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

"Shameless!" Xia Yeran cursed under her breath, which was clearly heard, but Lin Ping pretended not to hear.

After the two villains were imprisoned, the common people all knelt down and cried out for justice.

This case is so bizarre, even featuring a miraculous resurrection, how could the common people not kneel in awe?

Erniu also kowtowed repeatedly, his eyes filled with sorrow.

He was filled with resentment! His wonderful wife was gone just like that, and he learned a lesson: don't take on a job you're not qualified for.

He's just an ordinary person, why would he want to find a fickle woman? Wouldn't it be better to live an honest and simple life?

"This kind of woman isn't worth your sadness. Go back and find a virtuous woman to live a good life with," Lin Ping comforted him, fully demonstrating his magnanimity.

Erniu was trying to harm him, but he didn't succeed.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Divine Doctor." Erniu bowed again, wiped away his tears, and left. As for whether he could find a new partner, that was up to fate.

The case was closed, and the crowd dispersed, leaving only Lin Ping and Xia Yeran standing in the middle.

"This is the second favor you owe me," Xia Yeran said with a self-satisfied smile.

"This is the second favor the Prefect owes me," Lin Ping replied with the same smile.

Is there anything wrong with what he said?

If Lin Ping hadn't orchestrated this whole charade, would Xia Yeran have become such a sensation and received the adoration of the common people? Dream on!

If we're being serious, Xia Yeran should be thanking him.

"Are we even now?" Xia Yeran smiled mysteriously.

"Of course!" Lin Ping nodded firmly, determined not to owe the other party a favor.

Since ancient times, favors have been the hardest to repay. Once you owe someone a favor, it becomes a lifelong matter and cannot be settled with just a few taels of silver.

Xia Yiran didn't want to get entangled with Lin Ping on this topic, so she changed the subject and asked, "Is your name Lin Ping or Lin Wuqing?"

This can be considered a question lingering in Xia Yeran's mind. As for the answer, it is not important. He wanted to use it to introduce the following text.

"Is there a difference?" Lin Ping asked, his words carrying a double meaning.

To Xia Yeran, he was no different from Lin Ping or Lin Wuqing.

"I don't even know the Prefect's name!" Lin Ping suddenly realized this fatal problem.

The two had met several times, and Lin Ping always used various titles for Xia Yeran, but he had never heard of her name before.

Xia Yeran almost burst out laughing, thinking to herself: Lin Ping, you're nothing special after all, you've actually fallen into their trap.

He tried his best to remain serious, turned around with a flick of his sleeve, and strode towards the backyard, leaving behind three loud characters: "Xia Yeran!"

"Oh, Cao? Surname Xia?" Lin Ping replied with a tone of voice, standing there dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly chased after him.

He was eventually stopped by two constables who dragged him away like a chick, coldly saying, "The magistrate has ordered that Young Master Lin is not allowed to enter. Please leave!"

"Hey! What do you mean? Are you playing me for a fool?" Lin Ping pointed at the government office and cursed loudly.

The name Xia Yeran was so powerful that even a fool could guess the relationship between her and Xia Linglong.

Lin Ping had every reason to suspect that the other party was playing a trick on him. He felt like a pawn being manipulated at will, and this feeling was unpleasant.

Moreover, Lin Ping and Xia Linglong had a grudge against each other, and he couldn't understand what the two brothers were thinking.

Could it be that one is playing the good cop and the other the bad cop?

"Are you trying to play Peking Opera with me? Shouldn't we be singing Huangmei Opera here?" Lin Ping kept cursing outside the door.

He had hoped to gain the magistrate's favor by using the flower thief case, but now he felt like he had fallen into a deep pit, the kind of pit from which he couldn't climb out, filled with cement!

Xia Yeran wasn't stupid; at this critical juncture, she deliberately revealed her identity to Lin Ping, clearly indicating that she was well-prepared.

I'm sure he'll continue to put on this show well and will also help catch the flower thief.

"Young master, please stop cursing." Suddenly, a figure rushed out from behind and covered Lin Ping's mouth, fearing that he would offend the prefect.

Today's events have already caused him enough trouble; if he causes any more problems, no one will help him.

Lin Ping turned around and saw that it was indeed Zhou Yecheng, whose face was full of fawning smiles.

Lin Ping disliked this kind of person. If he didn't feel sorry for Zhou Xiyin, he would never give the Zhou family any benefit.

"Now you know to stand up with a grin on your face. Where were you when I was being accused?" Lin Ping gave Zhou Yecheng a disdainful look, but he wasn't angry.

"Hmph, so what if I cursed him? Why should I be afraid of a mere prefect!" Lin Ping said angrily, truly thinking he was the King of Heaven.

Having witnessed Lin Ping's many skills, Zhou Yecheng believed him, but felt even more strongly that Zhou Xiyin was not good enough for him.

"That's right, how dare a mere prefect challenge my son-in-law? He's asking for trouble!" Zhou Yecheng shouted, mimicking Lin Ping's tone, and even spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

After speaking, Zhou Yecheng glanced at Lin Ping out of the corner of his eye, like a young bride about to enter the bridal chamber.

He addressed Lin Ping as his son-in-law, waiting for the other party's response, just in case the previous agreement didn't stand.

"Father-in-law, keep your voice down. The reason I'm scolding him is because he can't hear me. If he does hear me, he'll get a beating," Lin Ping whispered furtively.

These words left Zhou Yecheng with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, even to the point of feeling like he was dying.

He called me father-in-law! Yes, father-in-law!

Zhou Yecheng was overjoyed, like a young lady, and was about to jump for joy when his face suddenly darkened.

He had spoken ill of the prefect, so a beating would be the least of his worries. The four constables outside the door were staring at him coldly.

Lin Ping took the lead, and the two of them dashed away in a flash.

Zhou Yecheng was panting heavily, not only from exhaustion but also from fright.

Before long, the two passed by the Zhou family mansion again. Lin Ping did not intend to go in, but smiled awkwardly and said, "My parents are in the countryside, which makes things inconvenient for me. My marriage to Yinyin will have to be arranged by my father-in-law."

"Don't worry, we'll give whatever dowry you ask for, as a way of repaying your kindness in raising Yinyin." Lin Ping bowed and clasped his hands in a respectful manner.

Zhou Yecheng was so happy he felt like he could fly away. This rich and powerful son-in-law was not only wealthy and powerful, but also had a pleasant way of speaking. The more he looked at him, the more pleasing he became.

After Lin Ping left, Zhou Yecheng immediately spent a lot of money to invite a fortune teller, as the auspicious date still needed to be accurately calculated.

"Son-in-law, your birth date and time!" Zhou Yecheng chased after him, asking for this important information.

Incompatible birth charts? That's impossible! It's just because the fortune teller wasn't paid enough.

These two must be a match made in heaven, a marriage ordained by the heavens.

Back at Xuanji Hall, Lin Ping was also in a complete mess.

Although everything was going according to plan, Xia Yeran's appearance was somewhat abrupt and might disrupt the plan.

He had planned to sit on the roof late at night and wait for Xia Linglong to appear so he could ask her directly what was going on, but she wouldn't give him the chance!