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

Over the next few days, Lin Ping traveled back and forth between the palace and the woodshed.

Zhou Xiyin refused to let him go back to his room, and even Zhou Yecheng's pleas were to no avail.

A woman whose jealousy has been outburst can be more ferocious than a tiger. She has already exhausted herself trying to accept Jiang Yunying's existence.

Now, Xia Linglong has suddenly appeared, and she's a high and mighty princess.

Zhou Xiyin couldn't bear this blow.

She admitted that she was of lowly status and had no right to compete with the princess.

But this is the Lin residence, and she has the right not to let Lin Ping into her room.

Sometimes, men need to be kept on tenterhooks; the more you ignore them, the more they get itchy inside.

In the dead of night, Lin Ping tried several times to sneak into the room, but Wan'er chased him away each time.

Life in the woodshed was uncomfortable, and life in the palace was even more nerve-wracking.

For the past few days, Zhao Zefang has been kneeling in front of the princess's palace, hoping that Lin Ping will accept him as a disciple, or at least give him some pointers on his medical skills.

Lin Ping was never stingy; every time, he would... kick him.

Everyone wanted to help him, but Zhao Zefang had no foundation in modern medical theory and was bound by feudal ideas, so it was impossible for him to learn the essence of medicine.

Lin Ping was also powerless to help.

Whenever Lin Ping treated Xia Linglong, the king would arrive right on time.

He suddenly felt that this young man was quite good and should be recruited.

Birth, aging, illness, and death are all part of human nature; everyone gets sick at some point.

If I could befriend a legendary healer and gain a few more years of life, wouldn't that be wonderful?

The king wanted to keep him by his side as his personal physician, which would also put his worries at ease.

Lin Ping is not a canary in a cage; he is a sparrow soaring through the heavens. How could he be controlled by the king and always vaguely refuse the king's requests?

"Three days from now is my birthday. Little Divine Physician, you must come!" the king said with a smile.

"The monarch's birthday? This is going to be a day of universal celebration."

Lin Ping felt a surge of emotion and wanted to join in the fun.

Of course, he had no right to refuse.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; behind the king's smile lies a murderous intent.

If you do it right, you'll get a smiley face; if you do it wrong, you'll get a sickle.

"Will any actors from the Imperial Music Bureau attend Father's birthday banquet?" Xia Linglong asked curiously, not forgetting to wink at Lin Ping.

This question was difficult for the king to answer.

The emperor's birthday banquet naturally wouldn't be complete without entertainers, and even more so with the courtesans from the Imperial Music Bureau.

However, it just felt a little awkward to hear this question coming from Xia Linglong's mouth.

"There are some," the king finally nodded.

It wasn't just a few; the entire birthday banquet was probably filled with performances by entertainers and geishas.

The invited ministers lined up on both sides, drinking and commenting on the actors.

It would be even better if I could write a few more poems.

"The Imperial Music Bureau? Could it be that Jiang Hongling is coming?" The name suddenly came to Lin Ping's mind.

When they parted ways that day, Jiang Hongling had mentioned that she was going to Yingtian Prefecture to celebrate the emperor's birthday.

Several months have passed in the blink of an eye, but he still has no news of Jiang Hongling.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty," Lin Ping said, bowing in gratitude, which was considered his acceptance of the matter.

Having received a modern education, he didn't have much prejudice against these prostitutes.

If not forced by life's circumstances, who would want to go to such a place?

Besides, Jiang Hongling is a woman of integrity who earns money through performing arts. She does so based on her skills, so why should anyone look down on her?

Lin Ping had a fairly good impression of her and wanted to see her again.

To everyone's surprise, Xia Linglong pouted and glared at him, almost speaking ill of him in front of the king.

Women's inconsistent words and actions often leave men puzzled.

"Jiang Hongling? I wonder if she still remembers me."

Inside the woodshed, Lin Ping lay on the ground with his legs crossed, looking quite carefree and relaxed.

He has adapted to life in the woodshed; it is not only quiet but also warm.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the little maid walked angrily to Lin Ping, pouting as she said, "Miss asked me to ask you, is the princess still not well?"

Lin Ping looked up and found Wan'er bending over and looking at him.

This seems to be the angle from which springtime light is just beginning to shine.

Lin Ping stared intently at the other person, swallowing repeatedly.

When I was in the same room as Zhou Xiyin, even if I couldn't eat pork, I could still see pigs running around.

I'm really finding it hard to bear these days, otherwise I wouldn't be acting so sleazy.

Lin Ping sprang to his feet and casually replied, "Let your young lady come and ask me herself."

You can't give a woman a nice look; if you don't discipline her for three days, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.

Lin Ping thought to himself.

Zhou Xiyin not only kicked him out of the room, but also sent a maid to talk to her, showing no sign of being a proper wife.

Wan'er thought he made sense and quickly ran to Zhou Xiyin.

"The young master asked Miss to inquire in person."

"I'm not going!"

Wan'er went to the woodshed again.

"The young lady said she's not coming."

……

"Stop! I can't run anymore!"

Wan'er said breathlessly, "I've run back and forth more than ten times in a row. Even a marathon champion would be exhausted, let alone a little girl like me."

"The princess is all better now."

Lin Ping didn't want to make things difficult for Wan'er, so he answered truthfully.

"The son-in-law says the princess is better."

"Miss asks you, now that the princess is better, why does she still need to go to the palace?"

"The son-in-law said it was the king's request, and that the king had invited him to the birthday banquet in three days."

……

"Keep sleeping in the woodshed!"

This time, without Wan'er's announcement, Zhou Xiyin's voice echoed throughout the entire Lin residence.

When the shrew from Hedong roars, the Zhou family trembles.

Lin Ping no longer dared to underestimate a woman's strength.

"What's wrong with me today? What's gotten into me again?" Lin Ping lay leisurely in the woodshed, his face full of doubt.

"Go to sleep, you don't need to stay here tonight." Zhou Xiyin dismissed Wan'er, and even deliberately left the door slightly ajar.

Lin Ping behaved himself that night.

He remained well-behaved on the second night.

"You idiot, you're so incredibly stupid!" Zhou Xiyin said through gritted teeth, clenching her small fists.

She glanced at her chest unconsciously, and said with a resentful look, "It must be because you're too small to arouse his desire."

If Lin Ping heard this, he would definitely burst out laughing.

You might get beaten up. If you laugh out loud when a woman is being serious, you're probably not far from death.

The three days passed smoothly.

Lin Ping did not continue to the palace, but instead managed the shops.

With the booming development of his three major industries, he has become the hidden richest man.

Fortunately, he has the qualities to be a hands-off manager, otherwise things might really turn out similarly.

The clothing workshop was handed over to Wang Xiao'e, the Mingyue Tower to Lin Fugui, and the salt shop to Zhu Xiaoji. Everyone was doing their job. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Three days later, at dusk, Xia Yeran arrived at the Lin residence in a magnificent carriage.

After the doorman announced the arrival, Lin Ping emerged from the woodshed, looking disheveled, which almost made Xia Yeran laugh.

"Let's go." Lin Ping walked ahead of Xia Yeran, deliberately raising his voice.

For some reason, he had a feeling that something big would happen tonight. He thought he should say goodbye to Zhou Xiyin before leaving, since he hadn’t seen this silly woman for several days and really missed her.

"Idiot, don't you know how to say goodbye to me?" Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Zhou Xiyin stomped her feet in anger, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.