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

With a sharp crack, a large hole was torn open in the roof of the woman's boudoir, and the flower thief stormed out in a rage.

The woman, already terrified by being thrown onto the bed, fainted upon seeing the cold-looking Imperial Guards.

"Where do you think you're going!" Just as the flower thief was about to make his escape, more than a dozen black-robed imperial guards appeared on the rooftop again.

"Hmph, you think you can stop me?" The flower thief's sinister gaze was somewhat chilling.

"How will you know if you don't try?" The leading Imperial Guard had already drawn her Embroidered Spring Blade. In her opinion, the flower thief was only good at light footwork, but his martial arts skills were mediocre.

Suddenly, the flower thief's laugh grew even colder, and even the surrounding air seemed to turn chilly. He said calmly, "Have you ever seen darkness? Have you ever tasted the flavor of darkness?"

These words were already somewhat chilling, and the cold voice only made them more terrifying.

The Imperial Guards were all on edge, their eyes fixed on the womanizer.

With a whoosh, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, the flower thief vanished from the spot, but his sinister laugh lingered in everyone's ears.

The Imperial Guards finally realized their mistake. The Flower Thieves were not only good at escaping, but their strange movements alone could kill many masters.

"Lord Centurion, should we surround them?" one of the Imperial Guards suggested.

The speed of the flower thief was far beyond their imagination. He could even get behind anyone at any time and launch an attack. The best way was for more than ten people to be close together.

"It's just a trivial trick; we mustn't let him get away." The leading Imperial Guard shouted sternly, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and his whole body leaped out like a bird.

Her goal was clear: she had to bring the flower thief back. If more than ten people were close behind her, the enemy would surely escape.

The Imperial Guard seemed to sense the presence of the womanizer, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands and unleashing a leaping slash, attempting to secure a decisive victory.

Under the moonlight, the Embroidered Spring Blade flashed with a cold light, aimed directly at the flower thief's brow.

It must be said that the Imperial Guards were all highly skilled; their attack was swift and decisive, giving the enemy no chance to escape.

"Shadow?" However, the slash did not hit the flower thief. The commander of the Imperial Guard clearly felt his attack miss, staggered a few times, and almost fell off the roof.

"A petty trick." Taking advantage of the moment when the Imperial Guard commander was unsteady, the lecherous thief pulled out a dagger and slashed a bloody gash across her shoulder.

"Protect Lord Baihu!" More than a dozen Imperial Guards realized the situation was dire and quickly surrounded their leader.

At this moment, the Imperial Guards finally understood one thing: the flower thief was not only skilled in light-footed martial arts, but also quite strong. Rather than the Imperial Guards waiting for him to walk into their trap, it was more accurate to say that the flower thief was planning to wipe out the Imperial Guards in one fell swoop.

Forcing a young girl wouldn't cause a city-wide sensation, but killing several Imperial Guards would be huge news. The prefect in charge of maintaining order would likely be held accountable, losing his official position would be a minor matter, but he might end up in jail for life.

"Die, all of you!" The flower thief revealed his sinister gaze once more.

Although he wasn't a top expert, he was more than capable of dealing with more than ten ordinary Imperial Guards, especially since the leader had already been injured by him.

With their attention highly focused, the group was able to keep track of the attackers no matter which direction they came from, so they weren't afraid of being ambushed.

Unfortunately, they underestimated the flower thief's strength. When he appeared, he was already directly above them, his entire body swooping down, his dagger aimed directly at the brow of the Imperial Guard commander.

"Go to hell!" the flower thief said coldly, feeling incredibly pleased with himself.

After killing these Imperial Guards, not only could he throw Yingtian Prefecture into chaos, but he could also immediately sneak into a woman's boudoir for some intimate pleasure.

Whoosh! Another flash of cold light appeared, and the icy arrowhead was aimed directly at the direction where the flower thief was falling. If he insisted on killing the Jinyiwei centurion, he would inevitably be hit in the chest by the arrowhead.

"Damn it, who ambushed me?" The flower thief somersaulted twice in mid-air, the arrow whizzing past him, and he staggered onto the roof.

"It's you, Master Ping!" Lin Ping rushed forward, firing his crossbow incessantly, each arrow aimed at the flower thief's chest.

Left with no other choice, the flower thief retreated hastily, fleeing in disgrace to avoid a counterattack from the Imperial Guards. He only managed to utter a harsh threat in the cold night: "You brat, you better not be alone!"

"Alone? Ping-ye will be alone? If you're so capable, don't leave after school!" Lin Ping replied coldly, as if he were seeing his own youth.

"Chase! Chase after him quickly!" The Jinyiwei commander, his face pale, said weakly. Even though he was seriously injured, he couldn't let the flower thief get away.

"Chase? Are you out of your mind, woman? Whether you can survive is another matter, yet you're thinking of chasing after her?" Lin Ping berated her from under the eaves.

The Imperial Guards weren't all fools; they knew that chasing after them would be suicide, so it was best to bring the centurion back to the garrison for treatment as soon as possible.

"By the time you get back, she will have died from the poison!" Lin Ping shouted at more than a dozen Imperial Guards.

Judging from the expression on the face of the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, it was clear that he had not only lost too much blood, but was also poisoned.

The Imperial Guards panicked, seemingly realizing that the centurion had been poisoned, but they couldn't find a clinic immediately in this remote and impoverished area.

"Put her down, let me try!" Lin Ping said seriously, already taking out the necessary tools from the medicine box.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" The Imperial Guards exchanged glances, none daring to entrust the life of a centurion to a mere Lin Ping.

Aside from his superb archery skills, this fellow doesn't seem to have any other redeeming qualities.

“Our master is a miracle doctor. If even he can’t save him, then your commander is probably truly helpless,” Zhao Ritian said arrogantly.

Lin Ping is the brand name; how can we allow others to question him?

"Let him give it a try," the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard said personally, his weak voice heartbreaking.

She knew her physical condition well and knew she couldn't wait for the imperial physician to treat her. It wasn't that she had a strong will to live, but rather that she wanted to make contact with Lin Ping, who had mentioned Xia Linglong's name before, and perhaps she was the one who tied the knot.

This was a request from a commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and no one else had the right to refuse, so they helped her to Lin Ping's side.

Lin Ping glanced at the Jinyiwei's wound and felt a chill run down his spine. He asked urgently, "The wound is too deep and will spread quickly. I'm afraid we'll have to cut away the rotten flesh, and scarring will be inevitable."

Lin Ping knew that the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was a woman, and that her appearance was probably more important to her than her life. A scar on her shoulder could damage her image.

"We're not afraid of death, so what are we afraid of scars for? Bring it on!" the Imperial Guard said boldly.

Lin Ping didn't hesitate. First, he used scissors to cut off the clothes on the other woman's shoulders, then quickly sliced ​​open her flesh with a sharp knife. Crimson blood flowed down her entire arm, eventually dripping from her slender fingers. She didn't utter a single scream.