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

Overjoyed, Lin Ping began to actively seek it out, and the warm energy flowed into his body faster and faster.

Jiang Hongling frowned, thinking to herself:

"This guy is only taking in and not giving out; he's completely absorbing her power."

She did not stop there, but tried her best to satisfy Lin Ping.

This was originally a martial art for dual cultivation, where the husband and wife could exchange internal energy to achieve mutual progress.

But Lin Ping only took in and didn't give out; he was essentially absorbing her power.

When she decided to give him his skills, Jiang Hongling had already guessed this outcome.

Anyway, her internal energy is abundant, so it doesn't matter if she shares some with Lin Ping. At worst, she can go back and cultivate in seclusion for two months and then take more elixirs.

This was of great significance to Lin Ping. With these skills, he could rival ordinary masters. In addition, with his right eye's extraordinary observation ability, he could even rival true masters.

Under this immense energy, Lin Ping's blood boiled, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Can you help me rescue my wife?" In a daze, Lin Ping mustered up his courage and asked these words.

Jiang Hongling's eyebrows furrowed in anger, and she suddenly channeled a massive amount of energy into his body, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

Even if he had feelings for Jiang Yunying, he shouldn't have said it at this time.

This could easily lead Jiang Hongling to misunderstand. Could it be that when she offered herself to him, he was thinking of Jiang Yunying?

After Lin Ping fell into a deep sleep, Jiang Hongling calmed down, and the remaining poison in her body completely dissipated.

She sat by the bedside, gazing quietly at Lin Ping's handsome face in the bright moonlight.

"She looks quite good-looking when she's asleep."

Jiang Hongling was momentarily captivated, and a blush appeared on her face as she thought about what had just happened.

"It's a pity that we are not from the same world. After today's parting, I'm afraid we will never meet again."

A pang of sadness struck me, and tears streamed down my face.

Jiang Hongling had feelings for Lin Ping deep down; otherwise, she wouldn't have asked him to detoxify her.

But she knew that she and Lin Ping were from completely different worlds, and that sooner or later they would have to say goodbye.

Now that the mission is accomplished, it's time to leave.

She even had to thank the people of the Xuan Sha Sect for helping her make this decision.

"My dear husband, I'm leaving. Please don't come looking for me." Jiang Hongling gave Lin Ping a light kiss on the forehead, her heart breaking inside.

She said she didn't want Lin Ping to come looking for her, but deep down she hoped he would show up.

She even envied Jiang Yunying, who not only won Lin Ping's heart but also made him search for her desperately.

After placing a martial arts manual and a wooden box on the table, Jiang Hongling burst out of the window. Even while flying in the air, she still couldn't help but glance back twice.

"Miss, you've finally appeared! Did you get the defense map of Wu Kingdom?" A little girl with a ponytail suddenly appeared next to Jiang Hongling.

This person was Xiao Nong, who was responsible for meeting Jiang Hongling outside the palace gate. However, Jiang Hongling had climbed over the wall, and Xiao Nong had been searching for her for a long time.

Jiang Hongling nodded, but remained silent.

"Miss, are you crying?" Xiao Nong asked, both surprised and concerned.

In her heart, Jiang Hongling was an incomparably great figure; how could she possibly cry?

But now the tears in her eyes couldn't lie; she suspected the other person had suffered serious injuries.

"Let's go, let's leave Yingtian Prefecture, let's leave the Wu Kingdom."

Jiang Hongling said calmly.

Xiao Nong knew Jiang Hongling's temperament; it was best not to ask too many questions about things she didn't want to talk about, so she obediently nodded.

Now that the task is complete, Xiao Nong doesn't need to ask any more questions.

In the dead of night, two figures moved swiftly through Yingtian Prefecture, easily evading the city guards before rushing down the city wall.

That night, the palace was in chaos, and thousands of guards failed to find a single thief.

After the eunuchs took stock, they confirmed that the luminous pearl from the Southern Yue Kingdom that had been brought to the palace was missing.

The king was furious. This was a birthday gift for his banquet, not only of great value but also of great significance.

If the Southern Yue Kingdom were to find out, wouldn't they laugh their heads off?

The news was eventually suppressed, as it would be disgraceful for the palace treasury to be stolen from.

The eunuchs in charge of guarding the inner treasury were beheaded, serving as scapegoats in this case.

Although the news was outwardly suppressed, the emperor still assigned the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Court of Judicial Review to conduct a secret investigation.

Inside the Lin residence, Zhou Xiyin had not slept all night, anxiously waiting outside the door wearing only a thin gauze dress.

"Miss, it's late and chilly, you'll catch a cold. Let's go back," Wan'er said worriedly.

"If you are tired, you may go back by yourself. I will wait for my husband to return." Zhou Xiyin looked around, wishing she could sprout wings and fly into the palace to see what was going on.

Even if it's the king's birthday banquet, he shouldn't be absent at this time.

"Could it be that he got drunk and is lying on the street with no one to take care of him?"

Zhou Xiyin kept muttering to herself:

"No, I need to go and check the road leading to the palace."

“Miss, please calm down. There are at least eight or ten roads leading to the palace. Do you know which road the young master is on? Maybe you’ll just leave and he’ll be back, and then you won’t be able to see him at all.”

Wan'er tried her best to persuade her.

On a dark and windy night, it is dangerous for a woman to go out alone, even with servants by her side. Before Lin Ping returns to the manor, Wan'er needs to protect her safety.

"You guys go find the son-in-law along different routes. I'll wait here."

Zhou Xiyin felt that Wan'er's words made sense, but she didn't want to sit idly by and wait for her death.

The servants had no objections; they were also worried about Lin Ping's safety, but they wondered if Zhou Xiyin, a frail woman, could endure waiting all night in the cold.

Wan'er knew she couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she could only bring her a trench coat and drape it over her shoulders.

Lin Ping, who was fast asleep, had no idea what had happened in Yingtian Prefecture that night.

He was woken up the next day when the waiter knocked on the door to bring him water to wash his face.

"Miss Jiang!" Lin Ping suddenly shouted.

Looking around, but unable to find Jiang Hongling, it was as if it had all been a dream.

"Huh? What is this?"

Lin Ping looked at the table in confusion, then suddenly jumped out of bed.

Click!

With a crisp crack, he broke several wooden planks of the sturdy wood floor.

Lin Ping was dumbfounded. The next second, he worried that his heel would break, after all, the force of that kick was so strong that his small body could not withstand it.

After a long time, he was even more surprised that he did not experience severe pain in his heel.

"Could it be that I've become an expert too?"

Lin Ping suddenly remembered that Jiang Hongling had passed on her skills to him. He tiptoed to a chair, slapped it hard with his palm, and easily smashed the chair.

"Is this the power of a martial arts master?" Lin Ping was overjoyed.

"I wonder if I can defeat Jiang Lanfeng?"

He quickly dismissed the idea; he had only gained a little bit of Jiang Hongling's power.

Even Jiang Hongling herself might not be a match for Jiang Lanfeng.

Moreover, there are people in the Lotus Palace who are stronger than Jiang Lanfeng. Such recklessness will only lead to his demise.

"Sir, your breakfast is served." The waiter barged in with a smile.

When he saw Lin Ping, he trembled with fear and stammered, "You, you..."

"What's wrong? It's just breaking a chair. Have you never seen a martial arts master before? Ten taels of silver should be enough."

Lin Ping said with an arrogant tone, truly enjoying the feeling of being envied.

"I've seen experts before, but I've never seen an expert as young as you," the waiter said, pointing to Lin Ping's crotch.

He then realized he wasn't wearing any clothes, and understood that the other person was looking at him with disdain.

"Is big something to be proud of? Short and small is what's truly impressive! A bunch of pedantic humans."

Lin Ping said indignantly.

"Yes, yes, you're right. Those girls in brothels only like younger men." The waiter didn't dare to argue and ran away as soon as he got the money.

"Is this... a compliment?"

Lin Ping was puzzled. Being liked by girls was naturally a good thing, but why was he liked by girls from a brothel?

"No wonder Miss Jiang likes it; so that's why." Lin Ping readily accepted the waiter's assessment.

After putting on the loincloth and then his clothes, Lin Ping returned to the table.

"The Crimson Sun Sword Technique? Is this the martial arts manual that Miss Jiang left me?" Lin Ping was overjoyed.

He had witnessed Jiang Hongling's strength last night, and he figured that the Crimson Sun Sword Technique was probably even stronger than the Lotus Sword Technique.

Not long after, he pursed his lips and said, "My wife said that practicing martial arts is a long-term endeavor, and I'm afraid I can't learn it."

There is a sequence of hearing the truth, and there is a specialization in the surgery industry.

Unaware of his own cultivation talent, Lin Ping only wanted to make money.

Having already been thrust into the spotlight, it was absolutely impossible for him to go into seclusion to cultivate, unless he could quickly master this sword technique.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping felt a warmth in his heart.

In truth, Jiang Hongling understood his thoughts best and directly passed on a great deal of her internal energy.

Although it was somewhat like a cow chewing on a peony, it was of some use to him.

Lin Ping hastily put away the sword manual, treating it as a keepsake left to him by Jiang Hongling.

If a martial arts master were to discover that he was ignoring the Crimson Sun Sword Technique, they would probably be furious.

This is a profound sword manual that they could never obtain in their entire lives. It is not only priceless, but they might not even be able to exchange their lives for it.

His attention shifted to the exquisite wooden box next to him.

"Could this be the location for our next date?" Lin Ping rubbed his hands together and carefully opened the wooden box.

Having already tasted the sweetness of success, he couldn't wait to see Jiang Hongling again.

It's obviously to express gratitude, so don't get the wrong idea.

From beginning to end, Lin Ping only had Jiang Yunying in his heart.

However, a pang of sorrow welled up in his heart. He was not a prodigal son, and no matter why he had a relationship with Jiang Hongling, he had to take responsibility for her.

The moment the wooden box was opened, all other thoughts vanished.

Lin Ping's jaw nearly dropped to the ground; he couldn't lift it up with either hand.

"A pistol! It's a pistol!"

Lin Ping's head buzzed, unsure how to describe his feelings at that moment.

With this pistol, he immediately joined the ranks of experts, and if used properly, he could even kill the Lotus Palace Master in an instant.

Besides excitement, I was mostly curious: how did Jiang Hongling come to have a pistol?

He searched the wooden box incessantly, wishing he could dismantle the wooden planks, but still couldn't find the letter Jiang Hongling had left for him.

In other words, Jiang Hongling is gone, completely leaving his world.

So many doubts, so many worries, so many apologies—who can I share them with?