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

Main hall.

Luo Hanyi sat in the main seat, holding a cup of tea in her hands, but did not drink it, seemingly lost in thought.

She changed into a light blue long dress, her hair was styled in a high bun, revealing a section of her snow-white neck.

Her makeup was exquisite, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and she looked even more gentle than usual.

Those beautiful eyes, which were usually clear and cold like frost, were now veiled with a thin layer of mist, making them hazy and dreamy.

Wang Long stood at the entrance of the main hall, looked at her, and paused for a moment.

Luo Hanyi is different today than usual.

Normally, her aloofness comes from within, keeping people at arm's length.

But today, her cool demeanor was tinged with an indescribable tenderness.

Wang Long shook his head, banishing these chaotic thoughts from his mind, and stepped into the main hall, bowing respectfully.

"Madam, you wanted to see me?"

Luo Hanyi snapped out of her daze and looked at him.

For some reason, she felt overjoyed when she saw Wang Long.

"Don't be shy, please have a seat."

Wang Long straightened up, sat down in the guest seat, picked up the tea that the maid had just brought, and took a small sip.

The tea is this year's new tea, with a refreshing aroma and a sweet aftertaste.

He put down his teacup, looked up at Luo Hanyi, and waited for her to speak.

Luo Hanyi didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly with a complicated expression.

The room fell silent.

Wang Long felt a little uncomfortable being stared at and coughed lightly.

"Madam, what brings you here?"

Luo Hanyi's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the teacup, her knuckles turning white.

She took a deep breath, spoke slowly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Wang Long, I have a question for you."

"Please speak, Madam."

"What are your plans for the future?"

Wang Long was stunned for a moment.

Intend?

He had never thought about this question.

I transmigrated to this world and served as a stable boy for sixty-eight years.

All he thought about every day was how to survive, how not to be beaten to death, and how not to starve to death.

I never thought about "the future".

So much has happened these past few days, it's all so surreal, that Wang Long hasn't had a chance to calm down and think it through.

Looking at his bewildered expression, Luo Hanyi felt a surge of indescribable sorrow.

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

"What I mean is... will you leave with the Venerable One?"

Wang Long remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't have that idea for now."

Luo Hanyi's fingers loosened slightly; she finally put down the teacup she had been gripping for so long.

Why?

"I am not strong enough yet."

Wang Long looked at Luo Hanyi, his cloudy old eyes filled with seriousness.

"I still have people I care about and people I need to protect here. I can't just leave like this."

"Besides, Niannu will be guarding the Great Qian for some time and won't be leaving."

As Luo Hanyi listened, her eyes suddenly reddened.

She suddenly stood up, walked quickly to Wang Long, and before he could react, she threw herself into his arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Wang Long's waist, buried her face in his chest, and trembled all over.

Wang Long froze.

I have never seen Luo Hanyi so out of control, or so proactive before!

His hand hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put it.

Luo Hanyi's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Her voice was choked with sobs, almost choked with tears.

"Wang Long, this lady... this lady..."

She took a deep breath and squeezed out the rest of her words, one by one.

"This lady...can't bear to see you go..."

Wang Long was stunned.

"I don't know when it started, but I've fallen for you."

Luo Hanyi raised her head, looking at him through her teary eyes.

"Ever since the night you first helped me suppress the backlash, I have... I have already regarded you as..."

She didn't finish her sentence; tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto Wang Long's chest.

"I know I am not worthy to say such things."

"The way I treated you before, whipping you, calling you a dog, even not letting you die a quick death..."

"I am not a good person. I am a wicked person and a poisonous woman."

"But this lady just... just can't control her feelings..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and more and more choked up.

Looking at Luo Hanyi, who was crying her eyes out in his arms, Wang Long felt a surge of complex emotions.

Luo Hanyi single-handedly supported the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion for ten years; if she were a pushover, she wouldn't have lived long.

Her icy beauty is her camouflage.

She also longed for someone to rely on, but many people coveted her and wanted to take over the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion.

Wang Long took a deep breath, lowered his hand that was hanging in mid-air, and gently wrapped his arms around Luo Hanyi's waist.

Luo Hanyi's body trembled slightly, then she hugged him even tighter.

"Madam."

Wang Long's voice was deep and gentle.

"It's all in the past."

"I didn't care."

"In this cannibalistic era, although life at the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion is tough and exhausting, I will not lose my name without a clear explanation."

In the homes of other noble families, when does someone not die?

"and……"

He paused, a smile playing on his lips.

"It was because of the First Madam that I awakened my inheritance and gained my current power."

Luo Hanyi looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, somewhat incredulous.

She felt that Wang Long was comforting her.

"real?"

"real."

Wang Long reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

"My feelings for the First Madam have never been hatred, but gratitude, and also..."

He paused, a hint of tenderness flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"...pity".

Luo Hanyi's tears welled up again, but this time, they flowed with a smile.

She tiptoed and gently kissed Wang Long on the cheek.

Then she released him, took a step back, wiped away her tears, and tried her best to regain her aloof and noble demeanor.

"This lady...this lady didn't mean that, please don't misunderstand, this lady just..."

She stammered for a long time, but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.

She's got a bit of Qin Minglan's arrogant air about her.

This contrast is actually quite cute.

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw her embarrassed and ashamed expression.

"What, Madam?"

Luo Hanyi's face turned even redder, and she turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"You...you can leave now. I'm tired and need to rest."

Wang Long stood up with a smile and bowed.

"Then... shall I take my leave?"

Luo Hanyi didn't look at him, she just nodded.

Wang Long turned and walked towards the door.

"Wang Long".

Luo Hanyi's voice came from behind.

Wang Long stopped and turned around.

Luo Hanyi lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

"Tonight...you...you come to my place...to continue your cultivation..."

Wang Long paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Alright, I'll come later."

Luo Hanyi lowered her head even further, her ears turning a deep red that looked like they could bleed.

She stood there, watching Wang Long's departing figure, for a long time.

She turned around, walked back to the bronze mirror, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was flushed, and there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes, but a smile lingered on her lips.

"Luo Hanyi, oh Luo Hanyi..."

She murmured to herself, reaching out her finger to gently stroke her face in the mirror.

"When did you become so pathetic?"