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

"Where is the son-in-law?" Zhou Yecheng was a little nervous because he hadn't seen Lin Ping for a long time. Although the wedding night was precious, the guests hadn't left yet, and he shouldn't have gone into the bridal chamber so early.

The servants all shook their heads. They had already turned the latrine upside down. What if someone fell in?

There are examples of people dying in the pit, and Lin Ping, drunk, might very well follow in his footsteps.

These servants were quite honest; they searched for a long time but couldn't find him. The whole courtyard was filled with the smell of dredging the latrine.

Those guests who were nearby felt their stomachs churning, but they dared not curse in the Zhou residence, so they swallowed the food that was just about to enter their mouths.

Zhou Yecheng panicked completely. The servant he sent to the bridal chamber returned in a cold sweat, his pale face saying it all.

"Master...Master, it's all blood!" the servant gasped, trembling with fear, his heart pounding.

The Imperial Guards took away the flower thief's body, but did not clean up the bloodstains on the floor, which even contained yellow brain matter; the scene was quite horrific.

"What? Where are the son-in-law and young lady?" Zhou Yecheng staggered back a few steps, his back against the courtyard wall, almost falling to the ground. His head was buzzing, and he didn't dare to listen to the servant's answer.

Even though the servants didn't say anything, he already knew the answer in his heart. If Lin Ping and Zhou Xiyin were safe and sound in the room, why would he panic?

Moreover, the pool of blood on the ground simply doesn't make sense.

"Silly woman, hang in there, we're home." The gate of the Zhou residence was pushed open amidst everyone's attention, and Lin Ping, with a strength he didn't know he had, carried her all the way with one effort.

She nestled in his arms, peaceful and serene, showing no signs of her serious injuries.

Even though Zhou Xiyin was unconscious, she could still feel things. The warmth from Lin Ping slowly flowed into her heart, and she found peace.

The blood-stained body terrified everyone.

The unsuspecting guests were startled and deliberately avoided those murderous eyes.

Xia Yeran was also startled. He knew Xia Linglong's plan and thought that the two of them could easily catch the flower thief, but it seemed that this was not the case.

The Minister of Personnel and the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review both had ashen faces, so gloomy they could drip water.

Although Lin Ping was covered in blood, he was still alive, and Zhou Xiyin in his arms was also breathing.

There are two possibilities. First, the flower thief succeeded, Zhou Xiyin was insulted, and Lin Ping arrived too late and had a fierce battle with the flower thief. He may have won, but he didn't catch the thief, since the flower thief had accomplices.

Secondly: The flower thief was killed by Lin Ping!

Even though the possibility was small, it still jumped into their hearts.

Lin Ping cast a cold, stern gaze at the two men, like melting snow from an iceberg, chilling them to the bone.

These two were high-ranking officials in the court, and they had seen all kinds of storms and waves. They had long since developed an arrogant and disdainful look, but they were still startled by Lin Ping.

He wanted to escape and use the crossbow to kill the two men. Even a fool could tell that the flower thief was connected to them, but he didn't. Instead, a cold smile played on his lips. "Kill you? That's too easy!"

He never showed mercy to his enemies, but this time was an exception, because killing the enemy directly was boring and even brought him trouble.

Lin Ping has a hundred ways to ruin them, and he doesn't mind taking it one step at a time.

At the same time, he glanced at Xia Yeran, his eyes equally cold, as if to say: From today onwards, we owe each other nothing and will never meet again!

Xia Yeran knew that Lin Ping might be angry because of this last-minute change in the plan, but he had no choice but to capture the flower thief without fail.

He was too ashamed to explain, and he knew that Lin Ping wouldn't listen to explanations and that his tone was self-humiliating. It was better to wait and see, and make a plan after figuring out the whole story.

Xia Yeran had thought Lin Ping would owe him three favors, but those cold eyes told him that the last favor was dispensable, and it was best if he didn't owe it to anyone.

After this incident, Lin Ping completely lost hope in Xia Linglong. Or rather, he had always been arrogant. How could a mere playboy think he could confide in a high and mighty princess? How naive! How laughable! How pathetic!

Suddenly, Lin Ping burst into three maniacal laughs, his face contorted in a particularly ferocious manner, startling the guests.

Even though they didn't know the situation, the guests dared not linger. What if this guy had gone mad? He was covered in blood and might kill someone.

The Minister of Personnel was the first to leave, without even saying goodbye to Lin Ping.

The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review followed closely behind, while the other guests strolled past him with smiles on their faces, not daring to linger for even a moment.

"Young Master Lin, what's going on?" Qi Tianzhang mustered his courage and asked softly beside Lin Ping, keeping a distance of about three meters.

Lin Ping's expression was cold and stern. He didn't want to say a word and walked straight ahead, completely ignoring Qi Tianzhang.

"Young Master Lin must be tired. Let's leave quickly," the Salt Transport Ambassador said, trying to smooth things over and avoiding any bad luck.

After speaking, the two hurriedly left, leaving Xia Yeran as the only guest in the vast Lin family compound.

"Father-in-law, I do not wish to see this person." These were Lin Ping's first words, chilling to the bone, his eyes as still as a deep well.

Zhou Yecheng was in a dilemma. The other party was the Prefect, the highest-ranking official in Yingtian Prefecture. He would have to rely on him for business in the future. With his mere Lin family, did he have the right to drive him away?

However, Lin Ping's words left no room for doubt, and Zhou Yecheng knew very well who had bestowed all these honors upon the Lin family.

So what if he's the prefect? ​​Doesn't he still have to curry favor with my son-in-law? That's right, stand up for yourself!

“Your Excellency, please leave. The Zhou residence does not welcome you!” Zhou Yecheng not only followed Lin Ping’s instructions but also added his own opinion.

It's not just Lin Ping who hates you, but the entire Zhou family!

"Lin Ping, let me explain..." Xia Yeran realized that the situation was not good and a sense of fear arose from the bottom of her heart.

He is the king's nephew, a proper prince, and now he is the prefect. His noble status is enough to make him look down on the world. Why would he be afraid of a mere Lin Ping?

"Please, Your Excellency!" The servants, their eyes cold, surrounded them.

They dared not lay a hand on the prefect, but they were able to keep him in place.

Want to apologize? Ask my son-in-law if he agrees first.

Before Lin Ping, Xia Yeran, who was once high and mighty, didn't even have a chance to apologize.

Not only him, but even the princess herself was brought to tears by Lin Ping. If you want to cooperate with Master Ping, you should be prepared to be bullied in advance.

Not wanting to make a fool of himself, he flicked his sleeves and strode away, determined to find Xia Linglong and get to the bottom of things.

"My dear son-in-law, what exactly happened? Why is Yinyin unconscious?" Zhou Yecheng asked anxiously, looking at Zhou Xiyin's dying state, he was also at a loss.

He still didn't answer, and carried the sleeping Zhou Xiyin step by step into the bridal chamber.