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

Yeah...

The sudden sound, like the tearing of silk in the night sky, shattered the tranquility of the mansion.

It originated from Jiang Yunying's exquisite yet unusually fragile boudoir, accompanied by a soft and suppressed whimper, revealing an indescribable pain.

Jiang Yunying, the princess who was usually gentle and elegant, was now like a delicate flower swaying in the wind and rain, half kneeling and half lying on the ground, looking extremely helpless.

Her face was contorted, her pain barely concealed, her complexion as pale as the first snow of winter, devoid of any color, her brows furrowed, as if she were enduring unspeakable torment.

puff!

In this heart-pounding atmosphere, a muffled sound suddenly rang out. It was Jiang Yunying's surging blood finally unable to be contained, gushing out from between her tightly clenched lips and teeth, turning into a dazzling crimson stain that mercilessly splashed onto the beige wooden floor, instantly staining that area red. It formed a stark contrast with the surrounding elegance, making it particularly shocking to behold.

"Princess, what's wrong?"

Outside the door, Xiao Huan was holding a basket of freshly picked flowers, preparing to decorate the princess's room, when she was unexpectedly startled by this sudden turn of events.

Her steps faltered with terror, and she stumbled into the house. All she could see was a pool of blood and the princess's extremely weak figure. Instantly, Xiao Huan's heart was gripped by fear and worry, and she felt like she was suffocating.

"Princess...you...you're spitting blood!" Xiao Huan's voice trembled, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

Her face looked even worse than Jiang Yunying's at this moment, pale with a hint of ashen, and her eyes were brimming with tears that seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.

She rushed forward and used all her strength to help Jiang Yunying up, her hands trembling with nervousness, afraid that the princess might suffer more harm if she was not careful.

Jiang Yunying's eyes were bloodshot, making her look particularly ferocious, and her face was ashen and lifeless.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath accompanied by violent heaving of her chest. It was as if an invisible force was pulling her blood through her body, causing it to surge wildly, making her feel weak and dizzy like never before.

She struggled to stand, but her strength was rapidly fading, as if she were about to fall into darkness and never wake up again.

Hearing Jiang Yunying's rapid and unsteady breathing, Xiao Huan's heart was filled with unprecedented fear and panic.

In her memory, Jiang Yunying was not only of noble status, but also highly skilled in martial arts and had a physique far superior to ordinary people. She had almost never seen her so weak, let alone such a horrifying scene of spitting blood.

This sudden turn of events left Xiao Huan almost unable to believe her eyes. Her mind went blank, filled only with deep worry for the princess's safety.

"This servant will go find a doctor right away..." Xiao Huan's voice was trembling with sobs as she tried to hold back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes and calm herself down.

She quickly and carefully placed Jiang Yunying on the bed, her movements swift yet gentle, as if afraid that any carelessness might worsen the princess's injuries.

However, just as she turned to leave the room to find a famous doctor in the city, Xiao Huan's steps involuntarily stopped.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck her, as if a bright lamp had been lit in the darkness—the servants in the mansion often talked in private about how the young master was not only skilled in both literature and martial arts, but also a hidden genius doctor who had miraculously brought people back to life several times.

"Yes! Xiao Huan should go find the young master. He can definitely cure the princess!" Xiao Huan was filled with hope. She quickly gave up the idea of ​​going out to find a doctor and turned to run towards the young master's residence.

At this critical moment, Xiao Huan's resourcefulness and decisiveness were on full display. She knew that for the princess at this moment, time was life, and her son-in-law might be the key to unlocking the door of hope.

Jiang Yunying swallowed hard, her expression calming slightly, and said in a weak voice, "No need to go find the son-in-law, just bring me that bottle of medicine."

To be honest, Xiao Huan wasn't sure if Lin Ping could cure Jiang Yunying's serious illness, but when she suddenly heard the word "medicine," hope was instantly rekindled.

Jiang Yunying is a disciple of the Lotus Palace, the most sacred sect in the Martial Kingdom. She may have magical elixirs on her, and spitting blood may be commonplace for her.

Following the direction Jiang Yunying pointed, Xiao Huan found a jade-green porcelain bottle in an exquisite wooden box and poured out several pills of different colors.

"Give me that blue pill."

Jiang Yunying's voice was even weaker, and it took all her strength to utter just one sentence.

Xiao Huan hurriedly handed the blue pill to Jiang Yunying and quickly brought her some warm water to take it, but Jiang Yunying had already swallowed the blue pill.

Before long, a stream of clear water flowed over Jiang Yunying's entire body, the bloodshot in her eyes slowly subsided, and her boiling blood began to calm down.

Jiang Yunying closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, and breathed evenly, her strength rapidly recovering.

Seeing that Jiang Yunying was out of danger, Xiao Huan breathed a sigh of relief and asked in confusion, "Princess, should we call a doctor to take a look?"

Jiang Yunying shook her head and said, "Go down. This matter must not be mentioned to outsiders."

Jiang Yunying knew her physical condition all too well. Not to mention ordinary doctors, even the head of the Paradise Hall might not be able to cure her.

Since that's the case, there's no need for her to see a doctor, lest word get out and those with ulterior motives covet her.

Xiao Huan had followed Jiang Yunying for many years and knew the gravity of the matter. She would never dare to tell anyone about it, including Lin Ping and the city lord.

At this moment, Lin Ping lay on the bed like a dead dog, his hands carefully playing with the brand-new small leather whip, the unbearable images still lingering in his mind.

"Uncle..."

Xiao Hui entered Lin Ping's room on time. As a maidservant, this was her duty, just like going to work...

Of course, after these few days of getting to know each other, Xiao Hui has gradually developed feelings for Lin Ping, after all, it would be hard for anyone to resist such a handsome face.

After a night's rest, Lin Ping felt refreshed and ready to cause trouble in Jiangcheng. So he quickly gathered his capable henchmen, including Xiao Lizi, Da Niu, and Er Niu.

"Young Master, where are we going?" Li Mingxuan asked tremblingly. To be honest, he was really afraid of Lin Ping causing trouble. Every time, he was on the verge of death. If he had bad luck one day, he might really be finished.

Lin Ping originally wanted to kick him hard, but remembering his good performance last night, he moved his foot to Erniu's butt instead, patted his chest, and said, "Going to the city to cause trouble!"

Going to the city to cause trouble...

Li Mingxuan and the others were all covered in cold sweat. Before this, Lin Ping had been somewhat restrained, but now he openly said that he was going to cause trouble, as if he had no fear.

Last night, Lin Ping realized something: Jiang Yunying was protecting him. How could he repay Jiang Yunying's concern if he didn't cause a huge uproar?

Furthermore, only by creating a huge commotion could Lin Ping feel Jiang Yunying's concern.

Therefore, Lin Ping's purpose for this trip was very clear: to stir up trouble in Jiangcheng.

"Brother-in-law, wait for me!"

Jiang Yunyu limped over, clearly having suffered a severe beating the previous night.

Although Jiang Yunyu had bruises all over his body, there was no mark on his face, which was enough to prove that Jiang Xiuwen was a repeat offender who had never changed his target.

Last night, Jiang Yunyu heard that Lin Ping was going to leave the city. Thinking of the novel things and beautiful women in the city, the chubby boy couldn't contain himself and, despite the possibility of being beaten again, he went to beg Lin Ping.

Lin Ping held the leather whip he used to beat the young master in his hand and said coldly, "You good-for-nothing! Why haven't you brought your wife's nightgown to your brother-in-law yet?"

Jiang Yunyu was terrified by the whip and trembled all over. He wished he could rush into Jiang Yunying's room and steal her bathrobe to appease Lin Ping's anger.

After some negotiation, Lin Ping compromised and agreed to take Jiang Yunyu out of the city, on the condition that Jiang Yunyu would give him a piece of clothing that Jiang Yunying had worn every three days, the closer the better...

Jiang Yunyu patted his chest and gave a guarantee, unaware that a pair of sharp eyes were secretly watching the two of them.

Lin Ping dared to openly take Jiang Yunyu out because he had something to rely on. Judging from the last incident, the city lord hoped that Jiang Yunyu could go out and broaden his horizons, but he just couldn't say it openly.

Therefore, Lin Ping and the city lord reached a tacit agreement that as long as the two of them did not do anything too outrageous, the city lord would not take the initiative to hold them accountable.

Moreover, Jiang Yunyu is, after all, the heir of the city lord's mansion, a man of noble status. The city lord will definitely send more people to protect him in secret, which makes Lin Ping even more fearless.

In short, if the sky falls, the city lord's mansion will hold it up; Lin Ping only needs to cause trouble.

A moment later, Jiang Yunyu changed into a pageboy's clothes, while Lin Ping wore an ill-fitting scholar's robe and held a painted fan in his hand, practically wearing the words "cultured person" written all over his face.

The two-horse-drawn carriage smoothly left the main city. The private army dared not stop this plague god and all offered obsequious smiles.

The carriages of the Wu Kingdom lacked proper shock absorption devices, so even on flat roads, they were inevitably bumpy. Therefore, the carriages traveled at a slow speed, which perfectly reflected the steady and powerful image of the City Lord's Mansion.

Upon entering the city, the carriage was immediately surrounded by onlookers, and the people spontaneously made way for the entire road, kneeling on both sides in gratitude and bowing in worship.

After several events, Lin Ping became a celebrity, a hero in the hearts of the people, and a savior.

His appearance is bound to be surrounded by an aura of fame and will inevitably cause a stir.

Through the carriage curtain, Lin Ping observed the devout expressions on the faces of the common people and felt a surge of satisfaction. His own prestige had also increased considerably; he couldn't possibly walk with the same arrogant and aloof demeanor he had the first time.

This is similar to the path of an actor. The initial short films are just to attract attention, but once you become truly famous, you will inevitably have to improve your image and put back on the clothes you took off one by one.

"When the son-in-law enters the city, even the gods make way..."

Dali and Erli shouted the lines Lin Ping had given them at the top of their lungs, acting as arrogantly as could be.

The common people naturally cooperated, and the scholars and literati looked on with envy, all of them taking entering the city lord's mansion as their life's goal.

Looking at the empty road ahead, Dali and Erli felt a secret sense of satisfaction, and both unconsciously raised their noses.

However, at that moment, a careless passerby suddenly darted out from the side.