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

"They killed everyone in the salt mine?" Fu Peiran sighed. "Ruan Dan is really something, acting so impulsively. This could lead to legal trouble."

Those were a full hundred soldiers; how could they possibly have been killed by someone else? He could only conclude that Ruan Dan had committed the murder.

Although this is too bloody and cruel, it doesn't really matter. After all, operating a salt mine illegally is a serious crime, so let's just consider it as them being brought to justice.

The scout shook his head frantically, saying, "The entire Salt Transport Commissioner's men have been killed!"

Fu Peiran was feeling smug when he suddenly heard these words. He stumbled and fell to the ground, his heart stopping.

"What? All one hundred soldiers were killed?" Fu Peiran asked incredulously.

Although these soldiers were not elite, they were numerous and armed, so ordinary bandits dared not approach them. How could they all be killed?

“That’s right, even Ruan Dan is no exception,” the scout added. Now that things had come to this, there was no point in deliberately hiding anything.

Fu Peiran trembled with rage and sighed deeply, "What grudge could they have against us? They actually slaughtered all the people in my Salt Transport Office."

"Who did this? Aren't they afraid of divine retribution?" Fu Peiran's face still wore a sorrowful expression; he had no energy left to be angry.

The scout shook his head: "The body was buried in a large pit near the salt mine. We don't know who killed him."

"Is the Prefect of Jiangcheng not going to do anything about it?" Fu Peiran asked, almost in a frenzy.

That's a hundred lives. Even if they were all killed, there would still be a process involved, and it's impossible that no one saw it.

At the very least, all the workers in the salt mine are suspects, and in principle, the prefect of Jiangcheng should have arrested them long ago.

"There is no prefect in Jiangcheng," the scout replied tremblingly, fearing that Fu Peiran would strangle him to death.

He had also thought of this question and continued, "What about the city lord of Jiangcheng? He has ten thousand private soldiers under his command. Surely he can't even subdue a few petty thugs?"

Lin Ping almost burst out laughing. How could you know that the city lord of Jiangcheng had 10,000 private soldiers? Then why did you send 100 men to their deaths?

"I suspect that it was the city lord of Jiangcheng who killed him..." the scout said tremblingly.

He had just returned from Jiangcheng Prefecture and heard some rumors that pointed directly at the city lord of Jiangcheng.

"This matter is of great importance, and we must not speak carelessly. We need to find evidence first." Fu Peiran hurriedly stopped the scout to prevent Lin Ping from overhearing the secret.

Lin Ping was getting impatient and waved his sleeve, saying, "We will definitely get this money back. The Salt Transport Commissioner's Office, just you wait."

Is this a threat?

I'm afraid not. Lin Ping has never lied. If Fu Peiran knew him, he would probably have already obediently handed over the money.

It's not worth risking your life for 50,000 taels of silver.

“Son-in-law, let’s go back…” Zhou Yecheng was exhausted, and he didn’t want to continue following Lin Ping to make a fool of himself, where he might get his legs broken.

"Oh...it's time to go back." Lin Ping nodded, a look of reluctance on his face.

Throughout the entire day, he seemed to be constantly hitting walls and being insulted.

It's strange, really. He's usually a petty, vindictive person who's never been wronged, but today he's acting like a docile lamb, letting himself be slaughtered.

"Husband, are you alright?" Zhou Xiyin's biggest concern was always Lin Ping's safety. She even felt that Zhou Yecheng had put pressure on Lin Ping, forcing him to go out and face setbacks.

"I'm fine. Your father might be feeling a little unwell," Lin Ping replied casually.

Just as Lin Ping said, Zhou Ye was like a walking corpse, his soul gone.

Zhou Xiyin knew he was worried about the money and the house, so she wasn't too concerned.

Since marrying Lin Ping, she has enjoyed the feeling of being protected and has long lost interest in money. Being happy together is more important than anything else.

Zhou Yecheng collapsed weakly onto the bed, wanting to do nothing but pant.

He knew that Lin Ping had done his best. Some things cannot be forced. He could only blame his bad luck. Before he could rise to prominence, he suffered a major setback.

The next morning, Lin Ping got up early again and said listlessly, "Wife, let's go to the weaving workshop."

"Weaving workshop? What are you going there for?" Zhou Xiyin asked, puzzled.

In recent days, the women in the weaving workshop have gone on strike, causing the entire weaving and garment workshops to stop operating.

Otherwise, Zhou Yecheng wouldn't have taken the risk of buying the house as collateral.

"Go sell it, it'll give you some pocket money," Lin Ping said casually, once again showing his spendthrift nature.

Selling the weaving workshop just to make money? How could you, Lin Ping, come up with such a thing?

This is the only hope for a comeback.

Zhou Yecheng, who had been lying in bed sighing, sat up abruptly upon hearing this and shouted through the window, "We can't sell it!"

If he hadn't been naked, he would have rushed out immediately.

Lin Ping, holding Zhou Xiyin's small hand, ran out the gate, panting as he said, "Let's hurry, or our father-in-law will catch up with us."

Zhou Xiyin wasn't angry at all about this wasteful behavior; on the contrary, she found it very exciting and nodded repeatedly, saying, "That's right, sell the weaving workshop before Father does."

After speaking, Zhou Xiyin found a piece of hemp and tied it to the door bolt, then triumphantly dusted off her hands.

"Wife, what are you doing?" Lin Ping asked in surprise.

“My father is afraid of heights and doesn’t dare to climb over the wall to get out. We have plenty of time to sell the weaving workshop,” Zhou Xiyin said proudly.

Indeed, the more someone knows you, the more opportunities they have to take advantage of you.

This father and daughter are a living example.

The two ran wildly through the streets and alleys as if they were eloping, occasionally looking back to see if anyone was chasing them.

"We probably can't catch up," Zhou Xiyin said, panting, her hands supporting her knees.

Her cheeks were flushed and her body was covered in fragrant sweat from jogging, which only added to her femininity.

"Is this still the same spoiled young lady?" Lin Ping was so mesmerized that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Putting Jiang Yunying aside, isn't this the life he dreamed of in his previous life? Simple and happy.

I wish to find someone who shares my heart and will stay with me till we grow old.

"Hmph, haven't you seen enough yet?" Zhou Xiyin pouted, sounding rather angry.

"I haven't seen enough, I'll never get enough in this lifetime," Lin Ping replied subconsciously.

"Hmph, aren't you afraid of making Sister Yunying angry?" Zhou Xiyin retorted irritably.

Women are all jealous. She wanted Lin Ping to look at her, but she also felt that he was just a substitute, so she couldn't help but get a little angry.

Lin Ping slapped himself hard, trying to wake up, and chuckled, "Let's keep going!"

Would it kill you to say something nice?

Zhou Xiyin was seething with hatred. She wished that Lin Ping could like her without any reservations, even if it was just a lie.