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

Before coming to the Daye Dynasty, Lin Pingke held multiple titles such as Grand General, Prince Consort, and prospective Imperial Son-in-Law, making him a true man of honor.

The reason he's acted so timidly these past few months is to win over Meng Qingge; when he's truly angry, he's quite frightening.

Rou'er rushed over to mediate, "Miss, Young Master Lin seems to be angry."

She had long known that Meng Qingge harbored feelings for that unknown young master from the Wu Kingdom; after all, a talented man couldn't be too ugly.

Therefore, Rou'er supports Meng Qingge, since she doesn't like Zhang Mingfang.

But things are different now. Lin Ping has appeared, a handsome guy who is both easygoing and reliable. Rou'er supports Lin Ping even more.

She had considered persuading Meng Qingge to break off contact with that young master from the Wu Kingdom, but she didn't dare to speak up.

After all, she was just a maid; there were things she should say and things she shouldn't say.

The truth will eventually come out, and the two of them did indeed quarrel over this matter, and might even part ways on bad terms.

Watching Lin Ping's resolute back, Meng Qingge felt a mix of emotions.

If she put herself in Lin Ping's shoes, she could understand his feelings, but she also deserved her own privacy and freedom, and shouldn't be controlled by others.

"Miss, should we still send this letter?" Yun'er asked with some concern, as her opinion of Lin Ping had changed.

“Of course I will send it!” Meng Qingge replied firmly, refusing to yield to Lin Ping.

"What about this portrait?" Yun'er asked, pointing to the portrait that Lin Ping had ruined.

Meng Qingge then carefully examined Lin Ping's masterpiece and almost burst out laughing.

"Let's send them over together." Meng Qingge said with a smile.

"Sent along with it? But..." Yun'er asked doubtfully.

She knew that the young master of Wu Kingdom was ten times more capable than Lin Ping.

The other party seems to have some affection for Meng Qingge. If a real portrait is sent over, it might just become a beautiful story.

Now that Meng Qingge is going to give this extremely ugly portrait to the other party, it is clearly a rejection.

Meng Qingge didn't say anything more, which proved her firm attitude, so Yun'er didn't dare to say another word.

She pulled a beautifully framed book of poems from under her pillow, her eyes immediately filled with admiration.

"Rou'er, burn it," Meng Qingge said calmly.

Rou'er knew very well what this collection of poems meant to Meng Qingge. She was taken aback at first, and then lit the oil lamp.

"These are poems written by that young master himself for you, how could you burn them?" Yun'er asked in surprise, risking being scolded.

She had the privilege of reading this collection of poems, and every single one of them was groundbreaking, fully demonstrating the author's talent.

Most of the copies on the market are printed, but this one is a handwritten copy, making it exceptionally valuable.

Meng Qingge used to love it so much that she would always find time to read a song, even when she was at her busiest. Now she wants to burn it.

"If you don't like it anymore, you should burn it," Rou'er muttered to herself.

She hoped that Meng Qingge would break off contact with that young master and that being with Lin Ping was the right thing to do.

The other person is indeed very talented and capable, and even handsome, but he is definitely not reliable enough.

Openly demanding a woman's portrait is not the mark of a good person; he's not as honest and reliable as Young Master Lin.

As the poetry collection gradually turned to ashes, Rou'er was overjoyed, humming a little tune, she couldn't be happier.

Yun'er felt heartbroken, and she favored the young master from the Wu Kingdom.

Meng Qingge was somewhat uneasy. Putting aside the meaning of burning the poetry collection, even if it were just an ordinary object, she would feel reluctant to part with it after using it for so long.

Being busy always makes her mood... even worse!

She was preoccupied with the tax revenue and had no time to think about matters of the heart.

Is it wrong to be single by choice? All I want is to make money!

Yun'er dared not disobey Meng Qingge's wishes, and sent the letter out with a look of disappointment, not daring to imagine the consequences of doing so.

Rou'er's reaction was quite the opposite; she was happy all day, and a weight was finally lifted from her heart.

But she was wrong. The matter was not over yet, and at the very least, Lin Ping was somewhat disheartened.

As evening approached, Meng Qingge had not yet returned home, so Lin Ping knocked on Huang Jiayu's door.

"Aunt Huang, may I come in?" Lin Ping asked in a low voice.

He had been at the Meng residence for quite some time, but this was the first time he had taken the initiative to knock on Huang Jiayu's door.

The other party opened the door and greeted them with a smile.

"Is something bothering you? Tell me, and Aunt Huang will help you." Huang Jiayu not only noticed the seriousness on Lin Ping's face but also heard about what happened this morning.

"There's nothing making me unhappy, I just feel pretty useless and want to go out and try my luck." Lin Ping forced a smile, expressing his thoughts in a rather tactful way.

"Did Qingge upset you? Aunt Huang will teach her a lesson for you," Huang Jiayu said angrily.

She also felt that Meng Qingge had done something wrong.

In this society steeped in feudal ideology, once a man is cuckolded, he can never hold his head high again.

Lin Ping shook his head. "She has the right to pursue love. I was just too incompetent. I found a job outside, with room and board provided, and I'll be leaving tonight. Thank you so much, Aunt Huang, for taking care of me during this time. Please accept my bow."

As he spoke, Lin Ping knelt on the ground and quickly completed his farewell.

“Lin’er…” Huang Jiayu’s heart tightened, her eyes reddened, but she didn’t know what to say.

She saw all of Lin Ping's efforts and accepted him as her son-in-law.

However, Meng Qingge's attitude was inconsistent, and she didn't seem to care about Lin Ping. Huang Jiayu was ultimately an outsider, and there were some things she couldn't resolve.

"Let's wait for Qingge to come back before we leave," Huang Jiayu pleaded, unable to find a reason to keep Lin Ping from leaving.

Meng Qingge's heart does not belong to Lin Ping, and no matter how much Huang Jiayu does, it will be in vain and will only hurt Lin Ping more.

"No, I need to get there as soon as possible to familiarize myself with the environment." Lin Ping shook his head, a smile always on his lips.

"Wait a minute." Huang Jiayu hurriedly rushed into the house and quickly brought out some silver notes and jewelry, which amounted to more than a thousand taels.

"When you're out and about, you can't skimp on yourself." Huang Jiayu stuffed the money into Lin Ping's arms.

He wanted to refuse, but knew he couldn't, so he thanked him repeatedly and left.

"Aunt Huang, I'm leaving now. Please take care."

"Come back and visit often when you have time; this will always be your home."

After saying goodbye to Huang Jiayu, Lin Ping had no worries and went back to his room to pack his luggage.

Huang Jiayu ran out like a madwoman, calling Meng Qingge's name all the way.

At that moment, Meng Qingge returned from outside, looking travel-worn.

Snapped!

Without saying a word, Huang Jiayu slapped Meng Qingge across the face and said angrily, "Go apologize to Wuqing right now."

Meng Qingge covered her reddened cheek, feeling somewhat aggrieved. It was the first time she had ever seen Huang Jiayu so angry.

A child is a mother's heart and soul. After hitting him, Huang Jiayu felt a little regretful and softened her tone, saying, "Wuqing is leaving because of you."

Meng Qingge was taken aback, feeling a mix of emotions.

She was distracted all day and felt sorry for Lin Ping. She originally planned to go home and explain things clearly, but she didn't expect him to leave because of this.