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

In the middle of the night, inside the tent, Lin Ping lay naked on the simple bed, his empty, lifeless eyes staring at the tent ceiling. Even the sound of Jiang Yunying entering the room did not disturb his thoughts.

"Husband, what is this..." Jiang Yunying looked at Lin Ping with a puzzled expression, feeling a mix of emotions. He was a wealthy young master, so there was no need for him to take on these responsibilities for the city lord's mansion, and he didn't expect anything in return.

"Is my wife worried that her husband will lose to Lian Ping tomorrow?" After hearing Jiang Yunying's words, Lin Ping came back to his senses, but remained lying motionless on the bed.

"I'm worried that my husband will catch a cold since he's not wearing pants or a blanket..." Jiang Yunying said softly, her face flushed. She really didn't understand why Lin Ping was doing this. Was he showing off his superiority? But he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Lin Ping blushed, found a small piece of cloth the size of his palm to cover his private parts, and sat up cross-legged.

"My lady, I suspect you are a spy sent by the enemy," Lin Ping said in a serious tone, his lewd gaze betraying his thoughts.

Jiang Yunying, unaware that he had made a lewd joke, immediately became serious. She truly did not understand why Lin Ping would say such a thing. She was a princess of the city lord's mansion; how could she possibly be an enemy spy?

"Then why did you drain my energy at this critical moment? You clearly wanted Lian Ping to win." Lin Ping's serious expression was quite annoying. If it weren't for the fact that he had to play tomorrow, Jiang Yunying wouldn't mind making sure he never had to wear underwear again.

"Husband, your behavior could easily lead to the extinction of your lineage!" Jiang Yunying glared at him fiercely, truly unable to understand what was going on in Lin Ping's head; in short, it was worse than excrement.

Lin Ping's bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said in a low voice, "Perhaps after tonight, the City Lord's Mansion will..."

"Husband, please don't say anymore. This is a calamity that the City Lord's Mansion is destined to face. You have already done very well." Jiang Yunying placed a jade-like finger in front of Lin Ping's mouth and said affectionately.

She knew all too well how capable Lin Ping was; he probably couldn't even defeat one of Lian Ping's men. Not only that, the Mountain City Lord's three thousand private troops had already blocked their retreat. They might very well form an encirclement with the five thousand private troops lying in ambush nearby. Whether they could return alive was another matter entirely.

Jiang Yunying was grateful for Lin Ping's actions; at the very least, he refused to let the city lord go with Jiang Yunyu, which gave the city lord's mansion a chance to make a comeback.

Lin Ping forcefully pushed away Jiang Yunying's jade-like fingers and said seriously, "Of course I did very well. Tomorrow, we will not only win the competition, but also eliminate many enemies. What I want to say is that after tonight, the City Lord's Mansion will become stronger than ever before. My wife is always saying discouraging things. When have you ever seen your husband fail?"

"My husband often fails when it comes to consummating our marriage!" Jiang Yunying rolled her eyes at Lin Ping and walked away, still unable to stand his boastful manner.

It's as if he can't breathe without boasting for a day, wishing he could boast about every single ox in the Wu Kingdom and then taste it to see if it's salty or bland...

After Jiang Yunying left, Lin Ping became dejected again. He was unsure of what tomorrow would bring, as plans can change. The reason he was so serious in his boasting was to avoid worrying Jiang Yunying.

On this day, the weather was clear and cloudless. The private armies of both sides stood on either side of the arena, all looking eager to fight.

This is the final competition. Regardless of who wins, the other side will have objections. Truth may very well emerge from the sword, so we must prepare in advance.

Jiangcheng Prefecture's private soldiers gripped their sword hilts, and after thinking about the immense power of the dog-leg swords, they immediately felt more confident. Even though they were outnumbered, they might not necessarily suffer a crushing defeat.

Due to the rules of the competition, both sides still drew out the last bamboo stick. When Lin Ping stepped onto the field, everyone in the entire Shancheng Prefecture burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Haven't you ever seen a master before?" Lin Ping walked arrogantly into the middle of the crowd, rushed towards the arena, and then leaped, spun around... and crashed into the wall.

The arena was only three feet high, and Lin Ping couldn't climb it no matter what he tried. In the end, he could only awkwardly turn around and ask Jiang Yunying behind him for help.

"Husband, why don't we just admit defeat?" Jiang Yunying said, covering her face, and then tossed him onto the arena like a chick.

"Admit defeat? No way." Lin Ping stood tall and proud, exuding an imposing aura, but his cool demeanor didn't last three seconds. He chuckled, "Is it too late now?"

"It's too late!" Lian Ping had already leaped into the air, but his limp body almost crashed onto the stage, not much better off than Lin Ping.

It was precisely because of Lin Ping's existence that he was often misunderstood by the Lord of Shancheng. Today, he should prove himself and preferably kill this bastard. Anyway, the governor and the Lord of Shancheng are in cahoots today, and he will most likely say that Lin Ping died of a sudden illness and that it had nothing to do with him.

Then, a highly respected doctor was brought in to testify, and the matter was dropped. It was just that Lin Ping was unlucky to have chosen such a formidable opponent.

After shouting "Start!", the governor smiled and whispered in the mountain city lord's ear, "Brother Lian, don't worry. Lin Ping can't withstand one shot from my nephew. We'll just say he was scared to death."

The mountain city lord nodded, still somewhat confident in Lian Ping's strength. Although he didn't have the innate advantages that Lian Bai had, he was highly talented and showed signs of surpassing him.

In his eyes, Lian Ping was always the most promising, but the other party had recently done some absurd things that were simply unbelievable, which made him change his mind.

However, the root of the problem lies with Lin Ping. As long as the other party dies, Lian Ping will still be his most beloved son.

"Husband, you're usually the most clever one, so please don't make a fool of yourself today. If you have to admit defeat, then admit defeat." Jiang Yunying clasped her hands tightly together, her palms sweating profusely. She was definitely more nervous than Lin Ping himself.

"Draw your sword!" Jiang Xiuwen was so anxious he couldn't sit still, really wanting to step in for Lin Ping.

As for why Lin Ping didn't draw his sword, there's only one reason: he had already reached the level of being one with the lowly and the lowly, so he didn't need to take up a sword.

"Lin Ping, today is your death day!" Lian Pingping held up his spear, his face ashen, the spearhead trembling incessantly, as if it might fall to the ground at any moment.

At this moment, Lian Ping hated Lin Ping to the bone. If it weren't for Lin Ping, he would probably have destroyed the city lord's mansion a month ago, then asked the city lord of the mountain city for credit, and inheriting the title would only be a matter of time.

He wished he could skin Lin Ping alive, remove his bones, drink his blood, and eat his flesh—the more cruel, the better.

Lian Ping hadn't found an opportunity to deal with Lin Ping personally, but now that the two were standing together on the stage, it was a golden opportunity that he was not about to let go.

Even though I'm a bit weak these past few days, it's enough for me to defeat them.

Facing the cold, long spear, Lin Ping showed no fear. Instead, he straightened his back even more, his face suddenly darkening, and his pupils contracting sharply, sending chills down one's spine.

"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Lin Ping's voice was ghostly and eerie, his terrifying eyes staring straight at Lian Ping.

His aura was even stronger than that of a true master, and even Jiang Yunying behind him felt a little scared.

"My husband's eyes... are so cold," Jiang Yunying murmured to herself, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man on the stage with a sense of bewilderment.