiffened slightly, and he staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

Twenty thousand taels of silver is no small sum. Even if the city lord gives him some reward, he will still have to take back most of it.

The gleam in the other person's eyes said it all.

Lin Ping panicked. Even if he took out all the more than 10,000 taels of silver he had on him, it probably wouldn't be enough. He needed to explain why he was short nearly 10,000 taels.

Of course, being beaten to death in public would be the best outcome.

The worst-case scenario is that the city lord will cripple him but not kill him, since Lin Ping earned the money, and the city lord wouldn't overstep his bounds.

Lin Ping glared at the chubby boy, his anger burning.

"Kid, since you want to fight with Master Ping, then Master Ping will play along with you."

Lin Ping composed himself, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I did sell it for 20,000 taels of silver, but the young master said he wanted to buy some clothes for Xiao Hui, so I gave him 500 taels."

The city lord glared at Jiang Yunyu, not purely because of money, but because as the heir of the city lord's mansion, Jiang Yunyu spent his days thinking about useless things.

"I know how hard you've worked, so I'm leaving you five hundred taels of silver!"

The city lord smiled at Lin Ping, even rubbing his hands together anxiously.

Jiang Yunyu glanced at Lin Ping and thought to himself, "Let's see how you come up with 19,000 taels of silver!"

He naturally knew that Lin Ping had spent five thousand taels of silver to buy back Chongniang and another three thousand taels of silver to book all the private rooms in Wutong Garden, and now he only had a little over ten thousand taels left.

Lin Ping also stretched out his hand and shamelessly replied, "Since Father wants to give his son-in-law five hundred taels of silver, then give it to me!"

The city lord's brows furrowed in anger. He finally understood that this kid not only refused to pay, but also wanted to ask him for another five hundred taels.

However, before he got the silver, the city lord couldn't make things difficult for Lin Ping. He said with a grin, "What I mean is that you have to hand over the remaining 19,000 taels of silver."

"Gone!"

Lin Ping put his hands on his hips and answered without waiting for a reply.

"Gone?"

The city lord's face showed a hint of anger, but he still asked calmly, "All 19,000 taels of silver are gone?"

"That's right, it's gone!"

Lin Ping changed the position of his arms, crossing them in front of his chest, still displaying an attitude of not caring about money or even his life.

If it were a thousand or eight hundred taels, the city lord might turn a blind eye, but this number is too large, even tempting a city lord.

How did it disappear?

The city lord's expression had turned from sunny to gloomy, and the dense dark clouds made the hall somewhat somber.

"If I spend it, will Father kill me?"

Lin Ping put on a smile and asked tentatively.

"That depends on how you spend it?"

The city lord's voice grew even colder, and a murderous intent appeared on his face.

That's nearly 20,000 taels of silver, enough to save the city lord's mansion from its immediate crisis.

If Lin Ping squanders it, it would be a grave offense.

Seeing the city lord's cold expression, Qin An was overjoyed.

It seems there's hope of completing the mission!

"My son-in-law spent 10,000 taels to buy an honest official position, and then spent 9,000 taels to take the young master to Wutong Garden to broaden his horizons!"

Lin Ping said confidently.

He's clearly asking for death.

Not only did they spend money, they also took the prince to places like that.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yunyu turned pale, regretting his decision to become Lin Ping's enemy.

This guy clearly intends to destroy everything in the process.

"you you!"

The city lord's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Come on, kill me!"

Lin Ping thought to himself, and in order to cooperate with the city lord, he even took a few steps forward with his head held high.

Seeing that the city lord was about to make a move, the city lord's wife hurriedly gave Lin Ping a meaningful look: "Ping'er, there are some things you can't say carelessly, otherwise your father will break your legs."

Break both legs?

Lin Ping was speechless. He had made such a big mistake and he wasn't even killed?

But he had no doubt about the city lord's wife's words, because within the city lord's mansion, it was the city lord's wife who had the final say.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping immediately became timid and grinned at the city lord: "Father, I was just joking with you. Actually, all my money was stolen by the men in black!"

"These people are so vicious. They not only want money but also want to rape me. I refuse and will remain chaste for Yunying."

Lin Ping vividly described the situation, especially emphasizing the part about his resistance.

"You audacious thief! You even dared to rob the son-in-law of the city lord's mansion!"

The city lord was furious and smashed the solid wood octagonal table to pieces with a single palm strike.

His anger stemmed not only from the 19,000 taels of silver, but also from the other party's arrogant attitude. Once upon a time, the city lord's mansion was the imperial palace of Huai'an, and petty thieves kept their distance. How could anyone dare to rob the city lord?

Now they've not only robbed us of money, but they're also trying to rape us. They really don't respect the City Lord's Mansion at all.

The city lord said sternly, "Are these petty thieves getting too cocky, or am I too weak to wield my sword?"

In that instant, the city lord had the idea of ​​restoring the glory of the city lord's mansion. It was not a good feeling to be ridden on and shitted on.

"Yun Ying, intensify military training..."

The city lord mumbled something, clearly having a significant plan in mind.

The city lord possessed great wisdom, unlike Lin Ping who was vindictive. He did not believe that killing those few petty thieves would establish the authority of the city lord's mansion. He believed that the strength of the 10,000 private army should be increased as soon as possible so that it would not be swept away by the torrent of history.

"My son, take your orders!"

Jiang Yunying clasped her hands in a fist salute, her face exuding a commanding presence.

In an instant, Lin Pingsheng had this realization: I and the chubby guy are just there for show; you guys are the true pillars of the City Lord's Mansion...