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

Chapter 577 Returning to the Lotus Palace

As the morning sun rose, Lin Ping stretched happily.

I slept well!

He glanced at Guo Zhixi with a guilty look; beauty really isn't as appealing as sleep.

"Oh no, my senior sister has a fever."

Touching Guo Zhixi's burning forehead, Lin Ping was extremely worried.

Wound infections can easily lead to high fever and even be life-threatening.

He doesn't need fever reducers, he needs anti-inflammatory drugs.

Even if you wipe her body with some alcohol, it will only provide temporary relief.

"Is this really okay?" A wicked thought popped into Lin Ping's mind, but seeing Guo Zhixi's pained expression, he immediately became serious.

"Senior sister, hang in there, we're going home now." Lin Ping picked her up again and ran frantically toward Lotus Palace.

Not to mention Huzhou, even in the entire Daye Dynasty, there was no place to buy antibiotics. Only by returning to her residence in the Lotus Palace could Guo Zhixi survive.

"My lord, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep," Guo Zhixi murmured, her mind beginning to drift.

"It's all your fault for oversleeping!" Lin Ping said remorsefully.

If he hadn't been sleeping like a log, how could he have missed the infection in Guo Zhixi's wound?

It can't be entirely blamed on him. Even if he had discovered it in advance, it wouldn't have solved the problem. At most, he could have sensed the Lotus Palace overnight.

"Senior sister, you can't sleep. Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a young master who was very handsome. He was so handsome that he could wake people up. Every time he went out, he would be surrounded by girls."

"When he was about my age, he reached the peak of his looks. Once, when he went out, he was surrounded by tens of thousands of girls. The whole street was blocked. He eventually starved to death. This is the story of Wei Jie being killed by being stared at."

"There's another story..."

Lin Ping kept rambling on and on, always able to condense a story into a single sentence. He even summarized "Journey to the West" simply as the story of one human and three animals.

"But I can't tell stories."

Lin Ping was so anxious he was almost in tears. He had told all the stories he had accumulated over several decades in one go.

He knew that once Guo Zhixi fell asleep, she might never wake up again.

"That's probably a crazy monkey..." Guo Zhixi said weakly, forcing a smile with all her might.

“That’s right, there are not only crazy monkeys, but also crazy stones, and there’s a long story written on them.” Lin Ping searched his memory and began to tell the little girl’s favorite book, “Dream of the Red Chamber.”

But he really didn't finish reading it.

"Is that Wei Jie even more handsome than you, sir?" Guo Zhixi asked proactively.

She knew Lin Ping's intention; rather than letting him rack his brains to keep her awake, she might as well keep herself alert.

"A little bit more handsome than me," Lin Ping said shamelessly, pinching his little finger with his thumb.

"Those three weak women are so pitiful, falling into the hands of 105 strong men. Their lives must be miserable..."

"Those three brothers have escaped poverty and become wealthy, and the red-faced Guan Yu is certainly loyal..."

Throughout the journey, Guo Zhixi chatted with Lin Ping.

"Senior sister, you really can't sleep, we'll be there soon," Lin Ping emphasized repeatedly.

"Are you trying to make me sleepy to death? The reason I caught a cold is because I didn't sleep last night, and the reason I didn't sleep is because your snoring was too loud!" Guo Zhixi roared angrily.

Lin Ping's ears became the victim, buzzing for a long time.

"Okay, my bad, you can sleep peacefully now." Lin Ping then realized that he had misjudged Guo Zhixi's condition.

The other person's wound is indeed somewhat infected, and he even has a fever, but he is full of energy and will not die for the time being.

After running all morning, Lin Ping was exhausted, like a dead dog. Only then did he realize something: "Am I stupid? Why didn't I get a horse? Wouldn't a four-legged animal run faster than my three-legged self?"

Lin Ping underestimated his strength; his third leg couldn't even touch the ground.

Although the road from Huzhou to Lianhua Palace is remote, there are always a few small towns along it.

He spent one hundred taels of silver to buy a fine horse and began Lin Ping's life of galloping.

Giddy up! Giddy up!

Lin Ping used every method to make the horse run fast, as if he were venting his frustration.

Lin Ping didn't close his eyes all day, and his horse was so exhausted that it collapsed on the ground.

Lin Ping didn't wait for the horse to recover its strength, as the rest of the journey was through mountainous terrain, and the horse was of no use to him.

This place is already outside the territory of the Daye Dynasty, and it is only a hundred miles away from the Lotus Palace. If he doesn't sleep or rest, Lin Ping is confident that he can get back to the Lotus Palace before noon.

"My lord, I'm cold." Guo Zhixi was trembling all over, and her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

Her previous energy and spirit were all an act; her condition was actually quite bad.

It's very likely he won't make it through the night.

"There's a campfire right ahead. If you put your hand near it, you won't be cold anymore," Lin Ping replied with a heavy heart, realizing he had to resort to such a clumsy method.

He wasn't sure if it would work, but he really couldn't think of a better way.

The coldness that comes from within cannot be solved by simply putting on a piece of clothing.

In the blur, Guo Zhixi seemed to really see the ball of flame in front of her, and slowly reached her small hand into it.

"Did you mistake my heart for a flame?" Lin Ping murmured to himself, feeling Guo Zhixi's delicate hand touching his chest.

That's good, it increases his motivation.

"Senior sister, hold on tight, Thomas the Tank Engine is about to accelerate!" Lin Ping channeled his inner Fuxing bullet train, his legs pounding the ground like an engine.

Once a person has a goal, they really won't feel tired.

Lin Ping, who usually enjoys living off his wife, is a perfect example.

"When I get back this time, I'm determined to stay a kept man and never come out on a mission, no matter what."

Lin Ping made a solemn vow in his heart.

Since you've chosen to be a kept man, why work so hard? It's unethical.

Touching Lin Ping's chest, Guo Zhixi's breathing became much calmer, and her beautiful face was full of smiles, probably from a sweet dream.

"Tianmu Mountain! Lotus Palace! I, Chen Hansan, have finally returned!"

Looking at the familiar mountain gate, Lin Ping shouted at the top of his lungs, waking even the sleeping Guo Zhixi.

"We're about to enter the mountain gate, Senior Sister, you must hold your breath," Lin Ping reminded her.

Although she is highly skilled in martial arts and has crossed this river countless times, she is physically weak this time and may not be able to make it through.

To avoid worrying Lin Ping, Guo Zhixi nodded vigorously.

Once underwater, Guo Zhixi's condition deteriorated rapidly. She coughed violently, expelling all the breath she had managed to hold in.

Seeing Guo Zhixi's face turn purple from holding her breath, and even start gulping down water, Lin Ping didn't hesitate to offer his mouth and exhale deeply into her mouth.

"I'm saving people, I have no ulterior motives whatsoever," Lin Ping kept reminding himself.

As long as he doesn't say anything and Guo Zhixi doesn't say anything, this matter will not be known to a third person.

When he surfaced with this movement, there was clearly a pair of wide-eyed stares on the shore.