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

Less than fifteen minutes into the exam, before the other candidates had even started writing, Lin Ping naturally became the center of attention.

"Looks like I'm not last; this guy's score must be even worse."

"Haha, I'm afraid he can't even write his own name. He deserves to be at the bottom."

"I want to memorize the Art of War; I want to surpass him."

Lin Ping's early departure actually put everyone at ease, proving that the questions were difficult and it was normal not to answer them.

Perhaps writing a military strategy essay casually could actually get you a good grade; at least there are words on the exam paper, so you should get some points for your effort.

"This kind of person's exam paper only deserves to be thrown in the trash can, so as not to offend the Minister's eyes." An invigilator crumpled Lin Ping's exam paper into a ball and threw it directly into the trash can.

Lin Ping had already left the examination room, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Thinking about his brief answer, he felt a little regretful. What if he didn't pass the examiner's test? He should have recited a military strategy from memory to grab attention.

"Stop! What do you want?" Two soldiers blocked Lin Ping's way.

Naturally, he was not given a chance to re-enter the examination room.

"Nephew-in-law, it really is you!" A pair of bull-like eyes stared at Lin Ping for a long time before hurriedly walking over after confirming his identity.

"Uncle?" Lin Ping glanced at Jiang Xiuwen curiously.

Thinking about it carefully, this is not surprising, after all, Jiang Yunlie was also in the examination room, he was like a parent accompanying the examinee.

"You also participated in the martial arts examination?" Jiang Xiuwen stared at Lin Ping in disbelief.

He knew Lin Ping's background perfectly well and knew he was not qualified to take the exam at all.

"Yes, I'll participate." Lin Ping replied absentmindedly, still not wanting to say another word to the people from the City Lord's Mansion.

"Then why did you leave the examination hall?" Jiang Xiuwen was furious. He grabbed Lin Ping by the collar and tried to storm the gate of the Imperial College.

He knew how rare this opportunity was, and Lin Ping shouldn't give it up so easily.

Normally, at this time, the examinee should be in the problem-solving stage and could not possibly have already finished answering.

Therefore, Lin Ping wasted this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Do you know the content of this test?" Lin Ping didn't struggle in Jiang Xiuwen's hands, but said in a sarcastic tone.

This look startled Jiang Xiuwen, who quickly put Chen down and asked in confusion:

"What is it?"

"How to reclaim the fiefdoms of the feudal lords!"

The simple words hit Jiang Xiuwen like a thunderclap. Even if he was stupid, he understood the meaning behind them.

"Oh no, Lie'er is in danger!" Jiang Xiuwen's expression suddenly changed, but his reaction was quite quick.

Jiang Yunlie is the nephew of the city lord of Jiangcheng, representing the interests of the feudal lords. Since the king intends to reclaim the fiefdom, he may very well arrest Jiang Yunlie as a threat.

Just as he was about to storm into the Imperial College in a fit of rage, Lin Ping forcefully pulled him back.

"Does Uncle think he can storm the Imperial Academy alone? Or does he think he can sweep through the entire Yingtian Prefecture by joining forces with a few trusted subordinates?"

Lin Ping said in a sarcastic tone.

The fact that the king wanted to reclaim his fiefdom only appeared in the exam questions; it was not announced to the public, and Jiang Xiuwen could not be arrested without cause.

However, if he trespassed into the Imperial College, he would be setting himself up for a crime and deserve to be arrested.

Lin Ping didn't want to help the people from the City Lord's Mansion, but he couldn't bear to watch Jiang Xiuwen be arrested, since the other party had helped him before, so he took action.

"We can't just stand by and watch Lie'er get arrested, can we? I understand, you want me to go back to Jiangcheng to get reinforcements!"

Jiang Xiuwen slapped his forehead, looking as if he had just realized something.

Lin Ping was speechless, and gave Jiang Xiuwen a disdainful look. This was simply courting death.

"Uncle, don't worry. The idea that the king will take back the fiefdom only appeared in the exam questions and will not be implemented immediately."

“If the ruler truly wanted to reclaim the fiefdom immediately, he would not have deliberately leaked the news, thus giving the other lords an opportunity to prepare.”

"He's seeking help, and incidentally giving a warning to the various feudal lords. That's why they don't dare arrest our eldest brother."

Lin Ping patiently explained to Jiang Xiuwen.

"Haha, so that's how it is. My nephew-in-law is so clever."

Jiang Xiuwen scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly, finally putting his mind at ease.

"The city lord didn't come?" Lin Ping suddenly asked.

Jiang Xiuwen sighed at the cold address, knowing that Lin Ping still could not forgive the city lord of Jiangcheng.

“Xiuwu has returned to Jiangcheng. He hopes that his nephew-in-law can put aside past grievances and continue to help the City Lord’s Mansion,” Jiang Xiuwen said directly, even using the word “help.”

In comparison, the City Lord's Mansion's role for Lin Ping is far less significant than Lin Ping's role for the City Lord's Mansion.

Jiang Xiuwen's statement that Lin Ping helped the city lord's mansion was not an exaggeration.

This straightforward statement actually dispelled Lin Ping's inner resistance.

He hated the arrogant attitude of the city lord of Jiangcheng, who was clearly begging him while saying high-sounding words.

It was as if Lin Ping couldn't survive without the City Lord's Mansion.

"If he truly wants to reconcile with me, he should take some concrete actions."

Lin Ping remained calm and whispered something in Jiang Xiuwen's ear.

"Is that really so?" Jiang Xiuwen was overjoyed. "Don't worry, nephew-in-law, if he doesn't agree, I'll whip him!"

Seeing Jiang Xiuwen's confident expression, Lin Ping almost burst out laughing.

Although he was not as intelligent as the city lord of Jiangcheng, he had more courage. If he had succeeded to the throne, things might have been different.

At the very least, Jiang Lanfeng cannot easily take Jiang Yunying away.

After settling the matter, Lin Ping left under the pretext of intensifying his training, since he still had two exams to take.

After leaving the examination hall, Lin Ping went to a blacksmith's shop, spent money to have a pair of stirrups made, and bought a spirited horse.

The second subject of horse racing was a challenge for Lin Ping.

The reason he chose a spirited horse was to take a gamble; after all, he had stirrups, so he wouldn't fall off.

He doesn't need to excel in the second exam; he just needs to keep up.

Lin Ping spent the entire day trying to get used to the wild horse, but he eventually realized how fierce it was.

Let alone galloping across the plains, even mounting a horse is extremely difficult.

It took Lin Ping a whole day to barely manage to get on the horse. As for the outcome, he could only leave it to fate.

Since the first exam does not directly eliminate candidates, the second exam is still overcrowded.

Many candidates were assigned to two horse farms and tested simultaneously.

Lin Ping met Jiang Xiuwen again and also saw Luo Zhaolie with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law, I'll cover for you. Anyone who dares to lay a hand on you is asking for trouble!" Jiang Yunlie said cheerfully.

His skills were remarkable; he stood out even among martial arts candidates.

In addition, the warhorses of the City Lord's Mansion are agile and strong, making it easy for them to achieve good results in this subject, and they can even protect Lin Ping.

"As long as you rank among the top in these two subjects, you can still advance even if you don't do well in the first subject," Jiang Yunlie comforted him, mistakenly believing that Lin Ping had submitted a blank paper and could only make up for it with the last two subjects.

Lin Ping would remember this favor. When he stood in front of Jiang Lanfeng that day, Lin Ping already regarded him as family.

Even if I don't intend to help the city lord of Jiangcheng, I will still help Jiang Yunlie rise to prominence.

"I won't let you down, brother," Lin Ping said with a smile.

Jiang Yunlie kept his word and stayed by Lin Ping's side after the competition started.

This spirited horse did not disappoint Lin Ping; it went berserk after only a few steps.

First, it stopped in place for no reason, then it started kicking up its heels, its whole body standing upright. If Lin Ping hadn't been holding onto the mane tightly, it probably would have already slipped off the horse.

Jiang Yunlie also stopped, quickly grabbed the reins of the spirited horse, and pulled it forward with all his might.

The harder he tried, the more frantic the horse became. Ignoring the pain of its nose being pulled, it violently shook its head, almost throwing Jiang Yunlie off.

Meanwhile, the other candidates had already taken a commanding lead, and Jiang Yunlie had lost his advantage.

In the first exam, Jiang Yunlie submitted a blank paper. If he cannot achieve top scores in the next two exams, he will not be able to advance.

Passing the martial arts exam and achieving the title of martial arts champion was his childhood dream, for which he paid countless amounts of sweat and tears.

Now, in order to help Lin Ping, he has put aside his long-cherished wish.

"Brother-in-law, let's switch horses." Jiang Yunlie knew that this wild horse was not easy to tame, and he would only have a chance if he rode it himself.

However, this would waste a lot of time, and even if the wild horse could be tamed, the chance to compete for a top spot would be lost.

"Oh no... how could this happen?" Jiang Xiuwen in the audience was extremely anxious. He wished he could personally go on stage and tame the wild horse.

If I had known this would happen, I should have prepared a good horse for Lin Ping in advance.

"Brother, you go first. This subject is dispensable to me," Lin Ping refused.

Although the title of martial arts champion was of great importance to him, he could not let Jiang Yunlie's efforts over the years go to waste.

“No, you already submitted a blank paper for the first subject. If you can’t get a good score in this subject, you won’t be able to advance at all,” Jiang Yunlie insisted, still struggling with the stubborn horse.

Lin Ping shook his head helplessly. He knew that the Jiang family members were stubborn and would not go back on their decisions.

His next move shocked everyone.

"He's fallen from grace? This kid's given up?"

"I remember now, he was the first person to hand in his paper yesterday, so he definitely won't have a chance to advance."

"I don't think he did it on purpose; he was just thrown off by the wild horse."

The crowd burst into laughter, their voices filled with mockery.

"How can someone like this become a martial arts examinee? He's completely disgraced the martial arts examination." Even the examiner shook his head in disdain.

"A military officer? This guy used a reserve quota from the Ministry of Rites; he's not a military officer at all."

Someone in the audience recognized Lin Ping and shouted it out.

For a time, thousands of spectators didn't even care about the situation on the field; they were all happily mocking Lin Ping.

"Brother-in-law, are you confused?" Jiang Yunlie knew why Lin Ping did this and shook his head helplessly.

"Brother, helping me regain face is the most important thing right now." Lin Ping smiled faintly, showing no concern for the outcome of the competition.

"Drive, drive, drive!"

Jiang Yunlie gritted his teeth, not daring to hesitate for a moment, and his dark warhorse charged out like a black whirlwind.