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

Wang Long didn't even have a chance to speak.

The three women surrounded him and took turns kissing him; they coordinated quite well.

Wang Long wanted to cry but had no tears.

What is this?

A happy dilemma?

No, this is more like sweet torture.

Murong Yuan stood aside, watching his daughter and two other women vying to kiss an old stable boy, his lips twitching violently.

He turned to look at Murong Hao and whispered.

"Hao'er, am I dreaming?"

Murong Hao shook his head with a wry smile.

"Father, I also hope it's just a dream."

The father and son exchanged a glance and sighed simultaneously.

Luo Hanyi stood at the edge of the ruins, looking at the four people making a scene over there with a complicated expression.

She didn't go over.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.

Luo Hanyi is the mistress of the Marquis's mansion, a widow, and Qin Minglan's sister-in-law.

She couldn't express her feelings as freely as they did.

But Luo Hanyi was now certain.

Her feelings for Wang Long were no less than anyone else's.

Luo Hanyi took a deep breath, suppressing the flutter in her heart, and turned to walk towards Murong Hao.

"Your Highness, I will go and take stock of the casualties."

Murong Hao nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Luo."

Luo Hanyi took a few steps, then couldn't help but look back.

Wang Long was surrounded by three women, his face as red as a monkey's bottom, looking flustered and ridiculous.

Luo Hanyi couldn't help but laugh.

Her smile was soft and gentle, yet it carried a tenderness that she herself was unaware of.

Murong Hao stood on the ruins, his gaze sweeping over the devastated palace.

Collapsed palaces, shattered stone slabs, corpses lying scattered about, blood flowing everywhere...

The once majestic and magnificent imperial city has now become a hell on earth.

His eyes were red-rimmed, but he didn't shed a tear.

"Promotion".

"This servant is here."

Gao Sheng scrambled over from behind the ruins, covered in dust and with a bloodstain on his face.

"By my decree, effective immediately, martial law is declared in the Imperial City, and all Imperial Guards will be deployed in three routes!"

Murong Hao's voice was calm and powerful as he issued commands in an orderly manner.

"Treat the wounded, transfer all the wounded to the Imperial Hospital, and use all the medicines in the palace, sparing no expense."

"Clear the rubble, search for survivors, leave no brick or tile untouched."

"Investigate the remaining associates. Anyone associated with Zhao Pojun, regardless of their official rank, shall be arrested and imprisoned in the imperial prison to await trial."

Gao Sheng nodded repeatedly and turned to pass on the order, but was stopped by Murong Hao.

"etc."

"Does Your Highness have any further instructions?"

Murong Hao remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Issue the decree that all those who fought in the Imperial City today, whether they are Imperial Guards, nobles, servants, or commoners, shall be rewarded according to their merits."

Those who die for their country shall be given a proper burial and their families shall be compensated.

"For those seriously injured, the palace will cover all medical expenses."

"Those who make meritorious contributions will be promoted to higher ranks and rewarded with gold and silver."

Gao Sheng's eyes reddened, and he kowtowed deeply.

"Your Highness is so kind! On behalf of the people of the capital, this servant kowtows in gratitude to Your Highness!"

Murong Hao waved his hand.

"Go."

Gao Sheng scrambled out of the room.

Murong Yuan nodded with satisfaction as he watched his son make the arrangements in an orderly manner.

The smoke of battle in the imperial city gradually dissipated.

Wang Long rode Ta Xue, with Qin Minglan in his arms, slowly making his way down the long street.

Ye Niannu walked beside him, her moon-white dress standing out in the twilight, her steps light as if she were walking on clouds.

None of the three spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.

The horse walked slowly through the snow, its hooves lightly pounding the ground, the sound of its hooves echoing through the empty street.

Qin Minglan leaned against Wang Long's chest, her almond-shaped eyes half-open and half-closed, looking languid.

She was exhausted; she hadn't rested since the spirit beast went berserk, and had been fighting non-stop.

Everything was over, my tense nerves relaxed, and exhaustion instantly washed over me.

Wang Long had one arm around her waist and the other holding the reins. He could feel her body getting heavier and her breathing becoming more steady.

The girl is asleep.

Wang Long glanced down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, and reached out to pull up the cloak that had slipped down, covering her shoulders.

Ye Niannu turned her head to look at this scene, a faint smile on her lips.

She is truly dependent on you.

Wang Long nodded and agreed.

"The young lady is a good girl."

"So what are you planning to do? When are you going to marry her?"

Ye Niannu covered her mouth and laughed.

In this era, it was normal for men to have multiple wives and concubines.

It's not uncommon for a strong man to have hundreds or even thousands of women.

Wang Long was taken aback; he hadn't thought of it that way.

After all, just over ten days ago he was still worried about his survival.

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet; I just want to become stronger as soon as possible."

Ye Niannu glanced at him, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes.

She understood what Wang Long meant.

In this world where martial prowess reigns supreme, without strength, you are nothing.

Wang Long is currently only at the peak of the fifth rank, and cannot be considered an absolute powerhouse.

However, Ye Niannu was confident that with her around, no one could harm Wang Long.

Wang Long's women are all her sisters, so she will naturally protect them.

Wang Long turned his gaze to the end of the long street and said in a deep voice.

"I plan to discuss other matters after I break through to the Grandmaster level."

Wang Long was confident that he would reach that level soon!

Ye Niannu didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and gently took Wang Long's hand.

"Hmm, it's a piece of cake for you!"

She had a sweet voice and absolute confidence in Wang Long.

Wang Long lowered his head and looked at her slender fingers, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

"Niannu."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Ye Niannu smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"I can feel your love for me. I will strive to improve myself and try my best to be worthy of you!"

Wang Long looked at Ye Niannu seriously and said solemnly.

Ye Niannu blushed slightly and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Enough with the cheesy stuff."

But she gripped her hand even tighter.

The Marquis of Zhenbei's residence.

The plaque above the door is still there, but the vermilion door is shattered on the ground, and there are several deep claw marks on the door frame, which is shocking to see.

The courtyard was also a mess, with broken blue bricks, snapped bamboo, collapsed rockery, and corpses of mythical beasts and dried blood everywhere.

The servants were busy cleaning when they saw Wang Long and his two companions return. They all stopped what they were doing and respectfully greeted him as "Master Wang".

Wang Long nodded, dismounted, and gently lifted Qin Minglan down from the horse.

Qin Minglan opened her eyes groggily, looked around, mumbled "Are we here?", then closed her eyes again, buried her face in Wang Long's chest, and continued to sleep.

Wang Long was both amused and exasperated; this girl was really carefree.

"Honey, give her to me, I'll take her back to her room to rest."

Ye Niannu reached out and took Qin Minglan from Wang Long's arms.

Qin Minglan was more than half a head taller than her, and when she hugged him, his legs were dragging on the ground, making for a rather comical scene.

Ye Niannu didn't care. Holding Qin Minglan, she vanished into the depths of the courtyard in a flash.

Wang Long turned and walked into his courtyard.

His yard was relatively intact and had not been damaged.

Wang Long pushed open the door and went in, then plopped down on the bed.

He lay down on his back, staring at the ceiling, and exhaled a long breath.

This day felt so long.

Wang Long felt like his old bones were about to fall apart.

He turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

Wang Long felt a tickling sensation on his face, as if a soft, white hand was gently stroking his cheek.

He groggily opened his eyes a crack.