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

"I don't want Young Master Lin to die." The little girl's tears fell in torrents, bigger than raindrops.

"If I keep crying like this, I'll really die," Lin Ping said seriously.

Rou'er immediately wiped away her tears and listened intently to every word Lin Ping said.

"Have you remembered everything?" Lin Ping asked after giving his instructions.

Rou'er nodded, still somewhat worried. "I'm afraid I won't handle this matter well. Should I tell the young lady?"

The reason Lin Ping entrusted the heavy responsibility to Rou'er was to prevent Meng Qingge from knowing about these things, so as not to ruin the plan.

"You can do it, I believe in you!" Lin Ping said earnestly.

Judging from the incident with the medicine box today, Rou'er is very reliable and knows how to prioritize, making her someone you can entrust your life to.

Rou'er looked up at Lin Ping, whose face was stern and unsmiling. As a maid, she never expected to gain Lin Ping's trust.

"Yes, even if it costs me my life, Rou'er will complete the mission." Rou'er nodded vigorously.

At the same time, dozens of soldiers surrounded them from all directions, each holding a willow-leaf scimitar.

"Arrest them all!" the head constable shouted upon seeing the corpses on the ground.

The case involved a murder, and he didn't want to listen to Lin Ping's explanation; he wanted to arrest him first.

“I killed these people, it has nothing to do with her, arresting me alone is enough.” Lin Ping raised his hands above his head, not intending to resist.

The head constable glanced at Rou'er, signaling to only arrest Lin Ping.

Thinking that Lin Ping might have some martial arts skills, the soldiers approached cautiously. Only when they found that he did not resist did they feel safe to put shackles on him.

When the shackles were fastened around his neck and hands, Lin Ping's body visibly slumped, and he almost fell to the ground.

This set of shackles weighs over a hundred pounds and is an instrument of torture prepared for death row inmates, meaning that he has already been included in the ranks of death row inmates.

If it weren't for his superior martial arts skills, Lin Ping might have actually been defeated by a small shackle.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Lin Ping smiled faintly at Rou'er, not wanting her to worry.

Rou'er was indeed a strong girl. She didn't have much time to cry and whine. Instead, she used all her strength to carry Meng Qingge and Meng Qingfan to the carriage.

Neither of them is in good condition and they need to rest.

"Don't worry, Young Master Lin, Rou'er will definitely complete the mission." Rou'er murmured to herself as she watched Lin Ping's figure gradually disappear.

This is not only a promise to Lin Ping, but also an encouragement to myself.

As a maid, it was not easy to do what Lin Ping asked her to do; it was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"Did one person kill him?" the constable asked curiously as he walked beside Lin Ping.

"Yes, he killed him all by himself," Lin Ping replied calmly, without any pride.

"A vendetta?" Lin Ping continued to ask. Judging from Lin Ping's clothes and appearance, he was not the kind of villain who would kill someone unless there was a deep-seated hatred.

On the contrary, the four men in black were dressed in a sinister manner.

"To save lives," Lin Ping said without any hesitation.

After inspecting the crime scene, the head constable discovered the unconscious Meng Qingge and the seriously injured Meng Qingfan, and could almost certainly believe what he said.

"It was the young master of the Zhang family who died. You probably won't survive. I respect you as a man. Just tell me what you want to eat tonight."

The constable knew the Zhang family's power and felt somewhat sorry for Lin Ping.

One against nine, what a promising talent! If he were sent to the army, he would probably be a great fighter. It's just a pity that he offended the Zhang family, and he is doomed to die this time.

"Can you get your hands on some wine from Qingfenglou?" Lin Ping asked.

"Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?" the constable said angrily.

The wine at Qingfenglou is a famous wine in Kyoto, and it's hard to come by even if you're a high-ranking officer. Let alone a mere captain, it's another matter whether even a flag officer can drink it.

Lin Ping didn't say anything pointless, and the journey was quite quiet.

The journey of nearly twenty miles took a full hour.

As his physical strength declined, he had to withdraw some of his internal energy, which caused his whole body to swell and ache, and blisters to form on the soles of his feet.

"If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't last two days," Lin Ping thought to himself, and he could even understand why most of those sent out to work died on the road.

With over a hundred pounds of shackles on his body, traveling day and night, it's no wonder he couldn't survive.

"I wonder if Rou'er can succeed." Lin Ping was having second thoughts. Not to mention Rou'er, even Meng Qingge might not be able to complete the mission smoothly.

If the plan fails, his life will be in danger.

He regretted not carrying some thermite with him; at least there would have been a chance of escape, though not much, since his hands were shackled.

"I am a Grand General of the Martial Kingdom, yet now my life and death are controlled by a mere captain. It really is... my own fault!"

Lin Ping was filled with mixed emotions. Wouldn't it have been better to just live off a woman in the Wu Kingdom? Why did he have to come to the Daye Dynasty to live off a woman?

Besides, this bowl of rice doesn't look very soft; it's even a bit tough.

"Lin Hao, if I get my head chopped off, it'll all be your fault. How am I supposed to explain this to my mother?" Lin Ping cursed inwardly.

If Lin Ping could choose his own father, he would definitely choose a different one.

Not only are they unreliable, but they're also pushing themselves into a fire pit.

Lin Ping was imprisoned in a death row cell, awaiting execution in the street; the court hearing was merely a formality.

There was almost no transition scene.

That evening, Master Zhang personally came to the door, wishing he could immediately tear Lin Ping to pieces to vent his hatred.

The prefect could not overstep the law, but he reassured the Zhang family patriarch by promising to execute Lin Ping by slow slicing, a more tragic punishment than beheading.

Rou'er did not disappoint Lin Ping's expectations and safely escorted the Meng siblings back to the Meng residence.

At this moment, the Meng residence was in complete chaos, and Huang Jiayu repeatedly fainted.

"Sister Rou'er, you're back?" Several gatekeepers asked with concern.

"Miss and young master are both inside the carriage and are out of danger. Go and inform the master quickly," Rou'er said urgently.

Just as the doorman announced the news, Rou'er left. She needed to prepare for the task Lin Ping had assigned her, and she didn't want to spend a lot of time explaining what had happened that day.

When Huang Jiayu woke up again and heard that Meng Qingfan was safe and sound, she immediately perked up and ran out like a madwoman.

Just as Rou'er said, the siblings were breathing steadily and had rosy complexions, and were not in any danger.

After the doctor took their pulses, he confirmed this view, and Huang Jiayu was finally relieved.

"Where's Lin'er? Why didn't Lin'er come back with us?" Everyone was only worried about the safety of Meng Qingge and Meng Qingfan, and only Huang Jiayu could think of Lin Ping.

The doorman shook his head: "After bringing the young lady and young master back, Sister Rou'er left without explaining where Young Master Lin went."

Rou'er is Meng Qingge's personal maid, and has been with the Meng family for nearly ten years. It's impossible for her to leave so easily.

Huang Jiayu felt a sudden panic, sensing that something bad was about to happen.