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

Lin Ping glanced at the three forces. He didn't recognize the yamen runners leading the group, nor was he familiar with the Imperial Guards leading the group. As for the people from the Dali Temple... he didn't even want to look at them.

Besides these three forces, there was also a man lying in the crowd with a purplish-blue face, who was clearly lifeless. He was the dead man Zhao Ritian had mentioned.

Beside this man was a woman wailing and howling, sitting on the ground, glaring angrily at Xuanji Hall, constantly shouting for them to pay with their lives.

Meanwhile, the doors of Xuanji Hall were tightly shut, where Li Mingxuan and Ye Liangchen usually hid.

If these three forces hadn't been arguing so fiercely, they probably would have broken down the door long ago.

"Who are you?" Lin Ping walked up to the woman and asked coldly.

The woman looked up at him, her expression momentarily blank, before she burst into tears again. Her sharp claws immediately grabbed Lin Ping's calf, and she screamed, "Give me back my Erniu's life! You poisonous doctors who harm people, you'll pay with your lives sooner or later!"

"Oh? You know me?" Lin Ping had already determined the woman's identity, but he was curious as to why she knew he was also from Xuanji Hall.

"I came here with Erniu yesterday to get this medicine. Even if I turn to ashes, I'll still recognize you, you poison doctor!" The woman's eyes sharpened, and she fought Lin Ping with all her might.

Zhao Ritian immediately stopped the woman, pulled Lin Ping into the house, and whispered in his ear, "I was the one who got the medicine for him yesterday."

He didn't want to lie, nor did he want to implicate Lin Ping. He just couldn't understand how Er Niu could have died so suddenly.

"What medicine did you give him?" Lin Ping wasn't sure either. If Zhao Ritian had really caused someone's death, he wouldn't be able to deny it.

"It's just a dose of Bupleurum Decoction, exactly according to the dosage given by my mentor," Zhao Ritian said with a mournful face. He was truly afraid that if he were arrested, even if he was innocent, he would be tortured into confessing.

“I taught you your medical skills, so I should be responsible if anything goes wrong,” Lin Ping comforted him. He couldn’t let Zhao Ritian take the blame for him; in other words, he couldn’t take the blame himself.

Upon hearing Lin Ping's voice, Li Mingxuan boldly opened the door, displaying an arrogant and domineering demeanor that made him dozens of times more imposing and powerful than Ye Liangchen, who was huddled in the corner.

He knew Lin Ping's past identity and had witnessed his many brilliant counterattacks. He didn't believe there was anything in this world that could stump Lin Ping.

"Hmph, my young master is back. Let's see how long you can keep up your arrogance." Li Mingxuan said arrogantly, almost ready to retaliate and slap them in the face.

Our son-in-law is a veteran of the battlefield; he's seen all sorts of bloodshed and carnage.

Even the mighty Lord of Shancheng died at the hands of our son-in-law.

Li Mingxuan didn't take a few mere yamen runners seriously.

Lin Ping was so frightened that he stumbled, inwardly cursing Li Mingxuan's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Isn't this just stirring up hatred?

Times have changed. Without the protection of the Marquis's mansion, Lin Ping is nothing but trash, especially under the emperor's nose.

If you're a tiger, you lie down; if you're a dragon, you coil up.

That's right, I have to make sure I'm in the right place. Lin Ping glanced at his crotch and thought to himself with certainty.

After confirming Lin Ping's identity, the people from the Dali Temple were the first to act, rushing over with knives in hand.

"Holy crap, are you serious?" Li Mingxuan broke out in a cold sweat and obediently hid behind Lin Ping, not daring to say another word.

He's had it so tough. He traveled all this way to find Lin Ping, only to encounter this mess.

Li Mingxuan couldn't help but cry out in his heart: "City life is full of traps, I want to go back to the countryside."

Compared to Yingtian Prefecture, Jiangcheng Prefecture is just a rural area.

Faced with the fierce offensive of the Dali Temple, Lin Ping was not afraid. He did not believe that the Embroidered Uniform Guard would stand idly by.

As expected, two skilled members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard leaped into the air and directly blocked the Dali Temple soldiers.

"Young Master Fu, please don't be hasty," the Imperial Guard captain in his flying fish robe said coldly.

The other party replied with equal coldness, "Since you know my identity, why are you still trying to stop me?"

This person's name is Fu Ling, which is probably a place name, or it may be called Pei Ling by some self-important people. The name is not important; his identity is the key.

He was the Left Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, essentially the second-in-command, holding the rank of fourth grade.

The other party was merely a captain, a whole rank lower than him.

So what if it's a lower grade?

The Embroidered Uniform Guard was a special entity; their Embroidered Spring Blade was equivalent to the Imperial Sword, used to execute corrupt officials and ruthless bureaucrats, and they wouldn't necessarily give you any special treatment.

"This captain is acting under orders; please forgive me, Vice Minister Fu." The captain spoke respectfully, but in his hand he gripped a gleaming embroidered spring knife. The message was clear: "Come at me if you dare!"

Fu Ling dared not make any rash moves. If he were to be beaten up by a mere captain, how would he ever face anyone again?

"Are you a doctor from Xuanji Hall?" the official from the government office asked Lin Ping in a cold voice, coming from behind.

Lin Ping nodded and said, "Exactly."

"Come with us." The head constable said bluntly, not giving Lin Ping a chance to explain, nor allowing him to examine the dead body.

An autopsy is a technical job that requires a professional coroner and is considered one of the most important pieces of physical evidence.

"Come with me." Fu Ling waved his hand and said angrily.

He didn't want to break ties with the Embroidered Uniform Guard, nor could he stand by and watch Lin Ping escape punishment, so he requested to accompany them in the trial.

Normally, this case should be handled by the prefectural government, but the Court of Judicial Review could also get involved, since they are one of the three judicial departments.

It would be somewhat inappropriate for the Embroidered Uniform Guard to intervene, as their main targets are officials in the imperial court, and Lin Ping does not have that kind of influence.

But since they've come, others can't ignore them; at the very least, they have to give them face.

Lin Ping did not resist; in fact, he willingly allowed the constables to restrain him. After being surrounded by them for a quarter of an hour, the group finally arrived at the government office.

He glanced at the deceased in the shadows, his face turning even darker, and shook his head.

When they reached the vicinity of the government office, the deceased's wife struck the grievance drum, a basic procedure that always had to be followed.

In the main hall, Xia Yeran sat upright, forcefully striking the table with her gavel, and loudly proclaimed, "Who is below? Why are you beating the drum to appeal for justice?"

Erniu's wife, Sun, knelt down with a thud and cried out as she accused Lin Ping.

Sun's meaning was roughly this: her husband had caught a cold, and having heard that there was a famous doctor at Xuanjitang, she went there to get medicine.

He thought his condition would improve after waking up, but instead it deteriorated rapidly, and he eventually died at the entrance of Xuanjitang.

"You, you, you..." Xia Yeran pointed at Lin Ping and asked, "Who is your name? Tell me your name right now."

Lin Ping clasped his hands in a fist and said slowly, "This humble citizen, Lin Wuqing, did not murder the deceased. I beg Your Honor to investigate thoroughly."

Xia Yeran was about to cry. Could she please tell me her real name? Just for that, she could go to jail. Besides, was it really okay for her not to kneel before the prefect?

Even though we have a good personal relationship and I don't care, there are many eyes and ears around, so it should be okay to give a token gesture.