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

Clearly, this was an appetizer that Zhang Hongyuan had specially prepared for Lin Ping.

The old woman not only spoke in a coquettish voice, but also moved closer to Lin Ping, and even glared angrily at Jiang Yunying, looking quite like she was jealous of him.

"Big sister, can you take a piss and look in the mirror before you come? My wife has a hot body, would I go to a brothel to eat your greasy dish?" Lin Ping was so disgusted that he almost vomited. He subconsciously stood in front of Jiang Yunying, afraid that his pure and innocent wife would be touched and defiled by the other party.

"You rascal, I used all my skills last night, surely that wasn't enough for you?" the old woman said as she rubbed against Lin Ping.

If it weren't for the fact that the other person was a woman, Lin Ping would have definitely kicked her away, but she couldn't afford to pay for the damage to his clothes.

"Big sister, at your age, you're probably capable of satisfying a thousand troops at once, but I, Lin Ping, can't handle that."

Lin Ping felt like there was a fly buzzing around in his stomach; he either had to pull it out or vomit it up.

"I never expected Young Master Lin to have such unique tastes, actually being so fond of a courtesan in Wutong Garden!" Zhang Hongyuan laughed out loud, thinking that he had finally turned the tables.

In this era, visiting prostitutes was not shameful, but being interested in the lowest-class prostitutes was considered an insult to civility and a disgrace to aristocratic taste.

Prostitutes are specifically for those low-class people who have no money but want to have fun, but people with some status will also go to slightly higher-class mature prostitutes.

Different prostitutes represent different statuses of customers. Someone like Lin Ping should at least find a brothel that doesn't openly sell sex, otherwise it would be a disgrace to the city lord's mansion.

"I never thought that a dignified prince consort could even be attracted to a woman like this..." The people in the courtyard whispered among themselves.

"The princess doesn't look too good!" another busybody remarked.

Lin Ping is the son-in-law of the city lord's mansion, and his status is somewhat different from that of other noble sons. His openly patronizing prostitutes will naturally arouse Jiang Yunying's anger.

At this moment, Lin Ping not only had to face the ridicule of the crowd, but also the anger of Jiang Yunying.

As expected, Jiang Yunying glared at Lin Ping and said angrily, "Husband, is it because your wife didn't serve you well enough? How dare you go to the Wutong Garden to patronize prostitutes?"

Lin Ping was utterly speechless. He hadn't expected Jiang Yunying to also lose her temper at this moment. He was truly facing both internal and external troubles at the same time. Moreover, the other party hadn't even served him. This accusation was somewhat unjust.

The onlookers kept quiet, waiting for the two to have their own internal strife.

"I'm innocent!" Lin Ping gave him a wronged look, thinking to himself: Last night, my wife beat me so badly I couldn't get out of bed. How could I have had time to visit prostitutes? This is clearly a trap set by the enemy.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yunying ignored him and remained furious. Lin Ping felt a little flustered and asked softly, "Is my wife really angry?"

“I’m naturally angry that my husband has found a famous prostitute. If there’s a next time… my husband will definitely find a prettier brothel!” Jiang Yunying pouted.

Lin Ping was stunned. He hadn't expected Jiang Yunying to say such a thing in order to save face.

In that case, readers can rest easy. There is no conflict between the young couple. Jiang Yunying is not only gentle and considerate, but also understanding and reasonable. She even does not object to her husband visiting prostitutes.

Hearing this, Lin Ping was moved to tears, but he couldn't escape the accusation of playing with prostitutes. He really wanted to turn the tables on the city lord's mansion.

At that moment, a melodious piano tune drifted from inside the room. The many nobles, who were indulging in their refined pursuits, squinted their eyes and enjoyed the music, paying no heed to what was happening outside the hall.

The moment the music stopped, a large group of powerful and wealthy people applauded incessantly. Among them, an old man, a hypocrite, praised, "Miss Hongling is not only exceptionally skilled, but also possesses unparalleled beauty."

"Thank you for your praise, Prefect." Lu Hongling bowed slightly in response. "I was also guided by a master, and I am far inferior to him."

"Oh? Such a master? Is he even in my Jiangcheng Prefecture?" the prefect said seriously, naturally hoping to win Lu Hongling's favor.

As a courtesan, it was an honor for Lu Hongling to receive an invitation from the prefect and be treated with such courtesy, but there was no hint of flattery on her face.

“This person is right outside the door, it is none other than Young Master Chen, the Prince Consort!” Lu Hongling still bowed slightly, her voice as light and clear as water.

Lin Ping?

Upon hearing the name, everyone was taken aback, thinking to themselves: This is just a spendthrift son, probably tone-deaf, how could he possibly play the piano and compose music?

However, since these words came from Lu Hongling, they carried a high degree of authority, leaving them no choice but to believe them.

Moreover, the piece that Lu Hongling just played was indeed a gift from Lin Ping.

Upon hearing the familiar zither music, Lin Ping strode in.

"This humble woman, Lu Hongling, greets Young Master Lin." Lu Hongling bowed even lower, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and said softly, "If Young Master does not mind, may we spend some time together in my boudoir tonight?"

A sequel in the boudoir?

How many meanings could this possibly have?

It's like you're walking down the street, and a pretty girl from a foot massage parlor next to you is striking a seductive pose and calling out, "Hey handsome, come in and have some fun!"

Could this mean anything else?

Moreover, Lu Hongling blushed with embarrassment.

Lu Hongling was the most beautiful courtesan in Wutong Garden, a goddess in the hearts of many high-ranking officials and nobles. However, even though she spent a lot of money, she still couldn't get the chance to enter her boudoir.

To everyone else, Lu Hongling was a true artist who didn't sell her body, but who knew... she would actually take the initiative to invite Lin Ping.

"I'm so envious!" someone almost shouted out loud.

Let alone a night of passion in the boudoir, even just holding hands would make many people die without regrets.

Lin Ping was also a little stunned and found it difficult to accept Lu Hongling's warm invitation.

When he noticed the other person smiling knowingly, Lin Ping finally understood what was going on.

At this moment, Lin Ping is troubled by the scandal of patronizing prostitutes. No matter how much he talks, he cannot prove his innocence with that prostitute, since most people believe what the woman said.

However, Lu Hongling's invitation instantly dispelled the rumors.

Lin Ping wouldn't hesitate to sleep with even the most beautiful courtesan in the Wutong Garden, so how could he possibly sleep with a prostitute?

For a moment, everyone looked on with envy, and no one dared to say that the son-in-law of the city lord's mansion had been having an affair with a prostitute.

In other words, Lin Ping has won another round.

At the same time, Lu Hongling glared angrily at the prostitute.

The other party was so frightened that they slunk away, no longer daring to slander Lin Ping.

"I'd be honored to accept your offer!" Lin Ping chuckled as he helped Lu Hongling up, giving her a grateful look.

Zhang Hongyuan was furious again, his face turning ashen. He hadn't expected Lin Ping to defuse the crisis so calmly once more. It seemed that these petty thievery had no effect whatsoever.

Jiang Yunying increased the pressure on her hand, causing Lin Ping to wince in pain. Only then did he realize that his wife was truly angry.

Jiang Yunying naturally knew that the prostitute was framing Lin Ping, so she showed magnanimity and even supported him in finding a higher-class prostitute.

But now that Lu Hongling, the most beautiful courtesan, has taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms, Lin Ping may not be able to resist. As a female, Jiang Yunying's jealousy is more intense than anyone else's.