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

Chapter 865 The Golden Son-in-Law

Having eliminated Fan Li and suppressed Bai Tiantian, Lin Ping was in high spirits and hummed a little tune on his way home.

But after humming the tune, Lin Ping didn't know what song to sing next.

At this point, his plan to come to Yingtian Prefecture was complete, and he didn't know what to do next.

Lin Ping had three paths to choose from. One was to take Meng Qingge to find his parents, but he really didn't know where Lin Hao was now.

Secondly, he should return to Wu Kingdom to see Jiang Yunying, but he was afraid that she would not accept Meng Qingge.

Therefore, Lin Ping preferred the third option, which was to go into seclusion to cultivate and quickly improve his strength, so as to shine in the dance competition a year later and be able to see his child's mother.

On the other hand, raising one's strength to the late stage of the fifth level within a year is harder than climbing to heaven.

It's important to understand that once you reach the fourth dan level, it's very difficult to make any further progress.

Even a genius like Li Hai can only advance one level in a year, so for Lin Ping to advance an entire major level is simply a pipe dream.

Unless a special method is found, such as the kind of cultivation that Jiang Hongling and I did before.

However, Jiang Hongling has not yet broken through to the late stage of the fifth level. Even if all the energy in her body is absorbed, she will not be a match for Li Hai.

"I don't know if sniper rifles will be useful," Lin Ping said, shaking his head.

Thinking of the incredible skills of so many experts, Lin Ping couldn't help but be shocked. A master who can catch bullets with his bare hands must really be unafraid of any sniper rifle.

"Sigh, if I had the strength to pierce the earth with a sword, I wouldn't have to worry about so many trivial matters."

Thinking of the protagonists in fantasy novels, Lin Ping felt ashamed of himself.

There's nothing we can do; he's just a protagonist in a historical novel, and no matter how powerful he is, he can't possibly pierce the Earth.

Lin Ping sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, trying to blend himself into the surrounding environment and absorb the spiritual energy permeating the air.

That's how it's written in fantasy novels.

It must be said that the air in ancient times was indeed fresher than that in modern times, and Lin Ping felt completely captivated.

Unfortunately, Lin Ping did not sense the so-called spiritual power. To improve his strength, he had to undergo physical training.

Left with no other choice, he could only run laps, do frog jumps, push-ups, and so on in the backyard...

At the same time, the news that Lin Ping was the Prince of Wu had already spread among the upper echelons of Shuntian Prefecture. No one expected that this unknown young man from the Meng family was actually the Prince of Wu.

In an instant, wealthy merchants from all walks of life in Shuntian Prefecture gathered at the entrance of the Meng residence.

Meng Yuanping was startled by the scene and hurriedly ordered the gatekeeper to close the door. He mistakenly thought that these were all creditors of the Meng family, after all, they had accumulated a lot of debt in order to accelerate development.

"Boss Meng, open the door quickly! We're all here to curry favor with you!" came the shameless voices of the wealthy businessmen from outside the door.

Even if someone is trying to curry favor, there's no need to say it so openly.

Faced with this eagerness to curry favor, Meng Yuanping felt very uneasy.

There were many wealthy merchants from first-rate families outside the gate, whose wealth far surpassed that of the Meng family. They had no need to curry favor with him.

But this is something you wouldn't joke about, since it's quite embarrassing.

"I don't understand what you bosses mean," Meng Yuanping asked through the crack in the door.

"Don't pretend. Nobody's trying to steal your son-in-law. We're just here to curry favor with you. The gifts we have are the best proof."

The crowd outside the door chatted as they fiddled with the strange and wonderful gifts in their hands.

"Son-in-law? Where did I get a son-in-law?" Meng Yuanping was completely bewildered.

"Could it be that Qingge has found me a rich husband?" Meng Yuanping thought excitedly.

Not long ago, he went to propose marriage to the Prince of Wu, but was humiliated. This encouraging news immediately helped him emerge from that shadow.

Even if the Prince of Wu Kingdom is gone, there is still the Prince of Daye Dynasty. My Qingge is so outstanding, she will naturally find a good husband.

While excited, he also felt a little worried. He was afraid that Meng Qingge would leave the Meng family, leaving the huge business unmanaged, since that young master of the Wu Kingdom only cooperated with Meng Qingge.

"Can the Prince of Wu really accept Qingge's husband?" Meng Yuanping muttered to himself. He knew that the Prince of Wu liked Meng Qingge, which was why he chose to cooperate with the Meng family. But if Meng Qingge married someone else, the cooperation might be affected.

"Boss Meng is quite cunning. You must have known all along that Lin Wuqing is the Prince of Wu Kingdom. It's just a pity that we don't have your discerning eye, otherwise my three daughters could have been of some use," one of them said sourly.

"Of course, you can't recognize talent as discerningly as I can." Meng Yuanping was pleased with the praise. "What? Lin Wuqing is a prince of the Wu Kingdom?"

He was so engrossed in the other person's praise that it took him a long time to realize what was happening.

"You're not pretending to be ignorant, are you? Your precious son-in-law revealed his identity in the main hall in front of the emperor."

The most sullen person almost vomited, and they seriously suspected that Meng Yuanping was faking it.

If he hadn't realized Lin Wuqing's true identity, why would he have kept him in his mansion to eat and drink for free, even at the cost of his own daughter?

Meng Yuanping was ashamed. He also wanted to get rid of Lin Ping, but Huang Jiayu disagreed. He was born afraid of his wife and didn't know how to resist, so he agreed to let Lin Ping stay and eat and drink for free.

To reveal one's identity before the emperor? The information must be accurate.

Meng Yuanping sorted out his thoughts. He wanted to rush to Lin Ping and apologize immediately, but he felt that would be too undignified and that being slapped in the face was really unpleasant.

"Qingge, did you already know Ping'er's identity?" Meng Yuanping barged into Meng Qingge's room without even knocking.

Meng Qingge was startled and had no idea what he was trying to say.

However, judging from how he addresses Lin Ping, it should be a positive change.

"Daughter doesn't understand what Father means," Meng Qingge asked knowingly.

She knew what Lin Ping's identity meant and knew she couldn't reveal it easily, not even if her father asked.

"That brat is still lying to me. Ping'er has already revealed his identity to the Emperor. He is the Prince of Wu." In his excitement, Meng Yuanping didn't mince words.

Meng Qingge nodded and said, "Daughter did learn about Young Master Lin's identity not long ago, but it was not because of his identity that she developed feelings for him."

"She's such a good daughter!" Meng Yuanping didn't care why Meng Qingge liked Lin Ping; he just wanted this result.

"Go find him now and tell him that Father was wrong before, and ask him to come to the manor." Meng Yuanping said anxiously, "Go through the back door, the front door is already surrounded by those wealthy merchants."

Meng Qingge rolled her eyes at Meng Yuanping, but still did as he instructed.

It wasn't because she listened to her father, but because she missed Lin Ping terribly; she would miss him terribly if she didn't see him for even a minute.