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

Before long, the military camp quieted down again. Several captains hurriedly led their guards to their tents to rest, not daring to linger in front of Jiang Xiuwen any longer, lest they be punished later.

Jiang Xiuwen's excited mood remained unsettled for a long time. He looked at Lin Ping with surprise and suddenly realized that this guy wasn't so annoying after all.

Furthermore, Jiang Yunying showed affection for her husband, even exchanging loving glances, which didn't seem like a forced marriage at all. Therefore, at this moment, Jiang Xiuwen even accepted Lin Ping.

"Brother, this is my husband!"

Jiang Yunying hurriedly introduced him to Jiang Yunlie, even making winks and gestures incessantly.

"Husband?" Jiang Yunlie was somewhat taken aback. He had never heard Jiang Yunying mention Lin Ping before, and had only heard by chance that the other party had such an absurd marriage.

However, Jiang Yunying's anxious expression seemed to convey a signal: she didn't want Lin Ping to feel like he was being ignored.

So, Jiang Yunlie put on a superb performance, clasped his hands together, bent his waist at a full ninety degrees, and laughed almost obsequiously, "Haha... So it's my virtuous brother-in-law! I've finally met you in person today! Yunying mentions it to me a thousand or eight hundred times a day, I'm so tired of hearing it, but unfortunately, my brother is too busy with official duties and we haven't been able to meet until now!"

Jiang Yunying slapped her face, regretting making such an unreasonable request. Could your acting be any more exaggerated?

Lin Ping was also a little confused, thinking to himself: So this guy wants to compete with me in acting skills!

So, making full use of his self-sufficient flexibility, he bent his waist at a ninety-degree angle, and his laughter became even more ingratiating, "I've long heard of..."

Lin Ping knew that Jiang Xiuwen had a son, and even often used his son's excellence to put down himself and Jiang Yunyu, but he didn't really care what the other's name was. He guessed that the other's surname was also Jiang, with the character "Yun" in the middle.

Just as Lin Ping was trying to get away with using a light tone and an emphasis, the chubby boy hurriedly reminded him in his ear: "Jiang Yunlie!"

Lin Ping gave the chubby boy a thumbs up and continued, "I've long heard that Brother Yun Lie has a face like jade, eyes like bright stars, a nose like a hanging gall, lips like painted rouge, a tall and elegant figure, a dashing and debonair appearance, and superb martial arts skills..."

Lin Ping rambled on and on, and if he hadn't run out of breath, he probably could have come up with a thousand more words of praise.

Jiang Yunying felt a little dizzy listening to them and really didn't want to talk to them. If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have introduced them.

"I heard that you recently passed the martial arts examination and will be taking the martial arts championship in a little over a month?" Lin Ping said sweetly, only saying what the other party wanted to hear.

Jiang Yunlie immediately became interested and pretended to be modest, saying, "Brother was just lucky. The title of Martial Arts Champion is not easy to obtain!"

That's not wrong. A martial arts graduate is far inferior to a martial arts champion.

Because the king values ​​talent, dozens of martial arts candidates are born every year, but there can only be one martial arts champion. Jiang Yunlie also knows his own limitations.

"Brother, there's no need to be modest. This title of Martial Arts Champion is rightfully yours!" Lin Ping continued respectfully, though he was actually plotting some underhanded schemes to harm the other martial arts candidates.

The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting. If Jiang Yunlie is the only one to participate in the assessment, he will surely win the title of martial arts champion.

Seeing the two of them rambling on and on with their flattery, Jiang Yunying got into the carriage.

Lin Ping, quick as a flash, didn't even say goodbye before shamelessly getting into Jiang Yunying's carriage.

"My lady, Brother Yunlie is so much better than his stubborn old man!" Lin Ping said, clearly noticing Jiang Yunying's anger and deliberately changing the subject.

Jiang Yunying glared at Lin Ping and said irritably, "Big brother is indeed outstanding, but he can't continue to associate with my husband, lest he become like Yu'er, glib and idle!"

Lin Ping blushed, but didn't argue. He simply lay down on Jiang Yunying's lap and pretended to be asleep, even drooling.

When everyone returned to the city lord's mansion, it was nearly midnight. Several people were still standing at the gate, all craning their necks and looking towards the city gate.

After Pang Xingji brought the news back, the city lord immediately felt more confident and stopped being all smiles and joking with Qian Duoduo. He directly served tea and sent the guest away, and the other party was practically carried out.

The city lord thought that Lin Ping and the others would be back in the manor soon, so he went to greet them at the gate. However, he never expected that he would have to wait for two hours.

"Pang Xingji, why haven't we seen Ying'er and the others yet?" The city lord was getting anxious. He had heard that Jiang Yunying had transferred two thousand private soldiers and was afraid that she would go and fight against the five thousand private soldiers of the Mountain City Government.

Pang Xingji knelt on the ground, shaking his head helplessly. He was also a little flustered. If he had known this would happen, he should have accompanied her the whole time. Even if they encountered danger, he could have held off Jiang Yunying for a while.

The city lord's wife also had a furrowed brow on her elegant and noble face, and kept muttering, "Why hasn't Xu'er returned yet?"

Several young maids craned their necks to look ahead, and Xiao Hui was already prepared to serve her young master.

Before long, a scout rode up on a fast horse. He didn't slow down when he got close to the gate. He rolled to the side and landed on the ground, but rolled forward dozens of times. He shouted, "Reporting to the city lord, the princess has returned in triumph!"

"Really? Where?" The city lord's face lit up with joy, his gaze becoming even more intense, and he even stood on tiptoe.

"He's at the military camp!" The scout excitedly recounted the events of the night, not even missing a single expression or movement from Lin Ping.

In his excitement, he had long forgotten that the more concise the content, the better. If he hadn't been kneeling on the ground, he would have been dancing and gesturing as he imitated it.

"Five thousand sets of equipment..." The city lord gasped, nearly falling over, utterly incredulous. But before he could even process that, he heard that Lin Ping had captured five thousand warhorses. This time, the shock was so intense it felt like his lungs were frozen, making it difficult to breathe.

As for Lin Ping's subsequent pacification of the garrison, the city lord was no longer greatly affected; his chest, which was only so big, was already trembling to its maximum extent.

For a full quarter of an hour, the scout talked with great enthusiasm. Towards the end, I really wanted to slam my fist on the table and shout, "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode!"

The more they listened, the more excited they became, even regarding Lin Ping as a god-like figure. Xiao Huan glanced at Xiao Hui with envy, even touching her belly, and said resentfully, "Sister Xiao Hui is so lucky. She must already be carrying the son-in-law's child. Sooner or later, she'll rise to the top and become a phoenix!"

Xiao Hui clenched her little fists in anger, not because Xiao Huan was angry, but because she was furious that she had missed a golden opportunity. In the end, she deliberately stuck out her belly, obviously to tell the other servants that they should show her more respect in the future.

As expected, many maids and servants fawned over Xiao Hui, some even wanting to serve the young master for one night in her place. As for whether she could conceive, that was entirely up to fate.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Jiang Yunying's carriage finally came into view.