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

In the Wu Kingdom, brothels were divided into different ranks. Those with "Yuan" in their names were of the highest rank, while "Qingguan" was second only to "Hua Kui" in terms of talent. They were also known as singing girls or dancing girls.

Even a first-class brothel can only have a limited number of "clean brothels," since any "clean brothel" member has the ability to make a third-class brothel popular.

It was no easy feat for Mingyue Tower to invite just a few members of the Qingguan (a type of martial arts brothel) at the same time, but Lin Ping had the audacity to demand that all of them be summoned.

There are two difficulties here. First, it is very expensive. Second, the theaters have their own pride and are often unwilling to perform on the same stage.

Even Xia Linglong tugged at Lin Ping's sleeve, signaling him not to dig a hole for himself, lest he be embarrassed.

"If I can't even get a few brothels to work, what right do I have to marry you?" Lin Ping seemed to be saying this to Xia Linglong, but in reality, he was saying it to the man.

The man sat quietly to the side, not saying a word, waiting for Lin Ping to be embarrassed.

However, before the man's smile could fade, several brothel staff members rushed upstairs, afraid of delaying Lin Ping's time, and all said softly outside the door, "Greetings, Young Master Lin."

The man's smile immediately froze, and he awkwardly withdrew it, glancing at Lin Ping with a questioning look once more.

He had initially thought Lin Ping's shabby clothes indicated he wasn't from a prestigious family, but now it seemed he must have some background; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to book the entire Mingyue Tower and have all the brothels perform for him.

After a short while, the man regained his composure. Even if Lin Ping had extraordinary abilities, he could not possibly reach the height of his toes.

"Go and fetch the best courtesans from Jiangcheng Prefecture's brothel," the man whispered to a guard.

After receiving the order, the guards rushed out at lightning speed, not caring whether they frightened the Insect Girl and the others.

Although Wutongyuan was a first-class brothel, it still could not compare with the Jiaofang, which was an official brothel, while the former was just a commoner's brothel.

Many geisha aspired to become top courtesans in order to secure a place in the brothel.

Now, the man boasts that he has brought the best courtesans from the brothel, and if he can do so, he can crush all the brothels outside the gate with just this one person.

Lin Ping remained calm, even crossing his legs, and said to the door, "Let's sing a song called 'Rainy Night Bell'."

"The Rain Bell?" the man asked, puzzled.

Almost all the songs sung by courtesans were popular tunes and lyrics. The man, who considered himself well-versed in poetry and literature, had never heard of the song "Yu Lin Ling".

The insect girl outside the door nodded knowingly, her jade-like fingers gently plucking the strings of her zither. The other women also began to play their instruments.

Since Liu Yong composed this song "Yu Lin Ling", it has been sung and played by Chong Niang. Now that the melody has matured, Chong Niang shocked everyone as soon as she opened her mouth.

The man looked somewhat dazed. He had initially thought it was a rustic folk song, not something to be proud of, but now the air around him was slapping him in the face.

This song, "Rainy Night Bell," is not only presentable, but it can even be compared to "Elegant Spring Snow."

“Young Master Lin, I don’t think I’ve ever heard this song, ‘Rainy Night Bell,’ before,” Xia Linglong asked Lin Ping in surprise.

Judging from the man's behavior, Xia Linglong is definitely not just a Jinyiwei officer. She is probably a lady from a prestigious family who has read a lot of books. She can recite almost any famous poem by heart, but she has never heard of "Yu Lin Ling".

"This is a new work by my good disciple Liu Yong. Of course, Sister Linglong hasn't heard of it," Lin Ping said ambiguously, deliberately raising his voice.

Xia Linglong blushed instantly, forgetting Lin Ping's shameless nature, but she couldn't expose him directly, so she had to pretend to be shy.

The artistic conception of this poem "Rainy Night Bell" is self-evident. It is mostly the work of a master, but Lin Ping claims it is his own disciple. In that case, wouldn't Lin Ping's talent be on par with the heavens?

At this moment, the man's face turned even more grim.

Through a series of actions, Lin Ping has proven that he is wealthy, otherwise he would not have been able to book the entire Mingyue Tower, and he has also proven that he is talented, otherwise he would not have become Liu Yong's teacher.

The man originally intended to trample Lin Ping underfoot, making him realize the difference in status between himself and Xia Linglong, and thus prompting him to withdraw voluntarily. However, his plan backfired, and he ended up being trampled underfoot himself.

Therefore, he had to prove himself, and he used his power to crush others. Mobilizing the geishas in the music hall was a manifestation of his power.

Before long, the guard hurriedly returned, and there was a woman standing outside the door.

"This humble woman, Lu Hongling, greets you, young master." Lu Hongling bowed respectfully outside the door, her words extremely deferential.

"Reporting to the young master, this Lu Hongling was originally the most beautiful courtesan in Wutong Garden, and now she has become a top-tier geisha in the music academy." The guard hurriedly introduced Lu Hongling's identity, precisely to overwhelm Chongniang and the others.

"Oh? The most beautiful courtesan in Wutong Garden? Isn't that much better than Qingguan?" The man smiled casually, feeling indescribably pleased.

Although the man had the upper hand over Lin Ping, Xia Linglong smiled and whispered in Lin Ping's ear, "Big brother already considers you a rival."

Previously, the man had completely disregarded Lin Ping and was not pleased with himself for being superior to him, but now he had changed his mind.

This was inevitable. Even if he disdained to be superior to Lin Ping, he couldn't always be trampled under Lin Ping's feet. If he didn't fight back, he would be seen as cowardly and incompetent, not magnanimous.

"Miss Hongling, sing one of your best songs," the man said softly, his expression returning to its usual calm.

Lu Hongling sat down, her jade-like fingers resting on the strings, about to pluck them.

"Tomboy, do you believe your brother's face will look even uglier later?" Lin Ping whispered in Xia Linglong's ear, smiling maliciously.

Xia Linglong generally disliked the term "tomboy," though it sounded better than "Linglong sister." She immediately rolled her eyes at Lin Ping and waited to see what would happen.

To be honest, Xia Linglong had been through a lot with Lin Ping and knew his abilities. If her older brother hadn't been extraordinary, she would have actually believed Lin Ping.

As the strings vibrated, the beautiful sound filled the entire floor, permeating everyone's hearts and souls.

The rhythm, sometimes joyful and sometimes sorrowful, captivates the heart and fully demonstrates Lu Hongling's superb zither skills.

"Good! Good! Good!" The man actually stood up and clapped continuously, and even shamelessly pushed open the door to try to catch a glimpse of Lu Hongling's face.

Unfortunately, Lu Hongling was covered by a thin veil, and only her outline was vaguely visible.

"Miss Lu, would you mind lifting your veil and playing another tune?" the man asked without any attempt to hide his true intentions, his lecherous eyes betraying his true feelings.

"Hongling's musical skills are for those who understand her, and Lingsha's beauty is for those destined to be with her." Lu Hongling said with neither humility nor arrogance, but with an air of reluctance.

This is not just a rejection of the man, but also shows that he is neither her soulmate nor her destined partner.

"How dare you!" A guard rushed to Lu Hongling's side, ready to resort to violence.