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

"Why haven't they come out yet?" Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen, who were waiting outside the courtyard wall, were getting a little anxious.

"Isn't Master Ping going to get arrested? Should we report this to the authorities?" Zhao Ritian scratched his head anxiously, finally coming up with this suicidal idea.

"Report to the authorities, my foot!" Ye Liangchen slapped Zhao Ritian on the back of the head and explained, "Master Ping went to pick flowers. Reporting to the authorities would be like walking into a trap. Maybe this Miss Zhou will see that our Master Ping is mighty and handsome and let him stay overnight."

Ye Liangchen is right; let's imagine the process of the two reporting to the authorities.

The prefect sat in the hall, pounding the gavel forcefully, and shouted, "What grievances do you have?"

"Your Excellency, my family's rice is missing," the two replied.

"How was it lost?" the prefect asked again.

"It was lost when we were stealing chickens!" the two replied tremblingly.

As expected, the prefect not only refused to help them find rice, but also punished them for stealing chickens.

Zhao Ritian chuckled upon hearing this and said, "I suppose that's right. Our Master Ping is a miracle doctor, so his abilities in this area must be quite impressive. It looks like we'll be working on this for a while tonight. Let's go back and wait."

Ye Liangchen agreed, and walked back to Xuanji Hall with a lewd smile, mistakenly believing that Lin Ping was enjoying himself.

However, the person in question was like this... "Let me out! I, Lin Wuqing, refuse to accept this!" Lin Ping shouted loudly from inside the woodshed.

That worked, and two burly men immediately entered. "You, Lin Wuqing, aren't you convinced? We'll give you a chance to take on two of us. If you're so capable, bite us. If not, just wait to laugh and cry."

The original plan was to tickle him once every half hour, but whenever Lin Ping resisted, the servants would start the torture earlier.

After a while, Lin Ping became much more obedient. In other words, he was laughing so hard his stomach cramped up, he didn't have the energy to shout anymore.

At this moment, the light was still on in Miss Zhou's boudoir. The little girl with pigtails asked, choking back tears, "Miss, are you really going to marry that Young Master Ruan? Wan'er heard he's a playboy!"

Miss Zhou, who had been full of energy just moments before, instantly lost her composure and said in a low voice, "Alright, you can leave now. I want to rest."

In Wan'er's eyes, Zhou Xiyin was a spoiled young lady who enjoyed playing pranks on others every day; she had never been so sad and distressed before.

In other words, there was no room for negotiation. The once spoiled and willful young lady was ultimately defeated by life and had no choice but to shoulder the burden.

This was the master's decision, and Wan'er dared not say a word. She was just a maid, and her words carried no weight. She couldn't possibly make any difference. Was she supposed to elope with Lin Xiyin?

"Heavens, why are you so unfair to my young lady?" Wan'er muttered to herself, head bowed, completely believing it was fate.

"Father, your daughter will not let this family fall apart!" Zhou Xiyin vowed in her heart, without showing the slightest bit of willfulness or capriciousness.

That night, Lin Ping slept extremely poorly. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he was subjected to torture. As dawn broke, he looked utterly exhausted and dejected; his entire body was in poor condition.

"Sister Wan'er, what brings you here?" Two servants outside the door asked with a fawning smile.

Wan'er was not only Miss Zhou's personal maid, but also a pretty and charming girl. She was considered a goddess by many servants, so her status was naturally high. Most servants treated her with respect.

"Hmph, I'm going to teach this lecherous scoundrel a lesson on behalf of the young lady!" Wan'er said angrily, clearly holding a leather whip in her hand.

She was seething with anger. Even if she couldn't help the young lady out of this predicament, couldn't she at least take it out on this lecherous scoundrel? Lin Ping thus became Wan'er's punching bag.

"Let us do this rough work." Two servants scrambled to carry Wan'er to beat Lin Ping.

"What do they take Master Ping for? A little lamb to be slaughtered?" Lin Pingzhen, who was in the woodshed, listened to the conversation between the three of them and broke out in a cold sweat again.

Compared to the perverted women in the Zhou family, Lin Ping suddenly missed Xia Linglong. At least that tomboy let him hold hands and act spoiled.

"I'll do it myself!" Wan'er was a maid with a bright eye. She gripped the leather whip tightly with her small hands, determined to satisfy Lin Ping's needs in various positions.

The moment the wooden gate was pushed open, Lin Ping panicked. A leather whip as thick as a baby's arm was no ordinary whip. Lin Ping was speechless. Didn't they have whips? Why did every household have one?

Lin Ping was at a loss for what to do. Should he confront it head-on? He was afraid that the rope would simply wriggle slowly on the ground, unable to even protect his vitals.

In that critical moment... the only option was to play dead!

Ideally, one should stick out their tongue three feet long and foam at the mouth; the effect depends entirely on acting skills.

Lin Ping spat all the phlegm mixed with saliva into the corners of his mouth, revealing his long tongue, which he had practiced for a long time, and his whole body was shaking.

"You lecherous scoundrel, today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Miss!" Wan'er said angrily, but just as she was about to raise her whip, she noticed that Lin Ping's whole body was trembling.

Wan'er was, after all, a young girl with little experience and a soft heart. Seeing Lin Ping foaming at the mouth, she panicked and asked anxiously, "You lecherous thief, what's wrong with you?"

The words sounded somewhat comical; the speaker was clearly calling someone a lecher, yet the tone was still one of concern.

Wan'er is a young girl who can't stand seeing chickens killed, so how could she dare to watch Lin Ping die? Besides, if he dies here, the Zhou family will most likely be implicated.

In order not to cause Lin Xiyin any more trouble, Wan'er decided to handle the matter herself.

"The rope... the rope is tied too tightly, it's blocking my blood and qi." Lin Ping explained in a trembling voice, naturally taking advantage of the little girl's lack of medical knowledge.

If you, Lin Ping, were truly in a state of full-body convulsions, would you still be able to utter a complete sentence?

Wan'er firmly believed that Lin Ping's words made sense. If the rope was tied too tightly, it would inevitably cause poor blood circulation. So she hurriedly untied him.

"This little girl is quite easy to fool, much cuter than that spoiled young lady," Lin Ping thought to himself, while waiting for Wan'er to untie him.

The moment the rope was untied, Lin Ping deftly pulled out a crossbow, pressed it against Wan'er's forehead, and whispered, "Don't make a sound, or you'll die a horrible death!"

To be honest, Lin Ping also despised his actions, taking a young girl hostage. But he had no choice; if he just rushed out, he would be beaten to death by the servants outside the door.

Wan'er was probably terrified; her long eyelashes fluttered incessantly, and she didn't utter a single scream.

Just as Lin Ping was about to take Wan'er away, the little girl suddenly burst into tears.

"This little girl is too timid; she actually cried from fright." Lin Ping said helplessly.

Isn't that obvious? You'd cry if you were being held hostage, let alone a delicate woman.

As tears streamed down her cheeks and into her mouth, Wan'er could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears. She choked back sobs, saying, "Wan'er is so sorry, Miss. Wan'er is so useless. Not only can I not help, but I always cause trouble..."