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

"Oh? So you've come here on purpose to cause trouble?" Lin Ping's voice had turned cold, and he gave Hu Bugui a wink.

Hu Bugui strode up to the man, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him above his head, shouting, "Tell me, who sent you?"

At the same time, Hu Bugui shook his arm forcefully a few times, and five taels of silver fell out of the man's arms.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's not worth risking your life for five taels of silver." Lin Ping's smile concealed a knife, instantly frightening the man into a cold sweat.

"Boss Su sent us!" Seeing that Lin Ping was about to become ruthless, the man struggled to break free from Hu Bugui's restraints and hurriedly knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, clearly afraid of Lin Ping's insidious methods.

Upon learning that their scheme had been exposed, the other dozens of civilians scattered like birds, fleeing in a panic, not daring to challenge Lin Ping.

"That scoundrel Su Hongxin not only hoarded salt, but also incited the people to riot. He's utterly despicable!" a customer in the hall said indignantly, naturally fearing that Jiangcheng City would descend into chaos.

"Rest assured, everyone, as long as the City Lord's Mansion exists, we will not allow Jiangcheng Prefecture to descend into chaos, nor will we allow the people to go without salt!" Lin Ping declared passionately, immediately winning thunderous applause.

It is certainly a good thing to be loved by the people, but Jiang Yunying knew that Lin Ping was trying to win people's hearts and probably couldn't come up with any practical solutions. After all, even the city lord himself had repeatedly run into obstacles.

"Rest assured, my wife, if I, Lin Ping, fail to provide salt for the people within ten days, I will not mention consummating our marriage for three months!" Lin Ping swore to the heavens, his expression solemn.

Jiang Yunying grasped Lin Ping's fingers, shook her head, and said, "I will not allow my husband to make any oaths."

Clearly, Jiang Yunying believed Lin Ping. She hated men who made oaths so easily, especially such a... poisonous oath.

What do you mean by "don't mention consummating the marriage for three months"? It's as if mentioning it would actually lead to consummating the marriage. Besides, what if Jiang Yunying wants to consummate the marriage herself? We can't wait for you, Lin Ping, for three months, can we?

"Young Master! Something terrible has happened!" At that moment, Li Mingxuan rushed in from the street, his heavy breathing causing his whole body to tremble.

"You dog! Who gave you the right to yell like that? You'll be in big trouble if you scare your wife!" Lin Ping shouted, once again revealing his spoiled and arrogant nature.

"Scared your wife?" Li Mingxuan stuck out his tongue and thought to himself, "Your wife's head can reach the sky and her feet can support the ground. Would she be scared by me? Besides, you'd be happy if the princess was scared, so she could snuggle into your arms."

Li Mingxuan was ultimately afraid of Lin Ping, and his voice immediately became much calmer. He spoke slowly and deliberately, even with a Huangmei opera singing style, "Son-in-law, something bad has happened."

Lin Ping was immediately drawn into Li Mingxuan's singing style, and even took a few steps in a similar manner, asking in the same singing style, "What exactly is the matter?"

"Salt, the salt merchants have started selling salt!" Li Mingxuan realized the urgency of the situation and resumed his normal tone.

"But those four major salt merchants are selling salt?" Lin Ping asked angrily.

During this period, the four major salt merchants frantically hoarded salt, causing prices to soar dozens of times. Now it's time for them to sell it for cash.

Li Mingxuan shook his head like a rattle-drum, still speaking calmly, "They are salt merchants from outside the region, and their prices are fair. It's just a pity that they have already been targeted by the four major salt merchants."

"What?" Lin Ping exclaimed in surprise, cursing, "You bastard, why didn't you tell me something so important sooner!"

Lin Ping grabbed Jiang Yunying's hand and ran quickly out the door, not forgetting to kick Li Mingxuan's bouncy buttocks.

"It was you who told me not to shout..." Li Mingxuan said aggrievedly, but still happily ran ahead to lead the way.

Lin Ping knew that merchants were driven by profit and easily deceived. This outsider salt merchant was likely bribed by the four major salt merchants, so that he could sell all the salt at a higher price.

Led by Li Mingxuan, Lin Ping and his group arrived at the spacious Xiangpu Street, which was already packed with thousands of people.

Fortunately, Hu Bugui, a rough and unrefined man, led the way, splitting the crowd in two.

Lin Ping looked closely and saw four carts of fine white salt in the center. A man with a mustache was surrounded by several people, and they seemed to be discussing something.

“The Su family steward!” Lin Ping recognized one of them at a glance, but the identities of the other three remained unknown.

This salt merchant with a mustache sold salt at an exceptionally low price, only 100 coins per dou (a unit of dry measure), three times the market price. Even ordinary people could afford it, so it's no wonder he attracted a crowd.

However, just as the salt merchants were about to sell to ordinary people, they were greeted by these four uninvited guests.

"One hundred and ten coins per dou, I'll take all four cartloads!" The Su family steward was the first to speak.

The other three glared at the Su family steward, cursing him inwardly.

Although the four major salt merchants have joined forces, they are not one family after all. They all want to stockpile more salt, but the Su family has already spoken, so they can't keep raising the price.

"Is there really such a good thing?" the man with the mustache wondered to himself.

He would sell it even if it were 90 coins per dou, let alone 110 coins per dou, since selling four carts at the same time would save a lot of time.

However, this person was not stupid. The more generous the price offered by the Su family steward, the more it proved that there was something fishy going on.

However, the man with the mustache couldn't understand it at all.

Although salt was in short supply throughout the Wu Kingdom, it was still available. In other places, it was sold for a high price of eighty coins per dou, and people dared not even think about the price of one hundred and ten coins.

"This... seems... a bit idiotic." The man with the mustache looked at the Su family steward suspiciously, but he couldn't resist the temptation of profit.

"Great!" The man with the mustache slapped his thigh.

"What a low price!" Lin Ping exclaimed, thankfully arriving just in time to prevent the Su family from buying up all the salt.

Lin Ping's appearance rekindled the people's hope. They had thought they would have to watch helplessly as the Su family hoarded the salt again, but now there might still be room for maneuver. After all, the city lord loved the people so much that he might buy it and sell it to them at a loss.

The man with the mustache glanced at the elegantly dressed Lin Ping, clearly recognizing his extraordinary status, and patiently awaited his answer.

“Our master is none other than the Prince Consort, and he has come to buy your salt,” Li Mingxuan said, puffing out his chest and raising his head, which naturally startled the other party.

"Your Highness, please have mercy! This is just a small business, I can't afford to lose money. Please let this humble man go this time." The man with the mustache knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, mistakenly believing that Lin Ping was going to forcibly buy his salt at a low price.

The steward of the Su family rolled his eyes at Lin Ping and said dismissively, "So what if you're a prince consort? Does being a prince consort give you the right to force people to buy or sell? Our Great Wu Kingdom has laws!"

Upon hearing this, the man with the mustache seemed to gain some confidence and stood up straight before Lin Ping could speak.

"How about I buy your four cartloads of salt for two hundred coins per dou?" Lin Ping said with a laugh, but there was no hint of joking in his voice.