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

Logically, the flower thief could have easily dodged the arrow, but he didn't.

There are two reasons. First, he wants Lin Ping to watch Zhou Xiyin being humiliated. Second, he wants to show off, to catch a blade barehanded... or a crossbow bolt.

The two were not close, and the flower thief was confident that he could catch the crossbow bolt in mid-air and then taunt Lin Ping at will.

He had no martial arts skills whatsoever; his only weapon was his crossbow. Now that the flower thief had caught him with his bare hands, what could he possibly use to resist?

"Foolish woman, don't worry, I'll come to be with you!" As the crossbow bolt approached Zhou Xiyin's forehead, he closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of the tragic scene.

If the plan succeeds, all will be well; if it fails, he is prepared to die with Zhou Xiyin.

To be honest, Lin Ping didn't love Zhou Xiyin to the point of committing suicide for her. He just felt sorry for her, and this was a kind of atonement, which was better than living a life of guilt.

Life is neither short nor long. There are always some things more important than life itself.

"A mere trick!" Just as the crossbow bolt was about to strike, the flower thief released his grip on Zhou Xiyin's neck, and with a sudden tremor in mid-air, he firmly grasped the arrowhead.

Lin Ping's heart skipped a beat... an indescribable joy!

A great mountain was finally washed away by the flood, leaving only a trickle of water.

"Stupid woman, get down!" Lin Ping shouted.

Zhou Xiyin was already prepared, and disregarding the possibility of being hurt by the fall, she leaped forward into the air, her entire face touching the ground.

"Trying to run away?" the flower thief asked, puzzled.

These two must be terrified. I'm a man who can fly through the air using a crossbow bolt. I'm tough, they can't escape.

"Boom!" Just as the flower thief was at his most triumphant, the arrow in his hand suddenly exploded. The powerful impact instantly turned his entire arm into a bloody mess, exposing the white bone, and blood kept flowing down.

Would Lin Ping fight unprepared? Are you kidding me? Knowing he's outmatched, if he doesn't bring out something new, he's practically asking for death.

Therefore, before the wedding, Lin Ping produced a small amount of gunpowder. Although it was not very powerful, if someone held it directly in their hand, it would be difficult for them not to be crippled.

To be honest, Lin Pingzhen never expected things to develop this way. If the flower thief hadn't arrogantly grabbed the arrowheads with his bare hands, the two of them would have truly died here.

Even the author is favoring Lin Ping, so how could he not firmly grasp the protagonist's halo?

After losing an arm, the flower thief grimaced in pain and staggered as he tried to escape.

Lin Ping will give him a chance? Dream on!

Bang bang bang!

Three arrows were fired simultaneously, hitting the flower thief in the back of the head, the back of the heart, and the lower back respectively.

The flower thief fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes filled with resentment and panic.

It's okay, it will be over soon, even this gaze will be shattered.

After the arrow struck the flower thief, it exploded again, tearing his entire body to pieces by the powerful impact.

The tattered flesh crashed against Lin Ping's face, turning him into a blood-soaked mess, which, combined with his already cold eyes, made him appear exceptionally ferocious.

At this moment, Zhou Xiyin had already fainted due to excessive blood loss, and her faint breath was practically nonexistent.

"Foolish woman, you must hold on!" Lin Ping tore open the clothes on her shoulders, revealing her bare shoulders stained red with blood. The deep wounds exposed the white flesh, a truly horrifying sight.

He had anticipated a fierce battle and prepared silver needles, fine thread, and even alcohol in advance, skillfully treating Zhou Xiyin's wounds.

The whole process took only about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Seeing that Zhou Xiyin's wound had stopped bleeding, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, he still had some antibiotics left, so he wasn't worried that her condition would worsen due to wound infection. It was just that her broken body was like a flower swaying in the wind, which could wither at any moment.

Lin Ping felt a pang of sadness, an indescribable unease washing over him.

He draped his large robe over Zhou Xiyin, lifted her petite body with both arms, and held her obediently in his embrace, as if no one could hurt her or take her away.

"Where is the flower thief?" Just then, Xia Linglong finally arrived and asked anxiously, naturally worried about Lin Ping's safety.

He didn't think so. Xia Linglong was worried about the flower thief because of Xia Yeran's career, and it had nothing to do with Lin Ping.

He's just a lowly commoner, how could he deserve the princess's concern? Xia Yeran's career is the most important thing.

Lin Ping chuckled self-deprecatingly. He had naively believed that he had opened his heart to Xia Linglong and that they were at least important friends.

Bullshit! He was nothing more than a tool to be used, nothing more.

"Dead." Lin Ping replied coldly. "Blown to pieces, no trace of his body remains."

Xia Linglong was startled by his cold eyes. She glanced around unconsciously and saw that the ground was covered with bits of meat. Her stomach churned, and she swallowed the meat back down.

"Why did you want to leave no trace of his remains?" Xia Linglong asked instinctively.

She wasn't blaming Lin Ping; it was purely out of the Jinyiwei's habit to destroy evidence, which meant the case of the womanizer would likely be dropped, and their efforts would be in vain.

"Anyone who dares to hurt Yinyin will end up like this!" Lin Ping turned around coldly, his sinister and terrifying eyes quite fitting, which really startled Xia Linglong.

This wasn't just an answer to Xia Linglong's question; it was a warning: my status, Lin Ping, is indeed lowly and despicable. Even so, I can still protect Zhou Xiyin. Try me if you don't believe me.

Using Zhou Xiyin as bait? Sorry, I, Lin Ping, disagree!

For some reason, Xia Linglong suddenly panicked, which seemed out of place for her identity as a Jinyiwei captain. It was only in front of Lin Ping that she would panic.

"No! It's not what you think. Let me explain." Xia Linglong caught up with Lin Ping, spreading her arms to block him, like a little girl who had made a mistake. She had lost all her princess dignity and the majesty of the Imperial Guard.

"Your Highness, there's no need for you to explain to a lowly commoner like me." Lin Ping walked straight forward, bumping Xia Linglong's arm away, but his gaze towards Zhou Xiyin was ambiguous.

Xia Linglong stood there blankly, her nose suddenly stinging, and tears fell to the ground in a steady stream.

"Serves you right, Xia Linglong! You're so shameless! Why would you give up your princess status to like a stinky man? You even secretly married him without your father's knowledge! How ridiculous, how pathetic, how pitiful! Hahaha, you brought this all on yourself!" Xia Linglong knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

It's salty, bitter, and astringent!

For Xia Linglong, this was a novel experience. Having been pampered since childhood, she had never suffered such humiliation before, especially on her wedding night.

Lin Ping resolutely walked forward, not wanting to know what Xia Linglong had said or done.

His only thought was to send Zhou Xiyin back to the mansion as soon as possible, and then stay by her bedside, quietly waiting for her to wake up.

He wouldn't leave until she woke up.