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

Go back and wait? The Embroidered Uniform Guard was the one who initiated this operation. Lin Ping, are you mistaken? Besides, given my personality, would I ask others for help?

So Xia Linglong nodded and said softly, "Oh... you need to be careful, the other party is very likely a member of Nightshade."

That's right, Xia Linglong only listens to Lin Ping.

"Nightmare?" Lin Ping trembled upon hearing this name; even from the name alone, one could guess how terrifying they were.

"It's an organization that kills people after nightfall, specializing in eliminating dissidents for court officials," Xia Linglong explained, hoping Lin Ping wouldn't act rashly.

"Bounty hunters? I'm afraid their motives aren't so pure either." A cold glint flashed in Lin Ping's eyes. He had already blacklisted Nightshade; he hated people who would stop at nothing to make money.

Xia Linglong cared about Lin Ping, and before leaving, she didn't forget to leave behind two skilled members of the Imperial Guard. However, she didn't dare to be too open about it, lest she attract the attention of the emperor and bring him to his death.

There was one thing that Lin Ping was kept in the dark about: Xia Linglong's identity. This was not a stepping stone for his rise to power; it could very well become a stumbling block.

In order to break the deadlock in the court, the king was willing to marry Xia Linglong off, so why would he care about the life of Lin Ping?

If he finds out that the person who stole his daughter's heart was Lin Ping, he will surely raise a sharp knife.

Therefore, all of Lin Ping's painstaking efforts may very well be a joke, and his identity will be exposed sooner or later.

Before that, he had to become powerful enough that the king would not dare to kill him.

"Don't worry, you scoundrel, I will never let you get hurt in the slightest, nor will I be in any danger myself." On the way back, Xia Linglong's mind was filled with images of Lin Ping, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

That's right, it's precisely because Lin Ping and Jiang Yunying have broken off their engagement that she at least has some hope.

After getting back into bed, Lin Ping tossed and turned, with images of Xia Linglong appearing in his mind from time to time. It wasn't that he liked her, but rather the heartwarming feeling between friends.

Since Lin Ping transmigrated, he has had few friends besides his family and Jiang Yunying, with Xia Linglong being one of them.

Especially when you first arrive in a new place, the feeling of encountering an old friend is indescribable.

Aside from a touch of warmth, Lin Ping felt mostly cold. Xia Linglong had rekindled his longing for Jiang Yunying. He didn't know how much time he had left to squander, nor how long Jiang Yunying could hold out.

"Don't worry, my wife. Rescuing you is my lifelong obsession," Lin Ping said firmly in his heart. Every time he thought of this, his longing for Jiang Yunying would increase.

Rescuing Jiang Yunying is a story for later. The most important task right now is to catch the flower thief and leave a good impression on the prefect. The prefect is the most important official in Yingtian Prefecture. If you, Lin Ping, want to establish yourself here, you must get along well with the prefect. How can you miss such a great opportunity?

Moreover, Xia Linglong's safety is at stake at this time, and no mistakes can be tolerated.

Lin Ping had long anticipated that the flower thief wouldn't be easy to catch, so he set up a trap in advance. However, he didn't expect the flower thief to come to him on his own initiative, and he almost lost his life.

Lin Ping felt it necessary to set up a tight net within the courtyard of Xuanji Hall.

Thinking about this scheme, Lin Ping felt guilty. The other party was just a simple young girl, yet she had to become a pawn in his plan to catch the flower thief.

"Foolish woman, it's my fault, Lin Ping, but I won't allow you to be hurt in the slightest, nor will I allow the Lin family to be hurt in the slightest." Lin Ping said solemnly, unaware that the wounds in his heart were more painful than the physical wounds.

You, Lin Ping, haven't even recovered from the heartbreak of your own relationship, so why would you hurt another person?

In order to be able to walk each step clearly, Lin Ping had to rest immediately, and in an instant, he began to snore loudly.

The next morning, Zhao Ritian dragged his heavy body and knocked on Lin Ping's door. His dark circles and listless state of mind indicated that he had not slept well the night before.

He was almost killed, and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground. He was in no mood to sleep. It was a huge breakthrough that he was able to muster the courage to step out of his room today.

"Huh? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Ye Liangchen asked in confusion, thinking that Zhao Ritian was having some kind of hysteria.

Zhao Ritian was practically cursing. "We're so close, we even share a bed. Ye Liangchen, do you really have no sympathy at all? Or are you even more stoic than Master Ping?"

"Master Ping will explain it to you with his fists!" Zhao Ritian smiled coldly, boldly guessing Lin Ping's actions.

This prediction proved remarkably accurate. Before Ye Liangchen could react, a heavy punch shot out from inside the room, landing squarely on his nose, causing bright red blood to flow continuously.

"This is corporal punishment!" Ye Liangchen said, covering his nose, genuinely confused about what had happened.

"Corporal punishment? I wanted to chop you up! What were you doing last night? You didn't even come out to take the blow for me. Xiao Tian did well in that respect. Although he was scared to death, his loyalty is evident. He'll be rewarded with a chicken leg tonight." Lin Ping said angrily, leaving Ye Liangchen dumbfounded once again.

In order to die knowing the truth, Ye Liangchen begged Zhao Ritian to tell him the truth. When he heard this shocking scene, he suddenly felt that the pain in his nose bridge was gone.

The area outside Xuanjitang was already packed with people, and Lin Ping maintained his rule of treating thirty patients a day.

Practicing medicine and saving lives was merely his hobby; his ultimate goal was to gain fame among the feudal lords. What did it matter that he sat in this small clinic every day?

Of course, Lin Ping wouldn't stand idly by and leave someone to die. He had Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen number the patients according to their conditions, and those with ordinary typhoid fever would receive a free bowl of Xiao Chai Hu Tang (Minor Bupleurum Decoction).

This decision was revolutionary, directly unveiling the veil of exorbitant profits in the pharmaceutical industry.

An illness that would have cost several taels of silver before could now be treated for free at Xuanji Hall.

This would undoubtedly cause the other two major medical institutions to lose a significant amount of profit, and Xuanjitang is also likely to become a target of their attacks.

Even without looking further ahead, one can guess a thing or two just by looking at the sour face of the doctor from Yiyuantang across the street.

After several days of seeing patients, Lin Ping's medical skills improved even more, especially in surgery, where he was truly miraculous and brought people back to life.

He is somewhat lacking in internal medicine, especially for some acute illnesses, since traditional Chinese medicine is slow to take effect and he lacks some specific drugs.

Lin Ping also considered manufacturing a batch of modern drugs. Although the process was somewhat complicated, it could be completed with the existing technology, it would just take more time.

The idea was eventually shelved, at least since he didn't have an urgent need for modern medicine at the moment.

"Master Ping, Miss Zhou has been waiting outside!" Ye Liangchen whispered to Lin Ping after all the patients had left.