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

Upon hearing this, Luo Hanyi's fingers tightened suddenly, gripping the wine glass in her hand.

Her face flushed instantly, and she stared at Wang Long in astonishment.

My heart is filled with spring fever.

What that old man said was so touching.

Wang Long reached out and gently took her hand that was holding the wine glass.

His rough palm pressed against her cold hand, warm and strong.

"Wang Long..."

Luo Hanyi's voice trembled slightly, unsure how to face Wang Long.

She wanted to escape.

Do you even know what you're saying?

"Of course I know."

Wang Long lowered his head and looked into her eyes.

"My lady, you are my first woman."

"Without you, there would be no Wang Long today."

Luo Hanyi's eyes reddened.

Wang Long only remembered her good points...

She bit her lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

But the tears welled up in his eyes and finally slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the back of Wang Long's hand.

"I...I am not worthy..."

Her voice choked with emotion, filled with deep remorse.

"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, a poisonous woman..."

Wang Long looked at Luo Hanyi with heartache and said softly.

"No, Madam, you are a good woman~"

"There's no possibility between us!"

Luo Hanyi already felt very happy to be able to maintain a dual cultivation relationship with Wang Long.

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe, and her whole body was trembling.

Wang Long pulled Luo Hanyi into his arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and cried like a child.

She was completely different from the Luo Hanyi she usually was.

Wang Long put his arm around her and gently patted her back.

"It's all over now."

His voice was very soft and gentle.

Luo Hanyi cried even harder, his tears soaking his clothes.

She had never cried like that in front of anyone before.

She was the mistress of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, a first-rank imperial consort, and an ice queen in everyone's eyes.

She cannot cry, cannot be weak, and cannot let anyone see her vulnerability.

But in Wang Long's arms, she didn't need to pretend anymore.

She can cry, she can be vulnerable, she can let down all pretense and defenses.

Because he is Wang Long.

He's her man!

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Luo Hanyi's sobs gradually subsided and turned into low sobs.

She lifted her head from Wang Long's embrace, her eyes and nose red, and her face still streaked with tears.

They look pitiful, yet inexplicably adorable.

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

"Madam, listen to me."

Luo Hanyi sniffed and looked at him.

Wang Long's eyes were very serious.

"Once I'm strong enough, I'll bring Niannu back, and then..."

He spoke very seriously, word by word.

"I will welcome you all through the door."

"By then, no one will dare to object!"

Luo Hanyi was stunned.

She looked into Wang Long's cloudy yet resolute old eyes.

Looking at the seriousness and solemnity on his face, a warm feeling welled up in my heart that I couldn't quite explain.

Luo Hanyi smiled and nodded vigorously, her voice choked with emotion but firm.

"it is good."

"I'll be waiting for you."

Wang Long reached out and cupped her face, gently stroking the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

"Aren't you crying anymore?"

Luo Hanyi shook her head, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and tried her best to regain her aloof and noble appearance.

But her red eyes and slightly swollen eyelids betrayed her.

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh when he saw her trying to appear calm while unable to hide her disheveled state.

"Madam, you look better when you cry."

Luo Hanyi glared at him and punched him in the chest.

"Shut up."

Wang Long grabbed her hand, held it in his palm, and teased her.

"Our First Madam can even act cute now."

"Wang Long".

"Um?"

"You...you're not going home tonight?"

Wang Long looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"Does the First Madam want me to go back?"

Luo Hanyi's face flushed slightly.

"I didn't say that."

Wang Long smiled, reached out and put his arm around her waist, then lifted her up in his arms.

Luo Hanyi exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What are you doing?!"

"Didn't the First Madam say that I should come here tonight to continue my cultivation?"

Wang Long carried her and strode towards the main room.

"Although tonight is our wedding night, we cannot neglect the First Madam. I am a man of my word!"

Luo Hanyi's face turned bright red, from her neck all the way to her ears.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting... when did I ever...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Long had already pushed open the door to the main room.

Luo Hanyi's black hair was disheveled, and her beautiful eyes were misty with tears.

She bit her lip, looked at Wang Long, and felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

"Wang...Long..."

Wang Long smiled, lowered his head, and gently kissed her forehead.

The candlelight flickered for a moment, then slowly went out.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the bed and on the two of them.

A gentle night breeze was blowing.

The bamboo leaves rustled.

inside the house.

The melodious music played all night without interruption.

……

The next day.

The Eastern Palace.

Wang Long sat in the guest seat, holding a cup of freshly brewed Longjing tea in his hands. The aroma of the tea wafted through the air, but he had no heart to savor it.

Murong Hao sat opposite him, his complexion much better than yesterday.

The effects of the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill had fully taken hold, and the broken bones in his chest had completely healed.

He wasn't even left with a scar, and he looked energetic and radiant.

"Your Highness has arrived early today."

Murong Hao picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and smiled gently.

Wang Long was much older than him, so he found it hard to call him "brother-in-law".

"I thought that after your wedding night, you would be sleeping until late today."

Wang Long blushed and coughed lightly.

"Your Highness, please don't tease this old man."

Murong Hao smiled, put down his teacup, and looked at Wang Long's face, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Speak, what brings you to see me so early?"

Wang Long put down his teacup and got straight to the point.

"I would like to inquire with Your Highness about the matter of the struggle for supremacy among the myriad dynasties."

Upon hearing this, Murong Hao stood up, walked to the bookshelf, took down a yellowed scroll from the top shelf, unfolded it, and laid it on the desk.

The scroll contains a map.

"The Battle of Ten Thousand Dynasties, held once every hundred years, is hosted by the Eastern Heavenly Alliance."

Murong Hao pointed to a location in the center of the map marked "Tianmeng" and slowly began to speak.

"Participants come from various dynasties, sects, and aristocratic families in the Eastern Region. Their cultivation level is below Grandmaster, and there is no age limit."

"The previous competition had as many as 100,000 participants, but only 100 people survived."

Wang Long couldn't help but gasp.

Those are all ninth-rank martial artists, extremely rare in the entire Qin Dynasty.

Here, they're so worthless, one death can wipe out a whole bunch of them.

"The mortality rate is that high?"