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

Lin Ping spent the night in fear and trepidation, always prepared to pretend to talk in his sleep.

Jiang Yunying stared at him from behind for a full half hour. Lin Ping even began to repeat some of his sleep-talking from before, making it seem more realistic.

Fortunately, Lin Ping was carefree and eventually fell asleep after succumbing to sleepiness. As for whether he talked in his sleep or what he said, no one knows.

The next morning, Lin Ping was snoring loudly in his room; he needed to make up for the fright of the previous night with enough sleep.

However, the sliding door was violently pushed open, and a figure rushed in.

"Young master, something terrible has happened!" Li Mingxuan cried out urgently, pushing and pulling Lin Ping's body, even lifting the silk quilt to reveal a shameful scene.

"This……"

Li Mingxuan stared intently at Lin Ping's sensitive skin, swallowing repeatedly, his gleaming eyes revealing a mixture of envy and disdain.

Lin Ping opened his sleepy eyes and found Li Mingxuan blinking and staring at something. He hurriedly stuffed the silk quilt into his crotch and cursed, "You dog! This isn't your Lan Wangji! If you can't give me a convincing reason, you can forget about having it!"

Li Mingxuan instinctively covered his groin, then suddenly thought of the tragic fate of that constable, and almost burst into tears of grievance.

Lin Ping quickly put on his clothes, stomped Li Mingxuan on the floor, and a scalpel appeared in his hand. He smiled coldly and said, "It won't hurt at all!"

Li Mingxuan was so frightened that he was drenched in sweat and his mind went blank. It wasn't until the scalpel was pressed against his body that he remembered the important matter and hurriedly said, "Someone has died! Someone has died in the city lord's city! The princess has already set off in person!"

Judging from Li Mingxuan's pale face, he wasn't lying to save his own life, so it seemed that someone had really died in the city lord's city.

If someone were to die in Jiangcheng, it wouldn't be considered a major incident, at most a matter of public order. However, the city lord and the military households within the city are all loving and harmonious, and there have never been any public order problems.

Furthermore, Jiang Yunying's personal involvement fully demonstrates the seriousness of this matter.

"Lead the way!"

Lin Ping said urgently, forgetting that Li Mingxuan was still at his feet.

Li Mingxuan knew that waking his son-in-law from his sleep was a big no-no, but he still did it, which proved how urgent the situation was. With a nimble little body, he stood up in a flash and ran away while explaining the situation to Lin Ping in detail.

The incident happened suddenly, and Li Mingxuan didn't have much information. He only knew that several civilians had died outside the city, which had now attracted a crowd of onlookers.

The main city is less than ten miles from Jiangcheng, separated by a central line. According to Li Mingxuan, these people should have died within the territory of the main city.

Even before arriving at the scene, Lin Ping felt that two things were strange.

First, ordinary people never appear outside the city. Second, it is still early, and even if someone has died, there shouldn't be such a large crowd gathered there.

Lin Ping immediately had Da Shuang and Er Shuang prepare the carriage and galloped towards the city gate. Along the way, Lin Ping was uneasy, feeling that things were not so simple and that someone was probably framing him.

Regardless, those people died in the territory of the city lord's city, and the city lord's mansion cannot escape responsibility. If someone else stirs up trouble, this matter will not end well.

When Lin Ping arrived outside the city gate, he found that there were already thousands of people watching. The space in the middle, about a hundred feet square, had been cordoned off by the yamen runners, allowing only a few weeping old people, women and children to squeeze in, most of whom were relatives of the deceased.

Looking at the middle of the open space, there were five corpses lying diagonally, each with dozens of arrows stuck in their bodies, their faces contorted in rage, their deaths tragic.

"Alas... how pitiful. I never expected the people of the city lord to be so heartless."

Sympathetic viewers felt sorry for the scene and some even found it unbearable to watch.

In their view, the fact that these people died from a hail of arrows by the city lord and the city's garrison was the best proof of that.

Under the control of the yamen runners, the deceased's family members were not allowed to touch the deceased's body; they could only weep from a distance of more than ten meters.

Only the Prefect of Huai'an and another man were walking around the deceased, seemingly talking to each other.

Jiang Yunying received the news while she was in the military camp, only a step ahead of Lin Ping, and had not yet formally negotiated with the prefect.

Seeing this tragic scene, Jiang Yunying was somewhat moved. These were all her people, and the death of even one person was a heartbreaking thing.

"Your subordinate pays respects to the Princess."

The two commanders in charge of guarding the city knelt down with a thud, crying out, "We really didn't do this!"

Military camps are strictly disciplined, and indiscriminately shooting civilians is punishable by death, so it's no wonder these two were terrified.

Jiang Yunying's beautiful eyes were deeply closed as she glared at the two of them, her expression conveying a sense of disappointment and frustration.

Even if they didn't kill these people, the evidence is now conclusive, leaving them no room for excuses. Besides, even if they really didn't kill them, with two thousand eyes watching from the city wall, it's somewhat derelict of duty to be framed by the enemy.

"My lady, I believe them!" Just as Jiang Yunying was about to get angry, Lin Ping rushed over.

The two men had naturally heard of the son-in-law's reputation, and immediately felt like they had grasped at a straw.

“Husband, this matter has nothing to do with you. You should go back to the manor and flirt with Wang Xiao’e…” Jiang Yunying shook her head, naturally not wanting to involve Lin Ping.

Two days ago, Lin Ping offended the prefect. This matter is likely aimed at Lin Ping. If he insists on taking the lead, he will most likely fall into the enemy's trap.

However, in the end, Lin Ping's open offense to the Prefect was also for the sake of the City Lord's Mansion's reputation. The enemy's ultimate target was not a son-in-law, but more likely to make the City Lord's Mansion suffer a great loss. Therefore, it was necessary for Jiang Yunying to take charge of this matter personally.

"So my wife is jealous!" Hearing this, Lin Ping felt a bit of joy. He was even more determined not to let Jiang Yunying bear this alone, so he asked seriously, "Wife, was there a southerly wind last night?"

Jiang Yunying could hardly understand Lin Ping's wildly imaginative mind, but his serious demeanor didn't seem like he was joking, so she replied solemnly, "It was hot last night, and there was no wind."

“If there’s no wind, then why are some of the arrows tilting south? The city lord’s mansion is to the north of the dead!” Lin Ping immediately voiced his doubts.

Jiang Yunying immediately understood Lin Ping's meaning and stared at him in disbelief. If she hadn't thought about how Lin Ping liked to take advantage of others, she probably would have already kissed his forehead.

As Lin Ping said, if you shoot an arrow from the north to the south, it will inevitably tilt to the north after landing, unless it is affected by strong winds, but there was not a breath of wind last night.

Thinking about it this way, there is only one answer: these arrows were simply stuck into the ground haphazardly by someone, and even the arrows on the dead body were likely stuck in the same way.