The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long reached out and gently patted Murong Qing's back.

He held her tightly in his arms, feeling a sweet warmth in his heart.

"I like Qing'er too, I really like her!"

Murong Hao stood aside, watching his younger sister cling to Wang Long like a koala, and his lips twitched twice.

I took a deep breath and suppressed the complex emotions in my heart.

Wang Long was the hero who saved the Great Qian Dynasty, and the two were in love with each other.

He couldn't break them up!

Ye Niannu watched this scene, tilted her head, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

"Well, I knew it! You guys stayed in that secret room for so long, there must be something going on."

She walked to Wang Long's side, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, lowering her voice slightly but deliberately making sure everyone could hear.

"As expected of my destined one, he won over that princess so quickly."

Murong Qing's face flushed red instantly, from her neck all the way to her ears.

He hastily released Wang Long, took two steps back, lowered his head, and dared not look at anyone.

"My lord, what are you saying... I... I was just... just worried about the old man..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Ye Niannu laughed so hard she was shaking, then put her hands behind her back, circled around her, and looked her up and down.

"Worried? Do you need to hug me so tightly if you're worried?"

Murong Qing's face turned even redder, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

She was so worried about Wang Long that she didn't notice how many people were around.

Qin Minglan stood to the side, looking at Murong Qing's shy appearance, then at Wang Long, her brows furrowing slightly.

She was about to cry.

He gently tugged at Luo Hanyi's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"Sister-in-law, Her Highness the Princess... and that old man... are they...?"

Luo Hanyi remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Qin Minglan's face was very pale.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat tight and she couldn't utter a single word.

I originally thought Ye Niannu was my only competitor, but now there's another princess.

And she's already slept with Wang Long.

While he was out there fighting the enemy, when did the two of them get married?

Qin Minglan felt like her world was collapsing.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, repeating this several times before she could suppress the surging emotions in her heart.

"Old man..."

Qin Minglan walked up to Wang Long, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on him, her lips pressed tightly together.

"You...you really are...always busy..."

Her voice carried a hint of bitterness and helplessness.

Looking at her angry and aggrieved expression, Wang Long didn't know how to explain.

He could only reach out and gently rub her head.

"Young Miss, this old man..."

"Don't touch my head!"

Qin Minglan slapped his hand away, turned her head away, and refused to look at him, but her eyes quietly reddened.

She wasn't angry, she was just feeling down.

I feel like I have to share my favorite person with someone else.

First she was my sister-in-law, then she was my servant, and now she's a princess.

One by one, they all came to snatch it from her.

When Murong Qing saw Qin Minglan's reddened eyes, she panicked and quickly went over to her, taking her hand.

"Sister Qin, don't be angry. This princess... this princess didn't mean to take it from you..."

She paused, her voice softening slightly.

"This princess just... just wants to be with the old man too..."

Looking into her sincere eyes and at the tear stains still lingering at the corners of her eyes, Qin Minglan felt a strange sense of bitterness dissipate.

She could sense that Murong Qing, like herself, truly loved Wang Long.

Qin Minglan took a deep breath and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Murong Qing's eyes.

"I'm not angry."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

"It's just... I'm not used to it yet, this old man is always bullying people!"

Murong Qing burst into laughter through her tears and grabbed her arm.

"Sister Qin is the best."

Qin Minglan was helpless as she was shaken, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Luo Hanyi stood aside, watching this scene with mixed feelings.

She glanced at Wang Long, then at Qin Minglan and Murong Qing, and then at Ye Niannu, who was standing to the side with a smile.

Suddenly, I felt like I was the outsider.

She was clearly Wang Long's first woman.

She wanted to join the competition, but found that she wasn't qualified.

At first, she was just using Wang Long, but the three of them genuinely liked him.

At that moment, another series of footsteps came from behind the ruins.

This time it wasn't just one person, but a group of people.

Murong Yuan's bright yellow dragon robe was tattered and covered with dust and bloodstains. His hair was disheveled, and there were several scars on his face. He walked with a limp.

But his back remained ramrod straight, and his gaze remained sharp as an eagle's.

Murong Yuan walked to the center of the ruins, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground.

Upon seeing the corpses of Zhao Pojun and the man in black, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Niannu, about to say something, but his gaze suddenly stopped.

His daughter was clinging to Wang Long's arm, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

Murong Yuan's face instantly darkened.

It's unbelievable that a princess of the Great Qian Dynasty would be so intimate with a lowly stable boy.

What kind of behavior is this?!

"Qing'er, what are you doing?!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority and an barely suppressed rage.

Murong Qing trembled, instinctively loosened her grip on Wang Long's arm, took two steps back, lowered her head, and dared not look at Murong Yuan.

"Father...Father Emperor...Your subject..."

She stammered, unable to give a coherent answer, her face turning bright red.

Murong Yuan's gaze shifted from Murong Qing to Wang Long, scrutinizing him from head to toe, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"Wang Long, how dare you!"

His voice suddenly rose, and a powerful aura of a peak ninth-rank expert erupted from his body, pressing down on Wang Long.

"You dare touch my daughter?!"

Wang Long's body sank slightly under the pressure, but he gritted his teeth and did not retreat even half a step.

He raised his head and looked at Murong Yuan, his cloudy old eyes showing no fear.

"Your Majesty, Qing'er and I are mutually in love, and I have never forced her in the slightest."

"Mutual affection?!"

Murong Yuan was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing his finger at Wang Long, his fingertips shaking.

"You, a mere fifth-rank stable boy, dare to be in love with my daughter?!"

"Father!"

Murong Qing raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling with tears.

"It was the old man who saved my life! It was he who saved my elder brother's life! It was he who saved the entire Great Qian Dynasty!"

"If it weren't for him, I would be dead long ago, my elder brother would be dead long ago, and you, Father, would be dead long ago!"

Murong Yuan's words caught in his throat, his face flushed red, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Murong Qing was right; he saw Wang Long kill Zhao Pojun clearly.

Murong Yuan took a deep breath to calm himself down. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Niannu smiled and walked to Wang Long's side. She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Pop~"