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

The appearance of the Nightshade Temple is undoubtedly bad news.

Lin Ping knew that he would have to become their enemy sooner or later, so he was stalling for time.

Lin Ping's strength was not enough to contend with the true experts of the Nightshade Palace, which is why he had been hiding his strength.

Only by establishing himself in the Daye Dynasty with this new identity could he implement a series of subsequent measures.

Clearly, he hasn't established a firm foothold yet, so he needs to speed things up, and the breakthrough point is naturally the Meng family.

To be honest, even if the Meng family were a pile of shit, Lin Ping could still carry them to new heights.

What he wanted wasn't the Meng family's power, but a suitable reason to conceal his identity; marrying into the family would be perfect.

The next morning, Lin Ping's head was a little throbbing. The wine had a strong aftereffect, and he hadn't been completely faking being drunk the night before. He felt somewhat unwell.

"Young Master Lin, are you up yet?" A soft, sweet voice came from outside the door. It wasn't Rou'er's, but Meng Qingge's own.

"Get up," Lin Ping said, patting his head, feeling quite dizzy.

Meng Qingge carried ginseng soup and pushed open the door to enter... This is not suitable for children.

The other party poured the scalding hot ginseng soup directly onto Lin Ping. Luckily, he dodged in time, or he would have been crippled.

"You scoundrel, put your clothes on quickly." Meng Qingge's ears were burning red, and tears were almost dripping from her face.

She was a young, unmarried woman.

Lin Ping was also innocent; he hadn't mentioned that he was wearing clothes, and it was Meng Qingge who came in on her own initiative.

Lin Ping remained as composed as a mountain, saying things to cover his shame while covering himself with a cloth.

The way to cover it up is: "Huh? How did I get home last night?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingge was furious. How did you get back? How dare you ask? I carried you back on my back.

This successfully changed the subject.

"Does Young Master Lin really have no memory at all?" Meng Qingge asked tentatively. She didn't want Lin Ping to know that she had carried him back, lest he lose his bearings.

"No," Lin Ping shook his head and said, "I only remember having a lot of fun drinking last night."

Meng Qingge immediately felt a bit scared, which meant that Lin Ping had not killed those men in black by force.

It was all luck. If he hadn't had that stroke of good fortune, he might not have woken up at all.

“We encountered assassins last night,” Meng Qingge said seriously.

This is no small matter. Although the assassin is dead, it is a dangerous sign that someone wants to kill them.

"An assassin? You mean someone dressed in black, roaming the night, carrying a cold, long sword, leaping across rooftops and walls? Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..." Lin Ping said in a very serious manner, his expression strange, but his final answer was: I don't believe it!

"Isn't Young Master Lin afraid at all?" Meng Qingge was speechless. This was the first time she had ever met a man with such a big heart. Could he be an idiot?

"Why would an assassin want to kill me? To rob me? To rape me? It should be the latter." Lin Ping nodded seriously, then revealed his frivolous side.

"Miss Meng, you didn't carry me back last night, did you? Are you just saying this to cover up something?" Lin Ping chuckled slyly, his eyes piercingly revealing, as if he could see right through a person's clothes to their heart.

Meng Qingge was furious, but she didn't dare to continue arguing with Lin Ping. What if the matter was leaked?

Watching the other person run away shyly, Lin Ping felt extremely pleased.

To tease without pushing away is the highest level of skill that Lin Ping prides himself on.

"Young Master Lin, aren't you afraid of catching a cold? It's snowing outside, how can you only wear a pair of trousers?" Rou'er lectured as she walked over and helped him put on his clothes.

"Miss asked me to serve Young Master Lin. From tonight onwards, Rou'er belongs to Young Master Lin," Rou'er explained.

She was originally only responsible for serving meals to Lin Ping, but now she has become his personal maid.

"They're my men? Then let's get started right away." Lin Ping said impatiently, rubbing his hands together.

Rou'er was startled by his lewd expression, and then... she unbuttoned her clothes.

This time it was Lin Ping's turn to be scared. He quickly changed the subject, saying he wanted to become my personal maid, but there were conditions.

As he spoke, Lin Ping took out a medicine box.

"Is Young Master Lin ill?" Rou'er asked worriedly.

"Just pretend I'm sick, but don't tell anyone." Lin Ping didn't want to reveal his identity as a miracle doctor, but who knew this little girl would cooperate so well.

"Rou'er knows that this disease cannot be told out loud; it's not honorable, especially not to the young lady," Rou'er said mysteriously, vowing to keep Lin Ping's secret.

At the very least, she held back in front of Meng Qingge for three whole days, which was quite remarkable.

"This is a hemostat, this is a scalpel..." Lin Ping opened the medicine box, which was filled with gadgets that Rou'er had never seen before.

Out of curiosity, she memorized every single tool, but she had no idea what they were used for.

To verify the effect, Lin Ping turned his back to Rou'er, stretched out his right hand, and said urgently, "Hemostat!"

Rou'er paused for a moment, then deftly handed the hemostat to Lin Ping.

"Scalpel!"

Rou'er continued to hand it to Lin Ping.

"You've passed the test, so you're officially mine now," Lin Ping said with satisfaction.

"Is this Young Master Lin's special requirement for his personal maid?" Rou'er glanced at Lin Ping with disdain, confirming the seriousness of his illness.

"Remember, from now on, when you go out with me, no matter where we go, you must secretly bring the medicine kit with you. Don't let your young lady find out. Consider this a secret between the two of us," Lin Ping said earnestly.

"A secret only Young Master Lin and I know?" Rou'er was overjoyed and immediately made a pinky promise with Lin Ping.

"What's wrong with you, girl? Isn't the last step of the pinky promise supposed to be thumbs touching? How did it turn into lips touching? Come back here, I demand to do it again!" Lin Ping said angrily.

"Are all the girls in the Daye Dynasty this beautiful? They're a million times better than the artificial beauties of the 21st century." Lin Ping remarked, feeling fortunate to have traveled through time.

Over the next few days, Meng Qingge was busy with the trivial matters of the winery, while Lin Ping kept going back and forth between the Meng residence and the department store.

Many servants and maids reported that his room often emitted black smoke, accompanied by violent shaking.

Since we need to accelerate the development of the Meng family, inventions and creations must keep pace.

Over the next few days, Meng Qingge was extremely busy, with truckloads of liquor being delivered to Qingfeng Tower.

Han Jiji naturally knew the value of sweet wine, so he wouldn't be foolish enough to serve it all to his guests; he implemented a limited-quantity sales model.

This method is very enticing, and high-ranking officials and nobles are obsessed with it, offering high prices of tens of taels of silver per jar. Even so, it is still in a situation where there is a price but no market.

Han Jiji is very shrewd; she won't disrupt the market for such a small profit.

Moreover, the imperial court has already issued a prohibition order, which prohibits the brewing of any alcoholic beverages other than wine.

This caused wine prices to soar again.

Of course, drinking has become an exclusive entertainment activity for the rich, and the poor can't afford it.

"I heard the Meng family still has a batch of dry red wine being brewed? I wonder when it will be ready? The price is negotiable, five taels of silver per jar," Han Jiji asked with a grin.

The brewing process for dry red wine is a closely guarded secret. Meng Qingge did indeed want to make a fortune from it, but in order to repay Qingfenglou for their help, she had already decided to sell it to Han Jiji.

As for the price of five taels of silver, to be honest, it's not high!

She has gone from a little girl who dared not ask for five hundred coins to a grown woman who thinks five taels of silver is not enough.

“Brewing dry red wine takes time, anywhere from three months to several years. Mr. Han, please be patient. Rest assured, all the wines brewed by the Meng family will be given priority to Qingfenglou,” Meng Qingge replied truthfully.