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

For the next three days, the city lord's mansion was unusually peaceful. Lin Ping neither went out to cause trouble nor made a scene within the mansion.

Since Jiang Yunying had failed to find the imperial edict from the enemy, Lin Ping did not want to waste his efforts.

Instead of being gloomy all day, it's better to train your obedient apprentice.

"The Analects?" Lin Ping snatched the book that Liu Yong had placed on the desk, and immediately flew into a rage, tearing it to shreds without any mercy.

Liu Yong was engrossed in reciting when Lin Ping suddenly appeared. He stared at him, dumbfounded, his heart bleeding.

This was a book of sages and a sacred object revered by Liu Yong, yet... it was torn to shreds. Lin Ping, still not satisfied, spat on it and stomped his feet twice.

"The Analects is the work of ancient sages, why did my teacher tear it up?" Liu Yong stood up straight from the bamboo chair and questioned with a hint of anger.

"Since it is a sacred work, have you read it carefully and can you understand the meaning of the sages?" Lin Ping asked, tilting his head back and looking down at Liu Yong.

"I have memorized every single one of them," Liu Yong said confidently.

It must be said that Liu Yong was a genius at learning, with an extraordinary memory. He could recite the Four Books and Five Classics fluently. The reason he failed the imperial examinations in the spring was probably related to his frequenting brothels.

Now that he is residing in the city lord's mansion, he can finally relax and his knowledge has improved by leaps and bounds. With just a little practice in the eight-legged essay, he will surely shine in the next spring imperial examination and may even become the top scholar.

"You brat, since you've already memorized it, why are you wasting time on this?" Lin Ping casually picked up a book and kept tapping it on Liu Yong's head, ostensibly to discipline his disciple...

Liu Yong ran around in a panic, seemingly agreeing with Lin Ping's words: there's no need to constantly review things that you've already mastered.

He then cried out in agony, "This disciple will now practice the eight-legged essay."

"What the hell is this 'eight-legged essay' nonsense!" Lin Ping was furious. His requirements for Liu Yong were not simply limited to passing the imperial examinations, but rather to writing more poems that would be passed down through generations.

Lin Ping knew that Liu Yong was stubborn and incorrigible, and that ordinary beatings and scoldings would probably not work; he had to use extreme methods to educate him.

So he waved and said, "Little Li, bring the Insect Girl in."

Li Mingxuan led the insect girl in with a fawning smile, bowing and scraping as he said, "Don't worry, young master, no matter how many cats meow later, no one will break in!"

Lin Ping glared at Li Mingxuan, meaning: This is a teaching method, not a series in a short film.

"I understand, I understand!" Li Mingxuan grinned slyly, quietly slipped out, and then locked the partition door tightly.

"Liu Yong, how's your 'Rainy Night Bell' poem coming along? If you haven't done a good job, just watch from the sidelines... Remember, don't blink!" Lin Ping grinned slyly, looking at Chong Niang with an obvious lewd expression.

The insect girl buried her head shyly in her chest, naturally knowing what Lin Ping wanted to do, but since he had paid money to buy her, she could not resist.

Liu Yong broke out in a cold sweat, almost bursting into tears of grievance. "How could there be such a shameless mentor in this world? It's one thing to steal his disciple's woman, but to make his disciple watch from the sidelines without blinking—how do you explain that? Does he mean he'll miss everything if he blinks?"

Knowing Lin Ping's true nature, Liu Yong dared not refute him. Just as the other was about to take off his pants, he recited, "The cicadas chirp sadly, as evening falls on the long pavilion, the sudden rain has just stopped... Years will pass, and all the beautiful days and scenes will be in vain. Even if I have a thousand kinds of feelings, to whom can I speak?"

A moving recitation of "Rainy Night Bells" came from Liu Yong's mouth, and Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction, secretly memorizing it in his heart.

Only he could force Liu Yong to write a masterpiece in this way.

Next, Lin Ping led everyone away, leaving the two of them alone.

As night fell, Wang Xiao'e knocked on the door, holding a vermilion cheongsam embroidered with a golden phoenix, which gleamed under the lamplight.

Lin Ping was overjoyed and rushed into Jiang Yunying's room, only to find everything shrouded in mist.

"My lady, there's smoke in your room, so I can't see very well. I can only use my hands to feel my way. If I touch anything I shouldn't, please don't be angry." Before Jiang Yunying could even give him permission, Lin Ping had already opened his eyes and started groping around haphazardly.

You, Lin Ping, are smarter than a monkey, yet you didn't realize this was a bath? No one would believe that!

Moreover, the steam wasn't very strong; it was clearly visible within two meters. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to touch the bathtub immediately and then gradually approach it from the center.

Lin Ping could naturally sense Jiang Yunying's murderous aura, but he still gritted his teeth and forced himself to touch her.

"My lady, I touched a slippery catfish. Did you raise it on purpose?" Lin Ping said seriously, touching Jiang Yunying's fragrant shoulder.

“Husband, catfish can bite. They could swallow your arm or hand whole,” Jiang Yunying replied irritably.

Lin Ping withdrew his groping hand as if he had been electrocuted, not daring to challenge Jiang Yunying's bottom line. Then he chuckled and said, "Wife, I made you a dress. Do you think it fits?"

"When did my husband learn to return what he borrows?" Jiang Yunying asked in surprise, knowing full well that he often stole her clothes.

The clothes gleamed with gold, and Jiang Yunying knew at a glance that they were no ordinary item.

With a gentle tug of her jade-like fingers, the entire cheongsam unfurled in the air.

Next came the scene of a beautiful woman emerging from her bath, her smooth, catfish-like body floating in the air, the water droplets easily shaking off her, just in time to prevent Lin Ping's malicious gaze from peeking.

When Cheng Linping opened his eyes again, Jiang Yunying was already dressed in her finest attire, dazzling him once more.

Under the bright moonlight, in the flickering lamplight, and amidst the misty haze, Jiang Yunying's figure was even more beautiful than those in the paintings.

Although her appearance was hidden behind an iron mask, it could not conceal the feminine beauty emanating from her entire being.

Lin Ping stared blankly, swallowing hard, his mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. He was afraid he couldn't beat his opponent, and his heart felt like it was being gnawed at by thousands of ants.

Jiang Yunying, her breath sweet and fragrant, pouted her cherry-like lips and said, "Husband, why does this outfit feel a little awkward?"

Although the origin of the cheongsam can be traced back to the Qin and Han dynasties, a fully formed cheongsam did not appear in the Wu Kingdom, so it is normal for Jiang Yunying to feel strange.

Unlike other dresses, the cheongsam doesn't have flowing skirts or loose hems; instead, it clings to the body, emphasizing the woman's natural beauty. Furthermore, the slits on both sides of the cheongsam expose the skin of the woman's thighs, making her appear even more alluring.

"Not awkward at all, not awkward at all..." Lin Ping looked Jiang Yunying up and down, shaking his head repeatedly, but at the end his voice suddenly became stuttering, "It seems... there's a problem..."

This cheongsam was designed by Lin Ping, entirely based on imagination, without any professional skill, so... the slits on both sides are actually as high as the waist...

Jiang Yunying's eyeliner darkened, and she said coldly, "Husband, it seems you are truly tired of life!"

What followed was a series of intense screams. Jiang Yunying instantly transformed into a female tyrant, her punches and kicks being more than twice as powerful as those of an ordinary man.

Lin Ping was beaten to a pulp, but he still lay on the ground, peeking under the skirts, showing a tragic and heroic spirit of dying under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, he would still be romantic.