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

When the little girl started crying, Lin Ping was completely at a loss. He not only had to put down his crossbow, but also had to patiently comfort her.

"Hey, stop crying, I'll put down the crossbow, okay?" Lin Ping put away his villainous face.

However, the other party not only did not stop, but cried even more sadly, which clearly had nothing to do with Lin Ping's threat.

Before Lin Ping could ask, the little girl was already sobbing, "Wan'er is really useless. Master is sick, and Wan'er can't even find a doctor. She finally managed to take Miss to Xuanji Hall, but was humiliated by the divine doctor."

Lin Ping was initially puzzled as to why the head of the family was nowhere to be seen despite such a major incident in the manor. He assumed the head was bedridden. However, he disagreed with the last part about being humiliated by the divine physician from Xuanji Hall.

"I've heard that the miraculous healers of Xuanji Hall are benevolent and compassionate. How could I possibly humiliate you?" Lin Ping asked, puzzled. For a moment, he forgot his own predicament. There were two strong men outside the door. If the little girl continued to cry like this, they might burst in at any moment.

"Before Miss and I even entered, the miracle doctor had put up a big sign that read, 'Rich people and dogs are not allowed to enter,'" Wan'er replied while wiping away her tears.

That's true. Lin Ping did indeed have Zhao Ritian put up such a sign, originally for publicity, but unexpectedly it actually kept people who needed treatment out.

"The doctor only said that the rich are not allowed to enter. You can wear some ragged clothes and you will definitely be able to get in," Lin Ping replied, still not wanting to break the rules.

Upon hearing this, the little girl actually stopped crying, staring at Lin Ping with her big, watery eyes, and asked in confusion, "Is that really true?"

She seemed to have forgotten that Lin Ping was still a lecherous thief, treating him as a listener. When she suddenly heard that the divine doctor would help the head of the household cure his illness, her mood improved considerably.

"You're not a miracle doctor, how would you know what a miracle doctor is thinking?" Wan'er continued to wail, not believing Lin Ping's words at all.

"Young lady, please open your eyes wide, okay? The real miracle doctor is right in front of you! It's definitely not a fake." Lin Ping was a little anxious.

As a doctor, he has a responsibility to treat and save lives. Upon hearing that the patriarch of the Lin family was bedridden, he should have gone to check on him immediately instead of making sarcastic remarks.

There was nothing I could do; it was your fault for sneaking into Miss Lin's boudoir at night.

Now he is considered a lecherous scoundrel, so his words carry little weight and are not credible.

"Master runs a salt business, but now he can't buy any salt. Many of his old customers have come to his door. Miss runs around every day, even begging others, but she still can't buy any salt. In desperation, she agreed to marry the son of the transport official." Wan'er cried even more sadly.

"Salt merchants? Interesting." Lin Ping muttered to himself, immediately coming up with several feasible solutions.

It's good that we can't buy salt, because Master Ping has salt. We can work together.

It's understandable that the Lin family couldn't buy salt. In recent years, the salt fields in Wu Kingdom have been in a slump, with low salt production. Most of the salt in Yingtian Prefecture is supplied by Yangzhou.

The salt transportation was handled by the Salt Inspector, who was also the local governor. However, not long ago, the governor was driven away and lost the right to transport salt from Yancheng, which led to a severe shortage of salt in Yingtian Prefecture.

Thinking of that last sentence, Lin Ping felt inexplicably sad.

He had heard some things about Miss Zhou before. She was not only a stunning beauty on par with Miss Li, but also the apple of Mr. Zhou's eye, and was spoiled and willful since childhood.

Judging from what happened last night, Lin Ping was also certain that the rumors were true; he had almost died at the hands of the other party.

Such a wealthy young lady would most likely yearn for freedom in marriage. Even if her parents arranged a marriage for her, she would refuse with a lot of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide. But now, she actually took the initiative to ask to marry the son of the fortune teller. What kind of determination and helplessness does this show?

Wan'er completely ignored Lin Ping's presence, and continued as if talking to herself, "Now, Wan'er has let this lecherous thief go again. She's so stupid."

Lin Ping didn't like hearing this. In the 21st century, he would be a model youth; in the Wu Kingdom, he would be a divine doctor for ordinary people. When did he become a lecher? He had to refute it.

"Little sister, which eye of yours saw that I was a lecher? Did you perhaps strip your young lady of her clothes?" Lin Ping asked softly.

"Oh!" The little girl was startled by the sound. How come there was someone else here?

Didn't this thief overhear everything Wan'er said?

To be honest, Wan'er didn't see Lin Ping do anything inappropriate to Zhou Xiyin, so she could only pout and reply, "You broke into the young lady's boudoir."

Lin Ping did not deny this point. Indeed, he had come to understand the ancient Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues. Even in order to catch a lecherous thief, one should not rashly break into someone's boudoir.

“Why didn’t you mention that the servants outside also went in?” Lin Ping retorted.

I wasn't the only one who entered Miss Lin's boudoir; your six servants' eyes were gleaming, and they might be peeking too.

"They went to catch a lecherous thief." Wan'er puffed out her cheeks in anger. You lecherous thief, don't try to deny it. Don't think you can fool me, Wan'er.

"Perfect timing, I was also there to catch a lecherous thief!" Lin Ping explained. "Didn't your young lady mention that there was a member of the Imperial Guard inside? If I were truly a lecherous thief, would I have survived his embroidered spring blade?"

Wan'er also heard about this matter and was puzzled. The Embroidered Uniform Guard was a notorious ruthless official, and criminals targeted by them could not possibly escape. Thinking about it this way, Lin Ping might really be wronged.

"Are you really here to catch a lecher?" Wan'er asked doubtfully, suddenly feeling that Lin Ping didn't seem like a bad person, after all, bad people are all ugly.

"It's absolutely true! If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning!" Lin Ping swore to the heavens, practically saying, "May I be the one who got the light out."

In this feudal society, superstition was rampant. People truly believed in divine retribution, and even swearing an oath to heaven could be considered important evidence.

Wan'er stared at Lin Ping for a few more moments, and suddenly felt that he wasn't so bad after all. She pouted and said, "Wan'er will believe you for now, but if you want to leave, you must get the young lady's forgiveness."

"That woman is brainless, how can I get her forgiveness?" Lin Ping felt a chill run down his spine, not believing that Lin Xiyin was as naive as Wan'er.

Moreover, Zhou Xiyin has been extremely irritable lately and wants to vent her anger on someone. It's already a great favor that she didn't send him to the government office, so how could she possibly believe that he is a good person?

You should never try to reason with a woman; she's the anti-human species that bleeds for seven days every month and doesn't die.

"Could it be that you don't dare to go?" Wan'er pouted, suddenly no longer wanting to trust Lin Ping. Our young lady is very reasonable; if she doesn't dare to go, there must be something wrong.

"Huh? Where are those two servants who were so attentive to you?" Lin Ping asked in confusion, directly leading the little girl astray, which was his usual style.