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

There was no marriage law at this time; there was only a basic concept. Everyone looked at Lin Ping with suspicion.

Jiang Yunying clenched her small fists in anger and said shrilly, "Husband, how can you be so stubborn? With your talents, how can you be content to be a live-in son-in-law? Besides... besides, we can't possibly consummate our marriage..."

"Ugh……"

Lin Ping felt helpless again, regretting that he hadn't just agreed to Jiang Yunying's request earlier; he might have already gotten his pants off by now...

Clearly, Jiang Yunying was helping Lin Ping. As a man, he shouldn't be proud of being a kept man.

The last sentence, "It's impossible to consummate the marriage," seems a bit hurtful.

"Don't think I'm stupid. That so-called guest elder is just a pretext to trick me into leaving. If I break off my engagement with my wife, will I still have a servant to attend to me and a head cook to protect me? Will I still be able to eat and drink for free? I would rather die than break off the engagement!" Lin Ping said with absolute certainty, turning his head.

"This……"

The city lord was speechless. His respectful attitude vanished, and he mostly doubted Jiang Yunying's description. He thought that Lin Ping had no ambition other than squandering his wealth and indulging in pleasure, and it was impossible for him to help the city lord's mansion take off.

"And that damned Pang Xingji, how dare he openly defy my wife! I gathered ten experts to severely injure him, but he actually... actually survived! Later, I even used moldy orange peels as a miraculous medicine to treat his wounds, and he still didn't die!" Lin Ping became more and more furious as he spoke, wishing he could take a knife and chop Pang Xingji up himself.

"That medicine...that medicine is moldy orange peel?"

Jiang Yunying's face darkened as she suddenly realized she had done something wrong.

"Medicine? That's right, poison should also be considered medicine. Otherwise, why would I have deliberately sent my wife away? It was because I was afraid she would stop me from killing that scoundrel Pang Xingji."

Lin Ping spoke with righteous indignation, showing no shame whatsoever for his despicable methods.

What are the multiple meanings behind Lin Ping's words?

First, he was narrow-minded and vindictive; second, he was treacherous and cunning, and secretly sabotaged others; finally, the so-called "miracle drug" was just moldy orange peel, which could not be used to save people at all.

"My husband, may you have good fortune..."

Jiang Yunying obediently stepped aside, no longer daring to defend Lin Ping.

Hearing the term "husband" again made Lin Ping feel much more at ease, regardless of what he would face next.

Jiang Xiuwen could no longer contain himself and wished he could chop Lin Ping in half with his bare hands.

The city lord shook his head helplessly, not out of anger, but more out of regret. It was like having a mountain of gold in front of you, rushing over excitedly only to find it was just a pile of sand, sand stained yellow with urine...

One thing at a time, regardless of Lin Ping's character or abilities, he ultimately helped the private army.

The city lord, known for his clear distinction between reward and punishment, said with a stern face, "Ping'er, regardless of the process, you have indeed made a contribution to this matter. I will grant you a request."

Lin Ping preferred tangible rewards and had no intention of trading his own happiness for a so-called guest advisor. He immediately perked up and hurriedly asked, "Can you grant any request?"

The city lord nodded, seemingly having a feeling of being tricked.

At present, Lin Ping's biggest wish is to leave the city once, since the three little fat sheep have prepared silver for him to collect.

"Hmph, only children make choices. I, Lin Ping, want them all!" Lin Ping thought to himself, a chrysanthemum-like smile appearing on his lips. He said seriously, "This son-in-law requests that Father grant me three wishes!"

puff……

Everyone spat out saliva, even thick phlegm...

This guy is up to his old tricks again; he's clearly trying to exploit loopholes.

The city lord had never encountered such a shameless person, nor did he know such a request existed. He could only say with a gloomy face, "Tell me your three wishes..."

The city lord watched Lin Ping's lips nervously, truly afraid he would ask to consummate his marriage with Jiang Yunying; this fellow was sure to say something shocking...

Lin Ping straightened his clothes, coughed twice, spat out the thick phlegm in his mouth, and said in a loud voice, "I'm leaving the city tomorrow."

"Can……"

The city lord nodded. In any case, sending a few more experts to protect him secretly would prevent Lin Ping from encountering any more danger. He could even use him as bait to lure out the enemies lying in ambush.

"Mother, you must be very tired from carrying that leather whip every day. I would like to keep it for you," Lin Ping said to the city lord's wife with a grin.

Have you no shame? All this high-sounding talk is just a pretext to explore new positions with Jiang Yunying…

Previously, the city lord's wife had already made the purpose of the whip very clear, and Lin Ping was obviously deliberately targeting Jiang Yunying.

The city lord had no say in this matter, so he glanced at his wife and told her to make the decision.

The city lord's wife put away her elegant and noble demeanor, replacing it with an air of authority.

She walked gracefully to the front of the forest, holding the leather whip in both hands, and said solemnly, "Boys should be careful when they are out alone. I'm entrusting this whip to you!"

Lin Ping was so moved that he burst into tears, showering the city lord's wife with sweet words, wishing he could praise her to the skies.

Listening to the two of them singing back and forth, Jiang Yunying felt like she had been sold out, and all she could do was use the sword in her hand to protect herself.

What is your third wish?

The city lord asked impatiently, not wanting to waste any more words on Lin Ping.

"Consummate the marriage..." Lin Ping almost blurted out, but fearing he wouldn't be able to defeat Jiang Yunying with his whip, he said seriously, "My third wish is... I beg Father to grant me three wishes..."

This guy's really pushing his luck!

"hateful!"

Jiang Xiuwen could no longer contain his anger and strode out.

Lin Ping knew something was wrong, so he turned and ran, shouting, "Xiao Yu, stop eavesdropping behind the screen! Run!"

The chubby boy fell to the ground with a thud, trembling with fear. He poked his chubby little head out with an awkward smile: "Father, Uncle..."

Jiang Yunyu's appearance successfully diverted Jiang Xiuwen's attention, and he finally found a scapegoat for his anger.

"My third wish is that you go easy on me, Uncle!"

Lin Ping, who had already run dozens of meters, turned around and shouted.

Jiang Yunyu was deeply moved and vowed to treat his brother-in-law well!

Jiang Xiuwen naturally had to meet Lin Ping's request, so he used much less force, except that he was now using a thick leather whip instead of his bare hands.

Upon seeing the whip, the chubby boy burst into tears, choking out, "Isn't the whip with my brother-in-law?"

"Father gave his whip to Ping'er. This is your uncle's own whip, and your aunt has one too..."

The city lord explained to the poor little fat boy, fearing that he would die with regrets.

At that moment, the chubby boy suddenly understood: it turned out that the city lord's mansion was originally a manufacturer of leather whips.

Back in his room, Lin Ping lay on the bed like a lump of mud. The experience was neither good nor bad.

Although he had the opportunity to leave the city, he almost exposed his strength, so he should be more discreet in the future.

"Hehe...my wife..."

Lin Ping held the brand-new leather whip in both hands, revealing a sinister smile, and a depraved image flashed through his mind.