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

"What beautiful wooden clogs!" Lu Hongling exclaimed with delight as she stared at the shoes in Lin Pingsheng's hand, but looked at the dress in his other hand with a puzzled expression.

Wooden clogs had already appeared in the Wu Kingdom. They were cool and sturdy to wear, and could also protect against moisture and rain. They were used as rain boots in places like Jiangnan, but they did not become widely popular.

Wu Kingdom's wooden clogs were carved entirely from a single piece of wood without any coloring or painting, so they weren't considered pretty. Lin Ping, however, improved the clogs by painting the entire upper with red lacquer and replacing the soles with soft cowhide. They were both beautiful and comfortable to wear, which explains why Lu Hongling liked them.

"These wooden clogs are called ballet shoes, and this tulle skirt is called a swan skirt. They are both gifts for Miss Lu," Lin Ping explained with a silly grin.

Lu Hongling was originally the most beautiful courtesan in Wutong Garden, and countless wealthy young men spent lavishly on her, but she never accepted any gifts from anyone.

In other words, a pair of shoes and a dress couldn't arouse Lu Hongling's interest.

However, because of her affection for Lin Ping, Lu Hongling felt a fondness for him. Even if he only gave her a stone, she would cherish it as a treasure, let alone two pieces of clothing that he had put so much effort into giving her.

"Young Master Lin, please wait a moment!" Lu Hongling took the clothes and shyly climbed into the carriage.

"So direct?" Lin Ping roughly guessed why the carriage was swaying from side to side. He quickly covered his eyes with two fingers and said seriously, "Miss Lu, don't worry, I, Lin Ping, will never peek. Feel free to change your clothes."

Lin Ping's words exposed Lu Hongling's face, making her blush even more. Although there was a gauze curtain between them, the other person's voice kept echoing, as if he were standing right in front of her.

Lin Ping is extremely shameless; he has clearly studied psychology.

When someone speaks to you, no matter where they are, their image will appear in your mind as if they were standing right in front of you.

Lin Ping deliberately spoke to Lu Hongling in a serious tone, causing her cheeks to flush red.

"Young master, you can open your eyes now." Lu Ling nodded and lowered her head, her voice extremely shy.

Lin Ping's eyes narrowed to slits, and he had already seen through his fingers the pair of jade feet encased in red wooden clogs. Because the clogs had no top, a large area of ​​Lu Hongling's fair ankles was exposed, making Lin Ping's eyes gleam with lust.

Looking up again, she was greeted with another delightful surprise. The swan dress was rather short, barely reaching her knees, and yet, before the stockings were even in place, Lu Hongling's smooth calves gleamed faintly.

"Natural beauty is true beauty!" Lin Ping swallowed twice and exclaimed. He used to be a straight man with a "stocking fetish," but now he realized that he was more beautiful without stockings.

Even though he had lived for more than 20 years in an era when people dared not go out without showing their legs, Lin Ping was certain that he had never seen such beautiful legs before. They were not only evenly thick and straight, but also elastic and shiny. Coupled with their snow-white skin, they almost captured Lin Ping's heart.

"You scoundrel!" Xiao Nong, who got off the carriage with Lu Hongling, glanced at Lin Ping with disdain and muttered under her breath to express her dissatisfaction.

Xiao Nong didn't have much of a liking for Lin Ping. He was a spoiled brat who squandered his money, and he couldn't resist beautiful women. Even though he had some strange and unusual skills, they were hardly respectable.

Lu Hongling raised her head, but her cold eyes swept over Xiao Nong before she quickly gave a sweet smile and said shyly, "Is this the kind of dance that Young Master Lin is talking about?"

After speaking, Lu Hongling touched the ground with the toes of her right foot and pushed off the ground with her left foot. Her whole body began to spin like a top, and the hem of her swan dress spread out freely, like a blooming lotus flower or a dancing swan.

"Miss Lu is indeed a dancing prodigy. This is ballet, and every step is about lightness and grace, just like a swan walking." Lin Ping gave a general overview of the key points of ballet movements.

Lu Hongling was extremely perceptive; even though she had never seen a real ballet, she could imitate it quite well.

"With colorful sleeves, she diligently holds up the jade cup, in those days she risked her flushed face in a drunken stupor. The dance is low, like the moon in the heart of the willow-lined pavilion; the song ends, like the wind beneath the peach blossom fan. Since parting, I recall our meeting, how many times have my soul and dreams been with you. Tonight, I will light the silver lamp again, still fearing that our meeting is but a dream." Lin Ping wrote with deep emotion, his eyes filled with the endless scenery and the captivating dance.

After a ballet performance, Lu Hongling was covered in fragrant sweat, her rosy cheeks adding to her charm. She stopped not because she was exhausted, but because Lin Ping's poetry recitation had come to an end.

Just as the music ends and the music stops, Lu Hongling took Lin Ping's poems as the best accompaniment for her ballet, and it was only natural that she would stop playing them along with him.

“Ling Sha’s dance is clumsy and does not match your poetry, sir,” Lu Hongling said respectfully, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.

She was not a lady who dabbled in literature, but she also recited famous poems. Over time, she came to understand their meaning, so she could hear the artistic conception of Lin Ping's poem.

Lin Ping suddenly realized that this poem, "Partridge Sky," not only depicted the woman's graceful dance but also contained the poet's longing for her. Wasn't this a blatant hint of something sinister?

"It is fate that we met. Lin Ping will always remember the friendship between us. May you have a safe journey, Miss Lu!" Lin Ping said, clasping his hands in a fist salute, deliberately emphasizing the relationship between the two to avoid any misunderstanding.

Lu Hongling understood Lin Ping's meaning, and although she felt a little disappointed, she still smiled and said, "Ling Sha also cherishes the friendship between you and the young master. Ling Sha will take her leave."

After speaking, Lu Hongling boarded the carriage and left quickly without looking back. She was content to see Lin Ping before leaving, and dared not have any other improper thoughts.

“Miss, that young master Lin does have some talent.” Xiao Nong pouted, her opinion of Lin Ping subtly changing.

The song "Partridge Sky" deeply moved the young girl. Afterwards, Lin Ping bid her farewell in a gentlemanly manner, showing no trace of his lecherous ways.

“Young Master Lin is no ordinary man; he won’t be bound by a gold chain!” Lu Hongling waved the reins herself, and her disappointed mood brightened considerably.

She had thought that she would never see Lin Ping again, but now she changed her mind. With Lin Ping's abilities, how could he possibly stay in the city lord's mansion forever?

Therefore, the two will not only have the opportunity to meet, but will also have a lot of interaction. Lu Hongling looks forward to that day.

"No matter how beautiful the wildflowers are, they are not yours to begin with. You should go home and find your wife..." Lin Ping has always been able to see the truth. Besides, he has never thought that wildflowers are prettier than garden flowers.

Having Jiang Yunying by my side in this life is enough to make him intoxicated.

On the way back, Lin Ping had a deep discussion with the horse using a leather whip, and the horse indeed became much more steady, carrying Lin Ping directly back to the main city.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" A group of servants and maids lined up in two rows and greeted him in loud voices, their faces bearing eerie smiles, as if to say: No need to hide it, we all know.

Clearly, this was thanks to Li Mingxuan and the others. In order to keep Lin Ping's secret, they emphasized to all the servants and maids: they must not tell the princess about the prince consort's visit to Miss Lu.

Lin Ping gave Li Mingxuan a cold look and thanked him for his kindness with a leather whip.