After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Several thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's mind in an instant.

If it is a treasure bestowed by the emperor, herbs like ginseng are at least a hundred years old and of the highest quality.

If you sell it on the black market, you'll definitely make a fortune!

When the time comes, just tell Lin Ling that her father ate it, and no one will know.

Fang Yun thought about it more and more and felt that the plan was brilliant.

He couldn't ask for it; Lin Ling had to willingly offer it to him herself before he would reluctantly accept it.

Fang Yun immediately put on a terrified expression, waved his hands repeatedly, and said, "No, no... Young Master Lin, I am not worth your trouble."

Wu Ren rolled his eyes; his face changed so much that even the masters in the opera troupe would be ashamed of themselves.

Lin Ling said worriedly, "But Brother Yun, your father's illness can't be delayed."

Fang Yun concealed the smugness in his eyes and said, "Young Master Lin, I appreciate your kindness, but as a man, if I cannot take care of my family, then all these years of studying the classics would have been in vain."

Lin Ling hesitated, then said, "Alright then."

Fang Yun was taken aback.

This isn't right!

Why did he stop trying?

As before, even though he refused, this fool Lin Ling would still offer him whatever he wanted with both hands.

What exactly has changed?

Why did it change?

Fang Yun raised her eyes and looked at the white-haired man.

Lin Ling changed after he appeared.

Thinking of this, Fang Yun's eyes turned cold.

If this person ruins his plans, he must be eliminated as soon as possible!

Having spent many years in the martial world, Wu Ren naturally sensed a murderous aura for a moment.

He simply didn't take Fang Yun seriously at all. Not to mention that this man was completely powerless, just considering his meager wealth, he couldn't even afford a decent assassin.

There is really nothing to fear.

Lin Ling was completely unaware of this. He tilted his head and asked innocently, "Brother Yun, why aren't you saying anything?"

Fang Yun forced a smile, chuckled awkwardly, and said, "Young Master Lin is indeed a wonderfully understanding person."

Lin Ling was a little embarrassed by the praise, covered her face shyly, and didn't say anything.

Fang Yun knew he wouldn't get any money from Lin Ling today, and was about to take his leave when he heard Lin Ling ask, "By the way, Brother Yun, your father's illness hasn't improved yet. Is it because the doctor's skills are inadequate?"

"Uh..." Fang Yun was a little confused.

Lin Ling continued, "My brother, Princess Zhaoren, has a renowned physician in his household. Why don't we ask him to take a look at your father? Perhaps he can cure him?"

Fang Yun declined, saying, "How could that be..."

"Okay, okay," Lin Ling said somewhat unhappily. "Brother Yun, you've been rejecting my kindness all day. If you reject me again this time, I won't speak to you anymore."

He deliberately turned his head to the side, saying, "You don't need to come looking for me anymore."

Lin Ling's voice is naturally soft; even when she scolds someone, it sounds like she's being coquettish.

But today, she didn't sound coquettish at all.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Fang Yun's temple.

Lin Ling's unusual behavior today made him worry that if he angered this young man, he would never be able to get on Lin Wuye's good side again.

The first two times he rejected Lin Ling, it was a case of feigning reluctance while actually welcoming her; he was saying one thing but meaning another.

However, this time, he genuinely didn't want any miracle doctor to treat his father's illness.

But now he had no choice but to accept it.

He had to agree, and he had no choice but to agree.

Otherwise, if Lin Ling never sees him again, given his current status as a poor scholar, he won't even be able to enter the Lin residence.

"Since Young Master Lin has put it that way, then I shall accept without hesitation," Fang Yun said. "However, there are currently many inconveniences at home. Young Master Lin, could you please arrange for the renowned physician to treat my father tomorrow?"

Lin Ling nodded, "Okay."

Fang Yun cupped his hands in greeting, "Young Master Lin's kindness and virtue are something I will never forget."

"Brother Yun, what are you saying?" Lin Ling said. "Such politeness makes us seem distant."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yun felt much more at ease.

It seems that Lin Ling still likes him.

Fang Yun said, "The proper etiquette must not be disregarded. Please accept my bow, young master."

Lin Ling waved her hand: "No, no, that won't do."

Wu Ren grabbed the little fool and said, "Fine, this bow is what you deserve."

Lin Ling: "?"

For some reason, Lin Ling felt like laughing when she heard the man say that.

That stupid foreigner always talks in such strange ways.

In that instant, Fang Yun was almost certain that Lin Ling's unusual behavior today must be related to this person!

He sneered inwardly. He was just a mere guard; with a few tricks, he could easily get rid of Lin Ling.

Anyway, it's not like he hasn't done this kind of thing before...

Lin Ling and Fang Yun agreed on a time to meet the next day, and Fang Yun then took his leave.

Lin Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief after everyone left.

He had been completely blinded by greed before; this man's eyes were full of scheming, something he had never noticed before.

He casually tossed the blueprint aside.

I felt a pity; the painting was really good, but it was a shame that its owner was such a wicked person.

Wu Ren didn't understand.

What's this little idiot up to now?

"Didn't you hear what that old man said? This scholar's father died a long time ago," Wu Ren said. "Does a miracle doctor go digging up graves to bring the dead back to life?"

Lin Ling was quite surprised, "You actually know about reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones?"

Uren: "Why don't you know?"

Listen to what kind of talk this is?

That's as if no one has ever been to school.

Lin Ling said, "I just want to see where he'll find a stepfather."

Uren thought for a moment, "Could it be that he'll have his husband impersonate him?"

After all, he was so poor that it was obvious he couldn't afford to hire someone to impersonate him.

Lin Ling hesitated before saying, "It shouldn't be that bad... Her husband isn't old, and he doesn't look like her stepfather at all."

"Hard to say."

After all, that scholar was not only useless, but also had a dark heart.

Anything that has no bottom line seems perfectly reasonable when done by him.

One glance at it brings to mind the phrase: "Hmm, he's capable of doing that."

Lin Ling never expected that Wu Ren's words would actually come true.

Lin Ling opened her eyes wide and looked at the boy lying on the bed. His face was completely pale, as if he had suffered from some serious illness.

Fang Yun really did have his husband pretend to be his father.

Lin Ling winked at the physician standing to the side.

He had already explained everything to the physician, who was now taking the young man's pulse as planned, and then had the young man in the room leave.

Wu Ren, carrying his sword, was the first to leave the room.

Fang Yun hesitated, seemingly worried that her husband on the bed might say something inappropriate.

The physician's face darkened, and he snapped at Fang Yun, "I'm here to treat your father-in-law. What are you still standing there for? Get out of here at once!"

Lin Ling chimed in, "Don't worry, Brother Yun, I'll take good care of Uncle Yao. You can go out now."

At this time, the boy on the bed was his "little father," not his "husband," so the divine doctor's request for him to leave was reasonable.

He could find no excuse to refute it.

Fang Yun had no choice but to leave.

Before leaving, Fang Yun gave her husband a warning look, signaling him not to say anything out of line.