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

"Old man, have another drink." Holding the wine bowl, Lin Ping downed the drink in one gulp, completely ignoring what the doorman was shouting.

Lin Fugui also drank it all in one gulp, and he was overjoyed.

In his view, his son should always come first, and he didn't care about the city lord.

Seeing that the father and son did not react at all, the doorman stamped his feet in frustration and announced again, "The city lord has arrived."

Even if the city lord himself were to arrive, he would still need the master's permission and could not force his way in.

The only advantage they received over others was that the doorman would announce their arrival immediately, and the master would also have to rush out to greet them.

But the two of them acted as if nothing was wrong, continuing to drink.

"The city lord has arrived?" Lin Fugui muttered drunkenly. "I wondered who it was, but it's the city lord."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, then after careful consideration, he plopped down under the table, instantly perking up. "What? The city lord has arrived? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

The city lord is the highest-ranking official in Jiangcheng City, and he usually takes good care of the Lin family. Although the two families are no longer related by marriage, they still have some contact on a regular basis.

In other words, the entire Jiangcheng City is someone else's territory. If you want to continue living here, you have to respect the city lord's authority.

Lin Fugui hurriedly put on his shoes, bent over and tried to run outside, but was blocked by a wall of flesh.

"Old man, why are you running? Keep drinking." Lin Ping was also drunk, and he was swaying as he walked.

In Lin Fugui's mind, Lin Ping was the emperor, several levels higher than the city lord. If the emperor didn't allow him to go, how could he dare to go?

Moreover, the reason he wanted to curry favor with the city lord was mostly because of Lin Ping. Now that Lin Ping doesn't even like the city lord, there's no need for him to shamelessly try to please him.

"Go tell the city lord that we are drinking and ask him to wait a little longer," Lin Ping said with a disdainful look.

“That’s right, he’s drinking right now. Tell him to wait.” Lin Fugui mimicked Lin Ping’s tone, sounding exactly like an old vagrant.

The doorman was so frightened that his face turned pale and his lips trembled. He knew Lin Ping's personality and dared not say a word of dissent, much less offend the city lord.

With just a few words from the father and son, the doorman would suffer the consequences, likely being chopped off by the dozens of guards surrounding the city lord.

The distance from the backyard to the front yard was only a hundred meters, but it felt like an eternity to the gatekeeper. When he reached the end, it was likely to be the end of his life, since the spears and lances in the hands of the city lord's private army were known to eat meat.

Along the way, Menzi's mind raced, and he eventually came up with a decent reason.

"Reporting to the City Lord, the master and young master have already gone to bed. Perhaps... you could reschedule for another day," the doorman stammered.

Upon hearing this, the two guards immediately flew into a rage, drew their swords, and said, "Another day? The city lord doesn't like that kind of thing. Quickly have Lin Ping come to see us with his pants up."

It's a good thing Lin Ping wasn't here, otherwise he would have definitely mistaken them for driving.

The two gatekeepers were terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. That gleaming longsword was capable of slicing a skull in two, whether horizontally or vertically.

"Don't be rude!" the city lord shouted, and the two guards obediently retreated.

He came here to ease tensions with Lin Ping, so how could things get worse?

"Don't worry, Father. My brother-in-law usually takes his pants off for a bit at this time, and he'll be up in no time." Jiang Yunyu smiled mysteriously, thinking he knew his brother-in-law quite well.

He didn't think too much about it; Lin Ping was indeed prone to doing those kinds of things when he was in the city lord's mansion, and he often tempted the little fat boy to do the same.

If Lin Ping hadn't resolutely left, that unbreakable clothing-changing alliance wouldn't have collapsed.

The city lord nodded and decided to wait a little longer. He knew that Lin Ping wouldn't be asleep at this time, and it was probably true, as Jiang Yunyu had said, that he was just testing Lin Ping's patience.

The two gatekeepers' chests were pounding. They didn't have the courage to face the city lord, and they didn't dare to slip away in advance. They kept making faces like chrysanthemums.

Inside the mansion, the sound of bowls clinking could be heard from time to time. Lin Ping even deliberately raised his voice to recite poems and couplets, showing off quite a bit.

The two doormen were drenched in icy sweat, and felt like they wanted to die.

Isn't your young master sleeping? What's with the drinking? Don't think the city lord is easy to fool; he can't even recognize his son-in-law's voice.

They were already in trouble for being stopped at the city lord's door, but now they've been accused of deception as well.

The two men's knees buckled, and they knelt down with a thud, saying nothing, letting the city lord figure it out for himself.

The guards were so angry they were practically spitting fire, and some even considered slashing the gatekeeper with their swords.

The city lord, on the contrary, acted as if he hadn't heard anything at all, patiently waiting in place.

Next, every fifteen minutes the gatekeeper would relay the message again, each time being thoroughly scolded by Lin Ping, with two large footprints clearly visible on his chest.

"Lord City Lord, you should go back. Young Master is probably not going to wake up," the doorman said tactfully, kneeling on the ground.

The city lord had waited for a full hour. If he had waited any longer, a bloody incident might have occurred. The two gatekeepers would have been the first to suffer. The best outcome would have been to persuade the city lord to return.

He could only shake his head helplessly and shout loudly into the mansion, "Ping'er, if you still acknowledge me as your father-in-law, then show your face."

The voice had no authority whatsoever; it was more of a plea and a plea for help.

"Young Master, really, why doesn't he come out to see the City Lord?" the doorman muttered to himself. He wondered what Lin Ping had eaten at the dinner table. Did he have leopard or tiger eggs? He was far too bold.

"What if I don't want to admit it?" Lin Ping staggered over, still holding a wine bowl in his hand, reeking of alcohol.

"Lord City Lord, I, Lin Ping, have long since severed all ties with you. If you wish to claim kinship, you may return. If your aim is to confiscate the Lin family's property, then so be it," Lin Ping said curtly, showing no respect to the City Lord.

"Ping'er, you've misunderstood." The city lord, looking as aggrieved as a child, kept explaining to Lin Ping.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or the truth, I really don't want to see you," Lin Ping said calmly.

From the moment Jiang Yunying left, he had no further connection with the City Lord's Mansion, and he no longer cared about the City Lord's feelings.

“Yun Ying has indeed left, but you can still stay in the City Lord’s Mansion. If you wish, you can immediately become sworn brothers with Yu’er. If you do not wish, you can also serve as a guest advisor and command 10,000 private troops at will,” the City Lord said sincerely.

He went to great lengths to persuade Lin Ping to stay.

"Very well, I will lead my private army to attack Lotus Palace tomorrow," Lin Ping replied coldly.

"This..." The city lord blushed, clearly realizing he had shot himself in the foot.

"I'll agree to anything except this condition."

"Sorry, apart from my wife, there's nothing special about the city." Lin Ping said dismissively.