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

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, which can be considered the most peaceful period of time since Lin Ping transmigrated.

The prefect stayed obediently in his office, constantly adjudicating cases for the common people, and he became quite diligent.

Lin Ping didn't believe this guy had changed his ways; he was probably plotting something in secret.

After their decline, the Su family settled down. The father and daughter opened a small shop, which, although not very competitive, was enough to make a living.

After being castrated, Yuchi Xiang became depressed and could not wait for Zhang Hongyuan to bring him happiness. He wanted to enter the palace to seek refuge with the Thirteenth Prison, but he was afraid of suffering. His most urgent task was to heal his easily reopened wound.

Lin Ping became a free man, spending most of his time in the city lord's mansion and occasionally going to Mingyue Tower to provide guidance.

As the weather warms up, the price of iced porridge has gradually soared, and now it can sell for one hundred taels of silver a bowl.

If you eat twenty or thirty bowls a day, you can make a net profit of more than two thousand taels of silver.

This was just a small amount of money. Customers attracted by the iced porridge flooded in like a torrent, and the threshold of Mingyue Tower was almost broken by the crowds.

Many foreign businessmen have signed up for cards, finally freeing themselves from the constraints of the small size of Jiangchengfu Market.

That evening, Lin Ping boldly barged into Jiang Yunying's room and was somewhat disappointed to find her dressed very conservatively.

"What's going on, my husband? Are you itching for a beating?" Jiang Yunying glared at Lin Ping, guessing that he had something to say, otherwise he wouldn't dare to barge in like that.

"My wife, the competition with the Lord of the Mountain City will be in a few days. I would like to discuss this with my father and uncle in advance," Lin Ping said seriously, even putting away his longing and lewd gaze.

"Yunying will go and invite Uncle right away!" Jiang Yunying was overjoyed, finally waiting for Lin Ping to bring up this matter on his own initiative.

Late at night, Jiang Xiuwen arrived with Jiang Yunlie in a menacing manner. It must be said that Jiang Yunying was efficient in her work.

"Ping'er, what is the purpose of gathering everyone here?" the city lord asked impatiently, looking tired and even dozing off.

Lin Ping glanced around but didn't see his mother-in-law. He then realized that he had ruined his father-in-law's plans and would most likely be in for a beating.

Jiang Xiuwen glared at Lin Ping with a fierce look, and even brandished the leather whip in his hand, meaning: You, Lin Ping, are really asking for trouble. I didn't come looking for you, but you actually went out of your way to get close to me.

Faced with the intense killing intent of the two men, Lin Ping remained neither humble nor arrogant. After performing all the proper courtesies, he solemnly said, "I wish to discuss the matter of the struggle for the city lord with my father and uncle."

"How dare you, a junior, interrupt such an important matter?" Jiang Xiuwen said irritably, practically implying that Lin Ping was an outsider.

This is understandable, as this matter concerns the rise and fall of the City Lord's Mansion, and there can be no mistakes. Jiang Xiuwen does not believe that Lin Ping has the ability to do so.

"So, Uncle is confident of victory?" Lin Ping replied sarcastically, determined to get the other party to change this self-righteous bad habit.

"This...that is true..." Jiang Xiuwen stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence. If he were truly confident of victory, why would he have suffered such a crushing defeat in the last competition?

"Hmph! Although I can't do anything about it, Yun Ying is confident of victory. It's said that she not only pioneered a new training method but also developed two incredibly powerful weapons," Jiang Xiuwen said arrogantly, as if it were his achievement.

"Oh? Is that really so?" The city lord's listless face perked up a bit. He had also heard that the private army's strength had increased significantly during this period, and that they even possessed some kind of treasured sword that could cut off a bull's head.

"Wife, Father is asking you a question!" Lin Ping rolled his eyes at Jiang Xiuwen, urging Jiang Yunying to answer urgently, naturally wanting her to tell the truth and slap the gorilla in the face.

Jiang Yunying glared at Lin Ping, knowing what he was thinking, but not wanting to take credit for it, she said, "The private army has indeed acquired better training methods and two sharper weapons, but... this is not Yunying's achievement."

"Could it be that kid Ji Yang? I've always said that kid is promising, but you just wouldn't believe me." Jiang Xiuwen pouted and snorted coldly, clearly intending to blame the city lord.

The Ji Yang he mentioned was the Commandant of the Private Army's Central Guard, who commanded 5,000 private soldiers. His position was higher than Pang Xingji's, and he was considered Jiang Yunying's right-hand man.

This man was highly skilled in martial arts and handsome, and was quite favored by Jiang Xiuwen, who had always wanted to bring him and Jiang Yunying together.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yunying always treated the other party as a brother and had no romantic feelings for him. Besides, the other party had a bright future ahead of him and should not marry into the city lord's mansion.

Later, the governor forced Jiang Yunying to marry, and she had no choice but to marry ahead of schedule. Ji Yang also took the initiative to ask to marry into the family, but was rejected by Jiang Yunying again, which gave Lin Ping an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Jiang Xiuwen has always held a grudge about this, and even deliberately suppressed Lin Ping. Now he has forcibly brought up this topic again.

“It’s my husband!” Jiang Yunying didn’t want Jiang Xiuwen to continue deceiving himself, so she said loudly, “These were all my husband’s ideas. I was just coordinating from the sidelines.”

"Not only that, my husband also personally trained the private army, which made him very popular with the soldiers, and even Ji Yang admired him greatly."

Jiang Xiuwen knew that Jiang Yunying never lied, so he blushed and lowered his head.

The city lord laughed loudly and replied to Jiang Xiuwen's words, "Brother, the son-in-law I chose is still the best. Your taste is too outdated!"

"Just some fancy tricks," Jiang Xiuwen said dismissively. "Then tell me how we should deal with this fight."

It's no wonder they're so obsessed with Lin Ping; after all, he's a spendthrift with an unconventional lifestyle. He's good at tinkering with novel gadgets but doesn't understand military strategy at all.

Lin Ping glanced at Jiang Xiuwen and said to the city lord, "May I ask, Father, where will this battle take place?"

"Since this involves Yancheng, it will naturally be carried out around Yancheng," the city lord replied truthfully, thinking that Lin Ping didn't even know this most basic thing.

"Are there any people from the Mountain City Lord in Yancheng? How many private troops should we send on this trip?" Lin Ping didn't keep them in suspense and went straight to the point.

What appears to be a simple competition may actually involve a larger conspiracy. After all, the Lord of Mountain City had already sent troops to the border of Jiang City last time, and it's hard to say that he might have other plans this time.

The city lord also knew the seriousness of the matter, and said in a low voice, "Yancheng has been occupied by the mountain city lord for many years, and there must be a lot of private troops stationed there. We need to send at least two thousand private troops to ensure our own safety."

Lin Ping smiled and nodded, continuing, "Indeed, there are two thousand private soldiers, but not two thousand were sent out; two thousand were left behind!"

"What? You mean to send out eight thousand private troops?" The city lord gasped, hardly daring to imagine it.

Since the establishment of the city lord, at most five thousand private troops have been dispatched to ensure the safety of the city lord. Now, Lin Ping is making an outrageous demand to send eight thousand people, showing no regard for the safety of the city lord.

"You little brat, do you want to die?!" Jiang Xiuwen stormed up to Lin Ping, on the verge of exploding, and even suspected that Lin Ping was a spy sent by the enemy.