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

"Xiao Chen, squat down! Xiao Tian, ​​step on Xiao Chen's shoulders!" Lin Ping was getting anxious as the flower thief was about to break through the window.

"Don't worry, Master Ping, I will definitely help you carry Miss Zhou out!" Zhao Ritian replied, unaware of the situation, mistakenly believing that Lin Ping was going to entrust such an important matter to him.

"You! Stick to the wall and carry Master Ping up!" Lin Ping continued, almost causing Zhao Ritian to fall off Ye Liangchen's shoulders.

Isn't your courtyard wall ten feet high?

There are many of them in Pingye, and they are all experts at human pyramids. So what if they don't know kung fu?

You can still climb up!

In a moment of pride and complacency, Lin Ping climbed onto the wall, but when he jumped down, he was in a rather disheveled state, looking like a dog face down.

Fortunately, there were no servants in the backyard, only a few maids; otherwise, Lin Ping would surely have had a knife to his throat.

The fall was quite severe. Lin Ping struggled to his feet and gazed at the still-lit room in the distance.

Behind a thin layer of window paper, there is a tall, slender figure, who is now making the gesture of taking off her clothes.

"Holy crap, this is inciting a flower thief to commit a crime!" Lin Ping imagined the erotic scene and almost had a nosebleed, as if he had activated an X-ray function.

"Wan'er, go and boil some more hot water." The woman entered the bathtub, but suddenly felt that the water temperature was not high enough, so she hurriedly instructed the maid.

Actually, the water temperature in the bathtub wasn't low, but it didn't retain heat well and would cool down quickly, requiring the maid to keep adding hot water.

The little maid with two pigtails rushed out in a flurry, afraid that her young mistress would catch a cold. Now that the master was bedridden, if the young mistress also fell ill, the huge Zhou family compound would be without a backbone, and given the grim situation, the Lin family might really collapse.

"May the master recover soon, and may the young lady stay healthy." The little maid muttered as she walked, completely unaware of Lin Ping lying on the ground.

"We don't need this basin of cold water." The little girl forcefully splashed the warm water from the wooden basin, which landed right on Lin Ping's head.

The warm water, exuding a faint fragrance, dripped down his cheeks, and Lin Ping even thought of sticking out his tongue to savor it properly. This was the water from a beautiful woman's bath; it was a great perk.

"I don't know why Miss Zhou always washes her feet before taking a bath." The maid kept muttering, guessing that Miss Zhou was afraid that the smell of her feet would contaminate the whole bathtub, so she washed her feet in advance.

"What? Foot bath water?" Lin Ping wiped his face with both hands, definitely wanting to curse. If he had known this would happen, he should have just rushed in. Crawling on the ground like a sneaky person is not his style.

"They're here!" Lin Ping's eyes flashed, his gaze fixed on the man in black, who was standing on the rooftop, waiting for the right moment to break in, clearly anticipating the little girl's departure.

Even though a single maidservant may not be of much use, having multiple people around to obstruct her will still affect her performance. Being a non-native spouse is not so simple.

Lin Ping is a man of principle. Whenever he looks into the room, he will turn off the X-ray machine so as not to let other women attract his attention. Therefore, he can only observe the actions of the man in black with his naked eye.

"Let's see where you run!" Lin Pingping raised his crossbow and rushed into the room, trying to pierce the black-clad man's thigh with an arrow and see how he could still use his lightness skill.

However, when Lin Ping stepped over the screen, he did not see the man in black, but only the beautiful woman playing in the water.

"This might be misunderstood." Lin Ping's eyeliner darkened, and he consciously took a few steps back.

Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding my foot! Breaking into a woman's boudoir in the dead of night, especially while she's bathing, do you even need to explain? Break both her legs first, then go to the authorities to explain.

"Ah!" The woman screamed loudly after hearing the noise, instinctively covering her private parts with her arms.

"Help! Catch the flower thief!" the woman continued to scream.

"It's a misunderstanding, this is definitely a misunderstanding!" Lin Ping smiled awkwardly, his lecherous little eyes unconsciously glancing at her again. Such fair and tender skin was pleasing to the eye, and any man would have done the same. It was not Lin Ping's fault.

Clang! A window was smashed open, and a silvery-white light shot straight at Lin Ping.

With the help of the dim light, Lin Ping could see the person's attire clearly: a black flying fish robe, a sharp embroidered spring knife in hand—the standard attire of the Imperial Guard. Looking at her smooth face, it was undoubtedly a woman disguised as a man.

"Xia Linglong?" Just as the embroidered spring knife was about to pierce her chest, Lin Ping suddenly called out this.

These words were indeed effective. The other party sheathed his sword mid-air, stared at Lin Ping blankly for a long time, and finally concluded: "Who is this lecher? I've never seen him before!"

"You audacious lecher, surrender now!" The man drew his embroidered spring knife again; if it weren't for Xia Linglong's name, he would have chopped her up on the spot.

"Kill him! Kill him now!" the woman in the bathtub said, pointing at Lin Ping, completely forgetting that she had already exposed herself.

"So it wasn't that girl after all." Lin Ping said with a hint of disappointment when he saw the other person's face, forgetting his own predicament.

"Who are you? How do you know Captain Xia's name?" The Imperial Guard's voice was quite cold, genuinely fearing that Xia Linglong would have any dealings with such a lecherous scoundrel.

Clearly, the other party knew Xia Linglong. Lin Ping wanted to give his name, but then thought it was inappropriate. He wasn't here to find Xia Linglong; it wouldn't be fun if that madman Xia Linglong targeted him.

So he casually replied, "My name is Lin Wuqing, and I have come today to capture the notorious womanizer."

He needed to clear himself of any trouble first; he dared not risk testing the Imperial Guard's prison.

"The thief cries 'Stop thief!' Surrender now and come with me to see the Prefect!" The Imperial Guard held a knife to Lin Ping's neck, behaving quite rudely.

"Go see the Prefect?" Lin Ping was at a loss, thinking, "Aren't the Embroidered Uniform Guards directly under the Emperor? How could they be involved with the Prefect?"

Lin Ping clearly remembered that Xia Linglong dared to arrest even the governor's son, which was enough to prove her noble status and that she should not be subordinate to the prefect.

Actually, this is not hard to understand. The current prefect is Xia Yeran, the king's nephew. He originally planned to take up a position in the imperial court after a year of transition, but a notorious womanizer has appeared in Yingtian Prefecture, which may affect Xia Yeran's political achievements.

Therefore, the king secretly dispatched the Imperial Guards to assist him.

"My lord, you'd better let me go, or the flower thief on the rooftop will really get away!" Lin Ping deliberately raised his voice.

The real notorious womanizer was watching the commotion from the rooftop, waiting for the Imperial Guards to arrest Lin Ping before breaking into Miss Zhou's boudoir. However, Lin Ping had discovered his location, and in a panic, he tried to escape.

The Imperial Guards were no pushovers. They quickly heard the commotion on the roof, shoved Lin Ping aside, and chased after him with their Embroidered Spring Blades.

"This is ridiculous. I already told you I'm not a lecher." Lin Ping exhaled a breath of stale air and was about to leave when he noticed six or seven burly men waiting for him outside the door.