This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

"If you cannot find evidence to prove Sun Xing's crime within three days, then you will have no choice but to release him."

Zhao Qianshan was somewhat angry; clearly, this boss, who was notorious for embezzlement, also despised Sun Xing's evil deeds.

Zhang Ping'an frowned.

That old bastard Sun Guihua, he's really quick on his feet.

On the one hand, they had Zhang Xuanling report me and expel me from the night watch.

On the other hand, they put pressure on the palace official, employing a two-pronged approach.

It's almost impossible to find evidence in three days.

It seems the only option is to target those White Lotus sect members who have been arrested.

Zhang Ping'an cupped his hands in greeting: "My lord, this humble servant wishes to interrogate a member of the White Lotus sect tonight!"

Zhao Qianshan stared at him suspiciously: "Can't we do it in the afternoon? Why do we have to conduct the interrogation at night?"

"Hehe, only night interrogation can put mental pressure on people!" Zhang Ping'an winked, and Zhao Qianshan seemed to be thinking.

"Granted."

"You are given the authority to act as you see fit for these three days. Go ahead and do it!"

Zhao Qianshan generously tossed him a token. Although he didn't understand Zhang Ping'an's plan, he knew that the fewer people who knew about what Zhang Ping'an was about to do, the better.

"Thanks, boss!" Zhang Ping'an felt that Zhao the Skinflint wasn't so bad after all.

Back in the front hall, Wang Qisheng immediately came over.

"Ping An, what did the boss say to you?"

Zhang Ping'an immediately looked worried: "The boss said that I only have three days left to handle the Sun Xing case."

"This is troublesome." Wang Qisheng frowned as well.

"Should we continue with the torture?"

Recalling Sun Xing's frenzied behavior, Zhang Ping'an shook his head.

"Brother Wang, could you please ask your wife for leave tonight to accompany me in interrogating the White Lotus sect members?"

"Of course!" Wang Qisheng patted his chest, giving him a "I've got your back" look.

Thanks!

Zhang Pingan punched his chest.

At this moment, a yamen runner who was guarding outside ran in: "Zhang Tiewei, there are people outside who claim to be servants of the Left Prime Minister's residence looking for you."

Are people from the Prime Minister's residence looking for me?

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

Zhang Ping'an followed them to the entrance of the yamen.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhang Ping'an recognized him as a servant from the Prime Minister's residence.

"Young Master, Madam requests your return. Vice Minister Zhang of the Ministry of Revenue, along with his third son Zhang Wu, have come to apologize to you!"

The servant initially wanted to call Zhang Ping'an by his full name, but upon seeing Zhang Ping'an's Night Watch uniform, he suddenly chickened out.

Ah, Brother Chu, I love you to death.

"Okay, I understand. Tell them I'll go back after I finish my duties."

"Yes."

The servant turned and hurriedly left.

Zhang Ping'an could go back now, but why not let Zhang Xuanling wait?

In the afternoon, Zhang Ping'an didn't continue his visits, but instead took a break—finding a place to write his story manuscript.

The owner of Laobizhai told him that he needed to write ten chapters before it could be sold.

Zhang Ping'an now wishes he could have the ability to create clones of himself.

He had to be on duty during the day and practice breathing exercises at night, so he didn't even have time to practice the true teachings of the Horizontal Training Master.

However, the academy's breathing technique is truly miraculous, worthy of being called the number one self-cultivation technique in the world. Zhang Ping'an has only practiced it for a few days, and his physique has improved several times over.

Of course, this is only in comparison to ordinary people. Any random constable from the Night Watch could easily defeat him.

On the other side, in the main hall of the Prime Minister's residence.

Su Xiu'e, dressed in gorgeous clothes, sat in the first seat with dignified bearing.

After listening to the servant's report, she frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Xuanling, who was sitting calmly to the side.

"Lord Zhang, Zhang Ping'an won't be back until after his shift ends. Would you like to go back first or wait here?"

Zhang Xuanling cupped his hands and said, "Madam, I will wait here."

"Okay." Su Xiu'e nodded and left with her maid.

Back in the room, her personal maid, Xiao Tao, asked in puzzlement, "Madam, this Lord Zhang is really interesting. Last time, he apologized halfway through, then suddenly went back."

"Two days later, they came to apologize again."

"Is there something wrong with his brain?"

Su Xiu'e gave a cold laugh: "You're wrong, he's very smart. It's just that Zhang Ping'an is becoming more and more unfathomable to me."

Zhang Wu sat obediently in the chair, wanting to speak several times, but seeing Zhang Xuanling's serious face, he held back.

Just as Zhang Wu and the others were getting bored and drowsy, a pair of black cloth boots stepped into the hall.

Zhang Xuanling immediately opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Ping'an, who was dressed in a black flying bird suit, and showed a friendly smile.

"Ping An, I brought your third brother to apologize to you last time, but unfortunately we didn't see you. This time I waited all afternoon, and finally you came back."

Zhang Ping'an gave a cold laugh: "Is Lord Zhang trying to complain to me?"

"No, I just wanted to show you my sincerity, Ping An," Zhang Xuanling said with a smile.

Zhang Ping'an found a chair, sat down, picked up his cup, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a big gulp.

He looked up at Zhang Xuanling.

"Lord Zhang, sincerity isn't something you can just talk about; it's something you have to show for it."

Zhang Xuanling cursed inwardly that this little beast was truly ruthless, taking the opportunity to extort money from him, but dared not show it on his face.

"Ping An is right, it was my oversight that led me to overlook this."

"Hey, Lord Zhang, watch your words. Don't try to establish kinship with me." Zhang Ping'an wouldn't give him any chance to try and build a connection.

Zhang Xuanling suppressed his anger and suddenly kicked Zhang Wu in the leg.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to Ping An."

Zhang Wu stood up reluctantly, bowed to Zhang Ping'an, and gave a very strained smile.

"Ping An, it's all my fault. I misunderstood you. Please forgive me."

"These are the banknotes I stole from you back then."

"This is a double compensation note for you."

"It's five thousand taels in total, please count it."

Zhang Ping'an leaned back, propped one leg up on the chair, took the silver note, and glanced sideways at Zhang Wu.

"I remember you wanted to beat me up back then, how are we going to settle that score?"

Damn it, this piece of trash is really pushing his luck.

Just as he was about to get angry, Zhang Xuanling suddenly kicked him hard in the buttocks.

"Ping An is asking you what to do? Tell me!" Zhang Xuanling shouted from behind.

Zhang Wu glanced back at Zhang Xuanling's threatening gaze and was immediately terrified, his hair standing on end.

"Ping, Ping'an, it's all your brother's fault. Can you hit me to vent your anger?"

At this moment, Zhang Wu remembered the warning his elder brother Zhang Qi had given him when his father brought him to apologize to Zhang Ping'an last time.

Ping An, you wouldn't be that ruthless, would you?

"Since you've said that, then I won't hold back." Zhang Ping'an grinned, a dark glint in his eyes, and suddenly punched Zhang Wu's smug face.

"Serves you right for bullying me, for using me as a human punching bag, for stealing my money..."

Screams like pigs being slaughtered echoed from the living room of the Prime Minister's residence.

The servants in the Prime Minister's residence looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why has our son-in-law suddenly become so assertive!"

"Yes, last time they beat up the eldest son of the Vice Minister of Revenue, and this time they beat up the third son."

"Heh, this Vice Minister of Revenue's family is truly ridiculous. Now that the marriage is severed, they send a son over every few days for their son-in-law to beat up and vent his anger. If only they had known this would happen, they would have regretted it!"

"Who said that? The second young master hasn't been delivered yet!"

"I guess we should give it to the second young master next time."