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

"Young master, please open the door." Wan'er stamped her feet anxiously, but dared not knock loudly, for fear of disturbing Zhou Xiyin who was fast asleep.

Inside the room, there was no sound except for Zhou Xiyin's peaceful breathing.

"Silly woman, don't worry, nothing will happen." Lin Ping held Zhou Xiyin's delicate hand, gently touched her forehead with his thin lips, sat down on the ground, and leaned against her.

"Sigh... what a mess this is." Zhou Yecheng kept sighing outside the door, circling the huge courtyard countless times.

He naturally dared not disturb Lin Ping, but he was also worried about Zhou Xiyin's condition, which is why he kept sighing anxiously.

Of course, he had to look on the bright side. Lin Ping was a divine doctor, and as long as he was there to protect her, even the Black and White Impermanence couldn't take Zhou Xiyin's life.

Lin Ping stayed by Zhou Xiyin's side all night and wouldn't let anyone in.

Perhaps it was because of all the things that happened that night, or perhaps the effects of last night's alcohol, but in any case, Lin Ping fell asleep without realizing it.

When he opened his eyes, it was already bright daylight, but he found Zhou Xiyin lying there, forcefully dragging a blanket.

She clearly hadn't noticed that Lin Ping was awake, and kept muttering, "He's such a grown man, doesn't he know how to cover himself with a blanket when he sleeps? It must be the sins I committed in my past life that I have to take care of this person who can't take care of himself even though I'm injured."

Just as Zhou Xiyin was about to exert force by grabbing the blanket, she was suddenly pressed down on the bed by a pair of large hands, and two handsome faces were pressed tightly together, making her breathing rapid.

"You...you're awake." Zhou Xiyin blinked her watery eyes repeatedly, feeling an indescribable mix of joy and nervousness.

Those cold, piercing eyes are just too captivating!

I'm so embarrassed... What should I do? What should I do?

Zhou Xiyin's heart was pounding wildly, and she was indeed like a young girl in the throes of first love.

"Stupid woman, if you move your arm any more, it'll be ruined. Try it if you don't want to," Lin Ping said domineeringly, as if he wanted to devour Zhou Xiyin.

If they're not going to move, they're not going to move. It's not like they're being disobedient. Why scare them?

She pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction. She lay obediently on the bed, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Ping.

"Don't move or make a sound. Let me check your wound." Lin Ping removed Zhou Xiyin's large robe, pulled open the gauze on her shoulders, and pressed his face against her fragrant shoulder.

"I can't wait any longer." Just then, Zhou Yecheng rushed in anxiously. Lin Ping hadn't opened the door all night, and he was getting really worried.

It was already dawn, and even newlyweds shouldn't be doing anything intimate at this time.

As he stepped over the screen, an eye-watering scene unfolded.

Lin Ping straddled Zhou Xiyin, bending over and pressing his head against her fragrant shoulder, seemingly doing something... intimate.

Zhou Yecheng blushed, covered his eyes with both hands, and silently repeated three words in his mind: I didn't see it, I didn't see it.

As he left, a strange smile played on his lips, and he kept muttering to himself, "Yinyin is so lucky..."

Is this the kind of thing a father should say?

Just because Lin Ping still had the energy to ride on Zhou Xiyin so early in the morning?

"Hmm, it's healing quite well." Lin Ping was so focused on checking Zhou Xiyin's wound that he didn't even notice Zhou Yecheng's accidental intrusion.

"Hurry up and get down, or Father will misunderstand you." Zhou Xiyin's face flushed red all the way to her ears.

Even though the two had already gone through the wedding ceremony, it was still embarrassing for the father to discover such a shameful thing. Moreover, it wasn't Zhou Xiyin who had gone through the wedding ceremony with Lin Ping.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding could there be? We've already gone through the wedding ceremony," Lin Ping retorted with a pout, displaying typical male chauvinism.

In modern times, this would be called male chauvinism, or being a "straight man," and he'd be unable to find a partner.

But in the Wu Kingdom, he would be depicted as tall and mighty.

If Zhou Xiyin hadn't been injured, she would definitely have pounded his chest with her little fists, making "sob sob sob" sounds.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiyin's face darkened, and even her wounds throbbed with pain. She uttered a few words with displeasure, "It wasn't me who was married to you."

Jealousy! A strong, intense jealousy! Lin Ping felt a sour sensation throughout his body.

He had to admire a woman's intuition; even though Zhou Xiyin was locked in the woodshed, she could roughly guess that someone was impersonating her and then marrying Lin Ping.

If this happened to someone else, she would definitely think that the other party had ulterior motives. But since it happened to Lin Ping, she still thought he had ulterior motives—his handsome appearance or his intelligence.

Being too outstanding isn't necessarily a good thing for a man; countless beautiful women will flock to him, and he won't be able to shake them off.

"Hmph, she doesn't deserve it!" Lin Ping's eyes turned cold as he uttered these emotionless words.

"Who is she?" Zhou Xiyin asked curiously, though a secret joy simmered within her.

She was certain that Lin Ping was genuinely angry when he mentioned the other person, which meant that Lin Ping still cared about her the most.

"Princess," Lin Ping said calmly.

He spoke calmly, but she was terrified.

The princess and her husband have already gone through a wedding ceremony? Does that mean she still has any status?

Lin Ping saw the worry in Zhou Xiyin's heart and explained, "She and I only made a deal, just to catch the flower thief."

Would you really go through a wedding ceremony just for a business deal?

A sudden thought struck her, and she inexplicably choked up: "So, our marriage was also for the purpose of catching the flower thief?"

Rather than saying women have a strong sixth sense, it's more accurate to say they are meticulous.

This marriage is between the two of them. Although it was a princess who was supposed to be the one to perform the wedding ceremony, others did not think so.

In other words, Lin Ping was willing to risk her reputation to capture the womanizer, so it seems that his feelings for her might not be genuine.

Women are fickle and easily moved. If Lin Ping says no, she will resolutely burrow into his broad and strong chest.

However, it does not.

He didn't want to deceive her, and he didn't want to deceive himself either.

Since your heart is already filled with Jiang Yunying, then don't bother with other girls.

Looking at Lin Ping's expression, she got her answer. Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she forced an awkward smile, saying, "Can you tell me your story?"

The two were already husband and wife in name, but she was unaware of Lin Ping's past, which made her feel somewhat wronged.

Lin Ping also opened up, starting from the moment he married into the Marquis's family, not wanting to hide a single detail.

This was both a confession and a meeting; after all these days, he finally dared to mention Jiang Yunying's name in front of a second person.

“She is very happy.” Zhou Xiyin did not cry hysterically, nor was she furious. She just smiled faintly, full of envy.

Even before the wedding, Zhou Xiyin had considered the worst-case scenario. Lin Ping was simply too outstanding for her to be worthy of. But her girlish heart compelled her to think positively. So what if she got hurt? What if she could find happiness?