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

Wang Xiao'e stared blankly at Lin Ping, seemingly never having seen such a handsome face before. Her beautiful, watery eyes, with their long eyelashes, blinked incessantly.

A dark and windy night, a lone man and a lone woman, mutual affection, a fleeting moment of passion...

In short, the two were like dry tinder and a raging fire, and could do something shameful at any moment.

If Lin Ping makes unreasonable demands, Wang Xiao'e will naturally comply, not only out of gratitude but also out of genuine affection.

Of course, Wang Xiao'e was, after all, a respectable woman with the reserve of a young girl. If Lin Ping did not make the request, she would not take the initiative to ask for it.

So, resting her chin on her chest, a blush spreading across her face, she said in a shy voice, "Xiao'e thanks you for your kindness in saving me, young master. No matter... no matter what request you make, Xiao'e will try her best to fulfill it..."

This is blatant temptation!

Lin Ping's mouth was dry from swallowing, and his heart was pounding wildly.

Although Wang Xiao'e lacked Jiang Yunying's heroic bearing, she possessed a more delicate and gentle charm. If she lived in Lin Ping's era, she would at least be a popular news anchor...

"Princess, you're finally back! The girl the young master bought not long ago has gone into his room." Outside the door, Xiao Huan said loudly in Jiang Yunying's ear, clearly displeased with Wang Xiao'e's behavior.

In Xiao Huan's view, the son-in-law was the private property of the city lord's mansion, and no one except Jiang Yunying and the maidservants she designated should share his favor.

The voice was quite loud, and Lin Ping heard it clearly. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and all thoughts of slaughtering others vanished.

Lin Ping's heart was clenched, and he felt a chill run down his spine as he considered countless possible explanations.

"From now on, you are not allowed to spy on your son-in-law." Jiang Yunying said angrily to Xiao Huan, "If you dare to gossip about him in front of others, don't blame me for not showing any mercy to you as his servant!"

Xiao Huan had never seen Jiang Yunying so angry, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed to admit her mistake.

"Remember, the son-in-law is not the private property of the city lord's mansion. He is free to do whatever he wants," Jiang Yunying continued coldly.

"I remember, I won't dare to do it again next time," Xiao Huan replied tremblingly, her face pale.

After speaking, Jiang Yunying returned to her room, naturally not wanting to interfere in Lin Ping's private affairs.

Jiang Yunying knew she could not consummate her marriage with Lin Ping, so she sent him a maidservant as a way to compensate him for his physical needs, and of course, she wouldn't ruin his plans.

On the contrary, Jiang Yunying was willing to see this situation, as it would not only alleviate her guilt towards Lin Ping, but also allow Lin Ping to stay in the City Lord's Mansion for a longer period of time, thus enabling him to make more contributions.

Jiang Yunying knew that Lin Ping was no ordinary man and would one day soar to great heights. He couldn't be content with being a live-in son-in-law forever. What Jiang Yunying needed to do was to keep him here as long as possible and, ideally, resolve the temporary crisis facing the City Lord's Mansion.

Therefore, even if Wang Xiao'e entered Lin Ping's room on her own initiative, the city lord's mansion would turn a blind eye even if Lin Ping forcibly took a woman.

"My wife, I, Lin Ping, will definitely remain chaste for you!" Lin Ping made a solemn vow in his heart, and was naturally moved to tears by Jiang Yunying's words.

By now, Lin Ping had calmed down considerably and asked in a serious tone, "Miss Xiao'e, are your eyes better?"

Wang Xiao'e nodded vigorously and said softly, "Perfectly intact."

Actually, Lin Ping already knew the answer even without Wang Xiao'e's reply.

The eyes of a blind man are lifeless, but Wang Xiao'e's eyes shine brightly.

"Miss Xiao'e, in my opinion, your eye condition is not congenital, but rather accumulated gradually." Lin Ping quickly changed the subject to Wang Xiao'e's eye condition, afraid that he might have any inappropriate thoughts.

Wang Xiao'e looked at Lin Ping with admiration and replied, "Young master is indeed a prophet. My eye disease started three years ago, and I completely lost my sight last year."

"Xiao'e's family was poor and she had no older brother. Her father made a living by doing odd jobs. Later, her father fell seriously ill from overwork, which depleted all the family's savings. He was no longer able to do any heavy work. So, Xiao'e began to learn some needlework. However, because Xiao'e was clumsy, she could not learn it and could only study hard by lamplight."

"Later, Xiao'e finally grasped some basic skills and was able to support her father on her own. But who would have thought that three years ago, Xiao'e developed an eye disease, and her vision of distant people became blurry, and she even experienced double vision. At first, it did not affect her life, but it gradually worsened, and a year ago she could no longer see anything."

Lin Ping listened patiently, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe. He was clearly moved with compassion, knowing that Wang Xiao'e's family was not the only impoverished people in the country.

Of course, Lin Ping was powerless to help. Even if he could help one Wang Xiao'e, he couldn't help thousands upon thousands of Wang Xiao'es.

After all, in the affluent era in which Lin Ping lived, there were still some people in mountainous areas who couldn't afford to eat.

After listening to her story, Lin Ping understood why Wang Xiao'e was nearsighted. It was probably related to staying up late and using her eyes. After all, dim light is hard on the eyes, and Wu Kingdom didn't have electric lights.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping suddenly stared at Wang Xiao'e's collar and asked in a serious tone, "Miss Xiao'e, did you make this dress yourself?"

Before this, Wang Xiao'e was Lin Ping's patient. He had focused his attention on Wang Xiao'e's eyes. This was the first time he had carefully observed the crimson embroidered quilted jacket she was wearing, especially the azalea on the collar, which was particularly bright and vivid.

Needlework was Wang Xiao'e's pride. Upon hearing Lin Ping mention it, she immediately showed a confident look and nodded firmly: "Spinning, weaving, cutting, and embroidering were all done by Xiao'e herself."

Although Lin Ping was not skilled in needlework, she could roughly guess the complicated steps involved in making one piece of clothing. In that sense, Wang Xiao'e could be considered a polymath.

"Miss Xiao'e, I want one of your clothes..." Lin Ping stammered, a lewd look on his face.

Wang Xiao'e lowered her head again, and her two small hands began to unbutton her clothes, revealing a bright red embroidered bodice in front of Lin Ping.

"Here we go again..." Lin Ping was practically spitting out a nosebleed. He felt it was necessary to invent a real bra. This kind of bellyband that couldn't cover the important parts was even more tempting than not wearing anything at all.

“Miss Xiao’e, you’ve misunderstood…” Lin Ping quickly explained, “I wanted you to make me a dress, not this one for you to wear…”

"Oh..." Wang Xiao'e responded somewhat disappointedly, and had no choice but to re-fasten the buttons she had just unbuttoned.

Before long, Lin Ping found a sheet of Xuan paper and a straight piece of charcoal, and began to draw carefully on it.

Men who work diligently are the most attractive, especially one as handsome as Lin Ping. Wang Xiao'e stared at him intently, her heart already captivated, and she let out a few shy moans.

Lin Ping's drawing skills were really nothing to write home about, but luckily Wang Xiao'e had a rich imagination. She looked at the Xuan paper with a puzzled expression and said, "Is this a piece of clothing?"

Lin Ping was quite satisfied with his "masterpiece" and nodded, saying, "That's right, this is called a cheongsam, which is different from ordinary dresses. It must be made of real silk and tailored to the princess's figure."