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

Suddenly, Lin Ping felt a pang of sorrow, and a wave of bitterness washed over him. He could sense Xia Linglong's helplessness, but he couldn't understand why she wasn't going to persist any longer.

Even if Jiang Yunying doesn't kill Xia Linglong, she can still drive him away. At that time, the world will be vast, and Xia Linglong can roam freely as she pleases.

"My lady, spare his life." Lin Ping stood in front of Jiang Yunying and shook his head. He wasn't afraid of getting into trouble, but he respected Xia Linglong's choice.

Life is inherently helpless. Even though Xia Linglong had a thousand reasons not to want to, she ultimately could not escape the control of fate. She had been willful enough and could no longer cause her older brother and parents any more trouble.

"Young Master Lin... thank you." Xia Linglong bowed deeply to Lin Ping, tears welling up in her eyes and falling to the ground.

This simple "thank you" carries many meanings; it is both gratitude for the help and thanks for this less-than-ideal time.

"Has this tomboy changed her ways?" Lin Ping wondered to himself, never expecting that the once arrogant Xia Linglong would say such a sincere thank you to him.

Lin Ping stood there in confusion, not saying a word. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but rather that he didn't know how to say it.

He couldn't possibly use his own playboy ways to deal with the other party's sincerity, but he also didn't want to get sentimental with Xia Linglong, after all, her "tomboy" image was deeply ingrained in his mind.

"Big brother, let's go." Xia Linglong slowly turned around, her back to Lin Ping, and said. Her thin figure and lonely expression were truly heartbreaking.

Xia Linglong's main task was to take his younger sister away, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble. After all, Jiangcheng Prefecture was the territory of the city lord, and it would be difficult to handle the situation if things got out of hand.

"Wait a minute..." Lin Ping shouted loudly just as Xia Linglong was about to walk down the stairs, but he swallowed the words back down.

Xia Linglong was taken aback. She wished Lin Ping would act like a spoiled brat again and forcefully keep her here, but that would inevitably bring Lin Ping endless trouble.

"I wonder if Young Master Lin has any further instructions?" The cold voice could not conceal the sadness in his heart, and his tearful eyes were the best proof of it.

Xia Linglong's cold voice made Lin Ping feel a pang of sadness. It was like wearing an ill-fitting piece of clothing for a long time; it would be painful to throw it away suddenly, especially since this piece of clothing had once sheltered him from the wind and rain.

"Tomboy, be more feminine from now on, or you'll never get married!" Lin Ping mustered up his courage and actually said these words... befitting his status.

Xia Linglong smiled instead; at least she knew that Lin Ping wasn't saddened by her departure.

"No need for Young Master Lin to trouble himself. Linglong will be married in three months and will never bother you again in this lifetime," Xia Linglong said coldly, and walked down the stairs without looking back.

This seemingly resolute statement actually contained a glimmer of hope in Xia Linglong's heart; she wanted Lin Ping to know her wedding date. Perhaps, like today, even if she was a little late, she could still keep the appointment on time.

"Fine, I won't see you then. Who wants to meet a tomboy like you? It's so ridiculous." Lin Ping muttered to himself, but he felt uneasy inside.

And so, Xia Linglong left, leaving Mingyue Tower, Jiangcheng Prefecture, and Lin Ping's life, as if she had never been there.

Lin Ping was in a daze, but calmed down after a while. After all, Jiang Yunying was his wife, someone he could see and touch.

"Wife, let's go back too." Lin Ping grabbed Jiang Yunying's left hand.

Jiang Yunying was somewhat surprised by Lin Ping's habitual action and subconsciously shrank back, but she still couldn't escape Lin Ping's clutches.

Suddenly, Lin Ping was puzzled, thinking to himself: Why are my wife's hands smoother than usual? Could it be that she's been taking milk baths every day in preparation for consummating our marriage?

"Hold my right hand!" Lin Ping pouted, his shamelessness was simply outrageous.

He wasn't trying to take advantage of her; in other words, holding hands was Lin Ping's right.

The reason I wanted to hold their right hand was to verify whether they took a milk bath every day.

Jiang Yunying's eyeliner darkened beneath her veil, and she said irritably, "Husband, why don't you go and hold Linglong's hand instead!"

After speaking, Jiang Yunying burst out of the window, not even letting Lin Ping hold her left hand.

"Is he... jealous?" Lin Ping wondered, but he didn't have the courage to jump out of the window and give chase.

"Brother is really skilled, he even managed to take down Captain Xia," Lin Xiaomei said sarcastically, pouting as she left.

To be honest, Lin Xiaomei shouldn't have interfered with Lin Ping's love life. In fact, she even hoped that Lin Ping would have three wives and four concubines so that he could better continue the Lin family line.

However, Lin Xiaomei felt guilty towards Jiang Yunying and wanted her brother to make amends for her. She did not want Lin Ping to have close relationships with other women in the short term.

"Little sister, let your brother explain, it's not what you think," Lin Ping said hurriedly, chasing after her. He really didn't like being misunderstood.

If Lin Xiaomei was already angry, then Jiang Yunying would be even more upset. It seems that the matter of consummating their marriage will have to be postponed.

"Huh? Where did Miss Lu go?" After leaving the private room, Lin Ping did not see Lu Hongling and was immediately puzzled.

It seems the other party was just a weak woman, who probably left when she heard the fighting inside.

This also confirms once again the saying that prostitutes are driven by profit and heartless.

After going downstairs, Lin Ping didn't have time to explain to Lin Xiaomei. Instead, he ran back to the city lord's mansion in a flash, determined to make things clear to Jiang Yunying.

Because his previous horseback riding experience was quite unpleasant, Lin Ping preferred to walk and reached the main city gate in just one hour.

"My lady, let me explain!" Lin Ping rushed into Jiang Yunying's boudoir without even knocking, hoping to witness a stunning scene.

Unfortunately, the promised milk bath didn't happen, and even Jiang Yunying, who was dressed, wasn't in the room.

"Xiao Huan, is the princess here?" Lin Ping asked in confusion.

Xiao Huan pouted, thinking to herself, "Shouldn't I have asked that beforehand? How can you barge into someone's room without their permission?"

"The princess went to the training ground, and the son-in-law knows that," Xiao Huan replied irritably, wondering what Lin Ping was up to.

"I don't believe her for a second!" Lin Ping thought to himself, naturally disliking the feeling of being followed.

This was a trap Jiang Yunying had set for herself. On the surface, she ostensibly sent her to find Xia Linglong, but in reality, she was secretly following her. A classic case of smiling on the outside while cursing on the inside.

Of course, Lin Ping should think about it dialectically. Perhaps Jiang Yunying followed behind him to protect him. If it weren't for her timely appearance, Lin Ping would probably have already become a victim of Xia Linglong's knife, and he wouldn't have had the chance to apologize to Jiang Yunying.

With nearly two hours until sunset, Lin Ping had to patiently wait outside Jiang Yunying's boudoir to show his sincerity, his knees risking hitting the ground at any moment.