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

"So, it was also Long Sha who helped us assassinate Lu Zhan?" Xia Linglong asked.

Lin Ping shook his head and replied, "He only agreed to correct me and kill He Wei and others, but he never said he would kill Lu Zhan. Besides, he doesn't have the ability to do so."

Xuan Sha Sect is only the smallest branch of Nightmare Palace. Long Sha himself is at most comparable to the Black Lotus Realm, and does not yet have the strength to assassinate Lu Zhan in the midst of a vast army.

He killed He Wei because of He Wei's deception, not because he really wanted to help Lin Ping.

Lu Zhan had no grudge against him and had no reason to risk killing him.

The people of the Xuan Sha Sect love money. Lin Ping could spend a lot of money to hire Long Sha, but the chances of success are very small. If he alerts them, it could lead to a huge disaster.

"Besides Long Sha, who else could it be? Could there be other experts in Yingtian Prefecture?" Xia Linglong was full of questions.

Lin Ping didn't explain, but lay peacefully in bed to recover from his injuries, waiting for the night to fall.

When the king received news of He Wei's death, he slapped the table in celebration. He was also afraid that these men might rise again, after all, even a centipede with a hundred legs does not die easily.

“This must have been planned by Lin Ping long ago,” Xia Yeran analyzed.

"It seems this was the final step in his plan." The king's eyes revealed a hint of admiration.

He desperately wanted Lin Ping's plan to include killing Lu Zhan.

But then again, it's unrealistic. The other side has military power, so even if they commit a heinous crime, no one has the power to hold them accountable.

He didn't even dare to let Lu Zhan die, otherwise the tens of thousands of troops outside the city would surely raze the palace to the ground, and who knows who would become the king then.

"Are we just supposed to stand by and watch Lu Zhan act with impunity?"

As the ruler of a country, saying these words is enough to prove the helplessness in his heart.

"Perhaps he still has a way," Xia Yeran said uncertainly.

Regarding what happened today, he only guessed that Lin Ping would win the title of martial arts champion, but he didn't know that he could also bring down He Wei.

Xia Yeran thought she understood Lin Ping, but she knew nothing about his private schemes.

He could only place all his hopes on Lin Ping, hoping for a miracle.

The Imperial Prison is the most secretive prison in the Wu Kingdom. No one knows what's going on inside. Even if all the prisoners escaped, let alone He Wei and the others being killed, not a word of it would leak out.

But now, this matter is being widely discussed in the streets and alleys.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, Lord He, Lord Xiang, and Lord Wu have been killed in the imperial prison." Inside a magnificent mansion, a servant in blue robes answered tremblingly.

"What? They've all been killed?" Inside the room was a middle-aged man with a cold face. Upon hearing the news, he slammed his hand on the table, shattering it, which frightened the servant outside the door so much that he collapsed to the ground.

"Elder, all of this was caused by Lu Zhan. I'm going to kill him right now." From the darkness, a pale-faced man said, the sword in his hand gleaming with a ghostly blue light.

“Lu Zhan certainly deserves to die, but his death will make the king proud.” The middle-aged man’s expression was gloomy and uncertain.

“We can pin the blame for his death on the king. The tens of thousands of soldiers outside the city will surely rebel, and then Yingtian Prefecture will be in chaos. The elder can then reap the benefits,” another middle-aged man said.

“That’s right. You two should act tonight.” The middle-aged man nodded and added, “And while you’re at it, kill that brat Lin Ping.”

“But he has experts from the Crimson Sun Pavilion by his side, so I’m afraid the elders will have to take action themselves,” said the man holding the dark blue longsword.

“The Crimson Sun Pavilion will not interfere in the affairs of the Martial Kingdom. This expert must have a personal relationship with Lin Ping. She has no right to use the power of the Crimson Sun Pavilion, so let this old man deal with her personally.” The middle-aged man’s eyes were like torches, releasing a tangible light. The powerful pressure made the two people next to him unable to breathe.

Lin Ping lay quietly in bed all afternoon.

As evening approached, Xia Linglong personally brought him food, which he not only ate cleanly but also rudely asked:

"Any more?"

"Are you a pig?" Xia Linglong was speechless, truly afraid that she wouldn't be able to get food after marrying into the family.

"We should get going." Lin Ping became serious.

“But you have an injury on your shoulder,” Xia Linglong reminded her.

"We're not here to watch the show, we're not going to kill anyone, we just need to hide in the shadows."

Xia Linglong no longer objected and led Lin Ping out of the palace.

Under the cover of night, the two quickly arrived at the vicinity of the General's Mansion and hid in a secluded alley.

The General's Mansion was brightly lit, with hundreds of soldiers at the gate alone, and nearly a thousand soldiers patrolling inside. Not even a fly could get in, let alone a living person.

"Would someone really come to assassinate Lu Zhan?" Xia Linglong asked, frowning.

The General's Mansion was impregnable and could not be breached by one or two assassins.

At least in Xia Linglong's knowledge, there was no such expert.

"No rush, no rush. We can set fires after dark and kill people when it's late at night. I'm going to take a nap first. Wake me up when they arrive." Lin Ping stretched and leaned against the wall.

Xia Linglong glared at him fiercely, then finally nodded and even draped a coat over him.

"He's quite good-looking." Under the moonlight, Lin Ping's profile was clearly defined, which made Xia Linglong sigh and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Now is not the time to admire handsome men, we should be observing the enemy situation," Lin Ping, who seemed to be fast asleep, suddenly said.

"Do you have three eyes? You know what others are doing even when you're asleep. Humph, idiot, I really don't know how Jiang Yunying fell for you." Xia Linglong was certain of Lin Ping's straight-laced nature.

Is it going to kill me if she looks at me even once? Is it really necessary to expose her to her face?

Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future.

Lin Ping's snoring was so loud that Xia Linglong couldn't concentrate on observing the enemy situation. She really wanted to grab Lin Ping's ear and wake him up, but she couldn't bear to see how tired he looked.

A full hour passed, and Xia Linglong still hadn't noticed anything unusual.

"The person has already gone inside." Lin Ping suddenly opened his eyes, startling Xia Linglong.

Are you really asleep or just pretending?

"Really sleeping?"

"How do we know the enemy is coming?"

"Who told you you can't see anything when you're sleeping? Besides, someone as handsome as me has a very strong sixth sense," Lin Pingtian replied shamelessly.

Bang!

A sound of collapse came from inside the General's Mansion, and billowing dust rose into the sky.

"Lu Zhan, die!" After kicking open the door, Mo Youying pierced Lu Zhan's bedside with her sword.

He was a top-notch expert with an extremely keen sense of force. Only after this sword strike did he realize he had fallen into an ambush.

There was only a quilt lying on the bed; Lu Zhan was nowhere to be seen.

"How dare you attempt to assassinate this general!" Lu Zhan's booming voice echoed through the sky outside the door, and hundreds of soldiers rushed over and surrounded the house.

"Oh no, they failed." Xia Linglong shook her head and said, clearly having heard Lu Zhan's words.

"That's not necessarily true. The visitors are Mo Youying, the head of Jiangzhong Hall, and Elder Feng Wuhua." Lin Ping smiled faintly, adopting a posture of watching the tigers fight from the sidelines.