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

"My lady, we must find Yuchi Xiang as soon as possible," Lin Ping said anxiously. The prefect of Jiangcheng was not a fool; he knew what Lin Ping meant and would definitely kill Yuchi Xiang at all costs. Therefore, they had to act first.

In addition, Jiang Yunying must also have the strength to fight several masters alone. Lin Ping doesn't need to worry about this. Looking at the entire Jiangcheng Prefecture, probably no one can last ten moves against Jiang Yunying.

Jiang Yunying nodded, took Lin Ping's hand, and walked briskly, even taking an unconventional route, directly climbing over walls and houses, making Lin Ping's heart jump into his throat.

Lin Ping suddenly regretted asking for the speed to increase. Putting aside the pain of his hand being gripped, he was also in danger of falling off the roof at any moment.

"My husband's schemes are truly insidious and cunning; Yunying admires them greatly!"

Jiang Yunying clasped her hands in a fist salute and said, "This is absolutely the first time I've ever sincerely admired someone."

Being admired by his wife was a good thing, but Lin Ping was not happy at all. His swaying body stumbled and fell directly from the towering eaves, but he was pulled back up by force.

Furthermore, "insidious and cunning" seems to be a derogatory term, and Lin Ping really didn't know if Jiang Yunying was praising him or trying to insult him.

Regardless, Lin Ping had to give a response. His pale face brightened, and he smiled strangely, "Your husband is even more amazing at night, and your wife will surely admire him even more."

Jiang Yunying shook her head helplessly, let go of his hand and said, "Go down!"

Lin Ping suddenly lost his footing, his heart leaped into his throat, and he fell from the ten-foot-high eaves. If he hadn't been afraid of being ridiculed by Jiang Yunying, he probably would have been crying for his parents long ago.

However, the moment he landed was not as messy and miserable as he had imagined; he even felt as if he had landed on a soft sponge.

Lin Ping was a meritorious official and the hope of the city lord's mansion. Even if she was angry for a moment, Jiang Yunying couldn't bear to kill him. Besides, the two of them had already arrived at their destination, and the screams would alert the enemy.

So, Jiang Yunying caught Lin Ping with both hands, and held him in her arms. This guy reacted quickly enough, pressing himself against her chest with all his might.

Paji...

This time, the fact that he actually fell to the ground was entirely Lin Ping's own fault.

"Who's there?" came an alert voice from inside the house, and the door was pushed open with a swift movement.

However, when he came out, the courtyard was empty. Jiang Yunying had already led Lin Ping to hide behind the corner of the wall.

Upon seeing Yuchi Xiang, Lin Ping observed him with a serious expression, having already forgotten the pain in his buttocks.

At this moment, Yu Chixiang looked sorrowful, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked very sad. He had even cried secretly.

"Young master, grief is harmful to your health. Please don't cry and ruin your health," an old servant with a hunched back came over to comfort him.

The one who killed Yuchi Fen was the Prefect of Jiangcheng. They naturally knew that this revenge could not be achieved, so they could only comfort each other and wait for the day when they could make a comeback.

In fact, Yuchi Xiang harbored more hatred towards Lin Ping. If it weren't for Lin Ping's aggressive behavior, the Jiangcheng Prefect would never have killed his own father.

Therefore, Yuchi Xiang was waiting for two things: first, for the comfort from the Jiangcheng Prefect; and second, for the destruction of the City Lord's Mansion and his own meteoric rise to power.

"Husband, should we arrest Yuchi Xiang now and torture him severely?" Jiang Yunying asked anxiously, fearing that assassins sent by the Jiangcheng Prefect would arrive.

Lin Ping sighed helplessly, once again finding his wife adorably silly, but the fact that she was able to seek his opinion in advance was a kind of progress.

First of all, did Yuchi Xiang commit a crime? What right did they have to arrest him? Wasn't this clearly giving the prefect a handle against him?

Furthermore, since Yuchi Xiang now places his main hatred on the City Lord's Mansion, even if we capture him, we might not be able to extract any useful information.

Lin Ping wanted to wait for the assassins sent by the Jiangcheng Prefect to appear, preferably to make Yuchi Xiang walk on the edge of death, so that he would know that he was just a pawn of the Prefect, and could be discarded at any time when he was no longer useful.

Then, Lin Ping appeared at this critical moment, becoming half a savior of the other party. With his silver tongue, he made Yuchi Xiang completely lose heart and confess the prefect's various crimes.

Therefore, the success or failure of this matter depends on the Prefect of Jiangcheng, not Lin Ping. His meaningful look before leaving was a reminder to the Prefect to kill Yuchi Xiang.

Lin Ping patiently explained the entire plan to his lovely wife in detail. She nodded dejectedly, seemingly realizing that she herself had some intellectual problems.

"My wife, you are skilled in martial arts, and I am skilled in strategy. Do you think our offspring will be both scholarly and martial?"

Lin Ping suddenly had a strange idea and asked eagerly.

Although Jiang Yunying didn't understand genetics, she knew that dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and rats' sons know how to dig holes. Just as Lin Ping said, their offspring should be talented in both literature and martial arts, and could lend a helping hand to the city lord's mansion.

Having spent a lot of time with Lin Ping, Jiang Yunying had learned a bit about the tricks of the trade. What sounded like a serious discussion about offspring was actually a dirty lie: to have offspring, one must have a night of foreplay...

Looking at Jiang Yunying's cold eyes, Lin Ping hurriedly explained, "My wife, please don't misunderstand. Holding hands can also lead to pregnancy. There's no need to do those shameful things. Back then, Hua Xu gave birth to Fuxi simply by stepping on Thor's footprint."

"Husband, when are you going to get rid of this habit of bragging with such a straight face?"

Jiang Yunying covered Lin Ping's mouth with one hand and pinched his waist hard with the other, rotating it 360 degrees.

Lin Ping winced in pain but couldn't scream. He really wanted to use his powerful verbal skills to tickle Jiang Yunying's palm with his tongue, but then he thought it was a bit disgusting, so he gave up the idea.

Before long, Yu Chixiang's old servant withdrew, and he also went into his own room.

"They're here!" Jiang Yunying suddenly became alert, unconsciously increasing the pressure on Lin Ping's hand.

Lin Ping was in so much pain that tears were about to stream down his face. He was certain that the flesh was already purplish-blue and even swollen.

Just as Jiang Yunying said, a white figure landed in front of Yuchi Xiang's door, holding a steel whip, and stormed in menacingly.

"Is this just burying one's head in the sand?" Lin Ping spat out in disdain, thinking to himself: Wearing black night clothes at night can indeed hide one's identity, but wearing white day clothes during the day may not be effective.

"Daytime clothes? Oh no!" Lin Ping panicked and immediately activated his X-ray vision.

When the door was pushed open, Yu Chixiang was startled. When he saw the other person's face, he panicked even more. He clearly knew the other person's purpose and cupped his hands, saying, "May I ask what brings you here, Commandant Zhang?"

This man was none other than Zhang Hongyuan. His icy eyes were fixed on Yuchi Xiang as he said, "What brings you here? Yuchi Xiang, don't play dumb with me at a time like this!"

Yu Chixiang raised his eyes, assuming an attack stance.

However, Zhang Hongyuan was one step ahead, and the hard steel whip quickly landed on Yuchi Xiang's buttocks, immediately leaving a bloody welt.