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

Why aren't they leaving or running away? What's going on?

Are we just waiting for the Ministry of Justice to come and arrest us? Are we going to get a free prison van?

“I understand how Young Master Lin feels. If you feel lonely on the road, Qingge will go with you,” Meng Qingge said seriously.

She didn't care about her life anyway; she could just use it to repay Lin Ping.

"I won't come with you. I'm staying at home and not going anywhere." Lin Ping simply sat on the bed, refusing to take a single step outside.

"Is Young Master Lin waiting for the Ministry of Justice to come and arrest him?" Meng Qingge was a little angry. She originally thought Lin Ping was a man of integrity, but she didn't expect him to be like a stubborn child.

Lin Ping was increasingly confused. He said, "Just tell me to leave. Why did you have to bring up the Ministry of Justice?"

"Whoever comes, I'll hit them," Lin Ping replied with a pout, sounding quite threatening to Meng Qingge.

His implication was that those stray cats and dogs outside should stay out of the way, lest they get beaten up.

"Qingge knows that Young Master Lin has been wronged, but the Ministry of Justice has already sentenced him to death. It is already an exception that they have spared you to stay at the manor for one night. It is impossible that they have not taken any action. If you do not want to be beheaded, you should run away as soon as possible."

"Now you neither go to the Ministry of Justice nor run away, which really makes Qingge unable to understand."

Meng Qingge said with some displeasure.

"Death penalty? Beheading? What kind of nonsense is this?" Lin Ping stared at Meng Qingge with a bewildered look.

Did he say that?

"Young Master Lin, stop deceiving yourself. Murderers must die; it's an age-old law." Meng Qingge suddenly felt that Lin Ping wasn't manly enough.

They dare to do it but not to take responsibility.

"The Ministry of Justice has already learned the whole story of the case. They have exonerated me and declared me innocent. Otherwise, would they have allowed me to return home so openly?" Lin Ping explained.

"If you still don't believe me, you can wait for the Ministry of Justice to come." Lin Ping sat cross-legged, his expression calm.

So, he really wasn't sentenced to death?

Meng Qingge kept thinking to herself that the other person's expression couldn't be faked.

"Since you were acquitted, why didn't you say so sooner!" Meng Qingge said angrily.

Sure enough, women can change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Is that even a question? The fact that I walked out of the Ministry of Justice's gates proves everything. A brain is a good thing," Lin Ping replied confidently.

He deliberately raised his voice because he had figured out Meng Qingge's strange behavior.

In other words, the reason she threw herself at me last night was because she mistakenly thought she was going to be beheaded, and even today's meal was her last meal before her execution.

If he had actually been beheaded, that would have been one thing, but the fact that he was acquitted was something Meng Qingge found hard to accept.

If Lin Ping didn't raise his voice and clear himself of any wrongdoing, he might get beaten to death.

"Ugh!" Meng Qingge was getting a little frantic and had to vent her frustration by throwing things.

This is indeed not Lin Ping's fault; it was just her imagination.

"Lin Wuqing!" Meng Qingge said through gritted teeth.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Lin Ping was a little flustered, but he still couldn't lose his momentum.

"How did you know I had a mole on my shoulder?" Meng Qingge asked coldly.

Settle after autumn!

As it turns out, one should lie low after autumn to avoid being executed or held accountable later...

When rescuing Meng Qingfan, Lin Ping had to use Meng Qingge's body as a pretext to buy time, and now he has no way to defend himself.

How could Lin Ping answer? "You peeked?"

How did you peep on her? Did you sneak into her bedroom at night, or did you sneak into bed with her?

That kind of answer would definitely get you beaten to death.

He claims to have an X-ray, but he only glanced at it casually? Does he think Meng Qingge is stupid?

She smiled awkwardly but politely, "This...this seems to be a misunderstanding."

"What misunderstanding?" Meng Qingge asked persistently.

Since Lin Ping wasn't sentenced to death, her actions last night were shameful, and we need to find a reason to settle scores with her.

"I did it to buy time," Lin Ping explained.

"What's the point of delaying? Besides, I'm asking how you knew I had a mole on my shoulder."

Once a woman gets rational, she's a Sherlock Holmes; you can't use sophistry.

"I remember now, it was Qingfan who told me. That's right, he's the one who told me," Lin Ping said confidently, having no choice but to shift the blame.

Meng Qingfan deserved to take the blame. He called Lin Ping "brother-in-law" every day, which proved that he already considered the two of them as husband and wife. So why would he mind telling his brother-in-law about his elder sister's secret?

Meng Qingge clearly believed it; her fiery gaze could kill.

"If you want to settle scores with Qingfan, you'd better wait until he's healed," Lin Ping advised.

Only Lin Ping knew Meng Qingfan's situation; he had almost lost his life, so he definitely couldn't be beaten at this time, especially not with a leather whip.

"Good brother-in-law, thank you for taking the blame."

Next door, Meng Qingfan kept sneezing, thinking he had caught a cold.

"ah!"

With a burst of strength from who knows where, Meng Qingge overturned the table and shouted angrily, "This is the food I cooked myself, you have to eat it all."

"It's not that I'm afraid of you, it's just that I think the food is delicious," Lin Ping said seriously, looking pitifully at the various kinds of food on the ground, wondering how long it would take to eat.

Rou'er didn't bring him any food for three days.

There are two reasons. First, Lin Ping hasn't finished eating the food on the ground. Second, Rou'er is sick and has been resting for the past few days.

The doctor visited Rou'er and prescribed medicine, and Lin Ping went to buy the medicine to curry favor.

Naturally, they would get their medicine according to their own prescription.

After taking the medicine, Rou'er's condition improved significantly. Meng Qingge mistakenly believed that the doctor she had invited was highly skilled and even wanted to recommend him to the old master for treatment.

In order to live a few more years, the old man refused, and he even resisted by smashing the table.

Meng Qingge was naturally afraid and could only place her last hope on the divine physician from the Wu Kingdom.

"Don't worry, no matter the cost, Qingge will bring the divine doctor here," Meng Qingge said firmly.

After Lin Ping brought up the old grievances of the Meng family, things calmed down considerably, and even Meng Qingge had time to stay in the mansion all day.

It's unclear whether it was to take care of Meng Qingfan, Rou'er, or for some other reason.

In short, I've had some free time these past few days.

In the imperial court, the situation was quite the opposite.

The emperor sat firmly on the dragon throne, his face stern.

"The weather is severely drought-stricken, the harvest is poor, and the army is short of food. What are your opinions, my esteemed ministers?" the emperor asked in a cold voice.

This problem had already surfaced, but it was not mentioned in the memorials submitted by civil and military officials.

The emperor wasn't stupid; he knew these officials only reported good news and not bad, so he had no choice but to bring up the matter himself.

Upon hearing this, all the civil and military officials lowered their heads.

Since it concerned the military, no one dared to say anything.

There are always some hotheads out there, and a military officer under immense pressure stepped forward.

"The reason why the people live in peace and are spared the suffering of war is because of the protection of the millions of soldiers of the Daye Dynasty. The food should be provided by the people!"

A classic example of extortion and tyranny! A scapegoat!