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

"Brother is back! Brother is back!" Upon seeing Lin Ping, Lin Xiaomei cheered with joy, almost as if she wanted to announce it to the whole world.

The sound immediately startled Lin's mother, who then ran briskly, completely out of character for her age.

These past few days, Lin Ping has been to Mingyue Tower and met Lin Fugui, but he hasn't seen his mother. No wonder Jiang Yunying asked Lin Ping to divorce his wife on the grounds of being unfilial; there's some truth to that.

"My son, let your mother see if you've lost weight." Lin's mother looked Lin Ping up and down. If she weren't afraid of upsetting him, she probably would have pinched his cheeks and touched them gently.

"You brat, this is such a big deal! Go and tell your father right away. We should close up shop early today. No, no, don't open for business for the next three days!" Lin's mother said anxiously.

Lin Ping remained listless and couldn't hear what the two were saying. Otherwise, why would he allow Mingyue Tower to close for three days? That would have wasted so much money.

Of course, at this moment, he didn't care about money. Even if he had a lot of money, he couldn't buy real social status, nor could he command an army of 100,000 to conquer Lotus Palace in one fell swoop.

Lin Xiaomei had been in frequent contact with Lin Ping lately and knew a bit about his thoughts. She didn't go to find Lin Fugui immediately, but only asked in confusion, "Where's sister-in-law? Why didn't she come?"

In Lin Xiaomei's opinion, the two of them were practically inseparable, so Jiang Yunying had no reason not to come back with them.

Lin Ping looked up at Lin Xiaomei, but her empty and lifeless eyes were somewhat frightening. The piece of cardboard with "Letter of Divorce" written on it fell to the ground.

Lin Xiaomei hurriedly picked it up, her round eyes staring intently at the words on it, and asked in confusion, "What does it say? I can't read."

That's right. Lin Xiaomei entered the Lotus Palace at a young age, where there were no academic classes, so it's normal that she can't read.

Jiang Yunying was literate because she had hired a tutor before going to Lotus Palace. After entering Lotus Palace, Jiang Lanfeng often taught her as well, since she was shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the City Lord's Mansion. It wouldn't do to only know martial arts but not be literate.

"A letter of divorce," Lin Ping said weakly, not wanting to explain any further.

"What? You divorced your sister-in-law?" Lin Xiaomei pouted, her anger written all over her face. She said sternly, "Hehe, from now on, brother can finally live in the manor and will no longer have to suffer at the city lord's manor."

"Good riddance! I'll go find a matchmaker right away. I heard that the girl from Old Wang's family next door is already of age." Lin's mother was beaming with joy, and she had already taken out several thousand taels of silver notes from her sleeve, obviously to hire the best matchmaker.

In this feudal society, marriage between men and women was arranged by parents and matchmakers. If a family's son couldn't find a wife, it was because they hadn't found a good matchmaker.

Faced with the two chattering chatterboxes, Lin Ping felt truly helpless and didn't even put on his spendthrift act.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaomei quieted down, as if she felt that something was wrong with Lin Ping. She had seen how much her brother and sister-in-law loved each other, so why would he divorce his wife for no reason?

"Brother, are you unhappy? Let me show you with my sword." With that, Lin Xiaomei brandished her long sword, continuously creating lotus patterns.

Seeing the sharp sword moves, Lin Ping flew into a rage: "Enough! Don't think that just because you have some martial arts skills you can do whatever you want. Sooner or later, I, Lin Ping, will wipe out your Lotus Palace from the roots!"

Lin Xiaomei stopped abruptly, her sword falling limply to the ground. Although Lin Ping often scolded her, he had never lost his temper like this before, and there was even a murderous glint in his eyes.

"It's all because my swordsmanship is not good enough, brother, don't be angry." Lin Xiaomei wiped away her tears with a wronged expression, actually wanting to show concern for Lin Ping.

The little girl's crying finally calmed Lin Ping down, and he realized that he was a complete bastard.

The city lord's mansion clearly treated him as an outsider, yet they still shamelessly offered their help. Even though their own younger sister always sided with him, he was still reprimanded.

Blood is thicker than water; Lin Ping finally understood the meaning of this phrase. No matter how down on his luck or how despicable he was, this warm home would always embrace him.

Lin Ping bent down, picked up the sword from the ground, and carefully handed it to Lin Xiaomei, saying softly, "It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with you. I shouldn't have taken my bad mood out on you."

Lin Xiaomei wasn't stupid. As if she had made a connection to something, she immediately gripped her longsword tightly and said fiercely, "I'm going to wipe out the Lotus Palace right now!"

Although these words were somewhat presumptuous, they demonstrated Lin Xiaomei's attitude and determination. Even though she didn't know what had happened, Lin Ping had just said he wanted to eliminate the Lotus Palace, so she was going to help her brother.

"All I truly have are my parents and my younger sister," Lin Ping thought to himself, finally understanding the meaning of different degrees of closeness to one another.

Lin Ping stopped Lin Xiaomei and asked seriously, "What exactly is the Lotus Palace, and how can it be eradicated completely?"

These words also brought Lin Xiaomei to her senses. How could she possibly eliminate the Lotus Palace on her own? So she counted on her fingers and said, "The Lotus Palace divides its disciples into several levels according to their strength: Yellow Lotus, Blue Lotus, White Lotus, Black Lotus, and Red Lotus..."

In Lin Xiaomei's mind, it seems that the Red Lotus is the highest level, because Mo Youying is only a Red Lotus.

"Perhaps there are also purple lotus flowers," Lin Ping added.

"Purple Lotus? Brother, do you mean the Purple Lotus who possesses the Four Great Swords?" Lin Xiaomei gasped, clearly having never had the chance to see such a master.

"How many disciples does Jiang Zhongtang have, what are their strengths, and where is the Lotus Palace headquarters?" Lin Ping asked a series of questions, and Lin Xiaomei's eyes kept darting around, but she managed to remember them all.

"Jiangzhong Hall has five hundred Yellow Lotus members, one hundred Blue Lotus members, twenty White Lotus members, five Black Lotus members, and a Red Lotus Hall Master." Lin Xiaomei first explained the situation of Jiangzhong Hall, and then continued, "The headquarters is said to be located in the deepest part of Yandang Mountain, where ordinary people cannot find the entrance at all."

Lin Ping roughly calculated that, based on the assumption that one Huang Lianhua was equivalent to ten ordinary soldiers, the Eight Halls alone could be worth ten thousand troops, and the headquarters could withstand at least fifty thousand troops. In addition, with the advantageous terrain, it was estimated that even leading an army of one hundred thousand might not be enough to take it down.

In that case, Lin Ping underestimated the Lotus Palace. No wonder they don't take the City Lord's Mansion seriously, and even plot to unite with the Great City Lord's Mansion. This would likely be detrimental to the entire Martial Kingdom.

"I'm tired and want to rest for a while," Lin Ping said weakly. He knew that breaking through the Lotus Palace was not something that could be done overnight, and he might never be able to do it in his lifetime. However, he was a loser who refused to admit defeat, and he would grit his teeth and keep going even if there were a thousand difficulties.

Being tired means it's time to sleep, and sleeping is a big deal. Before sleeping, you need to take a bath and change clothes. If Lin Ping hadn't stopped her, Lin Xiaomei would have had to play the role of a maid.

Lin Ping collapsed onto the bed, lying there quietly, his mind blank, feeling a relaxation he had never experienced before.