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

Murong Yuan stood up and stepped down from the dragon throne.

He walked up to Wang Long and looked him up and down incredulously.

The more I look, the more shocked I become!

"Early stage of the ninth rank..."

Murong Yuan murmured.

"Wang Long, you really did it!"

"I was just lucky."

"Just lucky?"

Murong Yuan looked at him, his lips twitching slightly.

He doesn't believe a damn thing.

Murong Hao stepped forward, looked at Wang Long, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Your Highness, have you come here this time regarding the struggle for supremacy among the myriad dynasties?"

Wang Long nodded.

"I'd like to set off as soon as possible."

Murong Yuan and Murong Hao exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

Murong Yuan turned around and walked back to the dragon throne, raising his hand to gesture for Wang Long to sit down as well.

Wang Long sat down on the chair next to him.

"Hao'er has probably already told you some information about the Warring States Period."

Murong Yuan said in a deep voice.

"The War of Ten Thousand Dynasties not only offers substantial rewards to participants who achieve high rankings, but also greatly benefits the dynasties to which the participants belong."

"In the last competition, a small dynasty in the Eastern Region sent three ninth-rank martial artists to participate, and they achieved a mediocre result."

"Their dynasty received the protection of a powerful force, and the neighboring countries that had been eyeing them covetously dared not invade again, and their national fortune has been prosperous ever since."

Wang Long's fingers tightened slightly.

He understood what Murong Yuan meant.

The struggle for supremacy among dynasties was not only about personal honor, but also about the rise and fall of dynasties.

Murong Yuan looked at him with a deep gaze.

"I do not expect you to bring glory to the Great Qian Dynasty, nor do I expect you to win any awards."

"I only hope you will come back alive."

"You are my son-in-law. If you die, I will not be able to face Qing'er, let alone the Grand Master."

Wang Long looked at him and nodded emphatically.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will definitely return alive."

Murong Yuan nodded, took out a jet-black token from his sleeve, and handed it to Wang Long.

The token is about the size of a palm. The front is engraved with the ancient seal character "天" (tian, meaning heaven), and the back is engraved with a map, with mountains and rivers marked densely.

"This is the summons."

Murong Yuan's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"The venue for the War of Ten Thousand Dynasties is 'Tianque City' in the center of the Eastern Region."

"With this token, once you arrive in Tianque City, someone will naturally come to guide you."

Wang Long took the token; it felt heavy in his hand and had a slight coolness to it.

He put the token away, looked up, and stared at Murong Yuan.

"Your Majesty, how far is Tianque City from the Great Qian Dynasty?"

Murong Yuan stood up, walked to the palace entrance, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the distant sky.

"The journey by airship will only take three days, so you need not worry about that."

As he spoke, Murong Yuan took out a storage ring from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Long.

"These are things I prepared for you."

Wang Long took the ring, probed it with his divine sense, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The space inside the ring was larger than he had imagined.

There were tens of thousands of pills neatly stacked up, ranging from grade three to grade seven, with all kinds available.

Three high-grade Earth-rank spiritual artifacts: a longsword, a shield, and an inner armor.

There are also a large number of spirit stones, including hundreds of thousands of high-grade spirit stones.

Has this emptied the national treasury?

Wang Long's current net worth is truly comparable to that of a country!

"Your Majesty, this...this is far too much..."

"More what?"

Murong Yuan waved his hand, interrupting him.

"You are my son-in-law, if I don't give you up, who else should I give you to?"

He paused, his voice lowering slightly.

"Take these things with you. Whether you'll need them or not is another matter, but having them is better than not having them."

"In a place like the Warring States period, every extra pill is an extra life."

Holding the ring, Wang Long felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"No need to thank me, we're family, no need for formalities."

Murong Yuan picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"Take care on your journey, I await your triumphant return!"

Wang Long nodded, clasped his hands in a salute, turned around and strode out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Wangfu.

Wang Long returned to his bedroom to rest, preparing to set off early the next morning.

The night is deep.

Wang Long stood by the window, looking up at the starry sky.

Wang Long stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and the moonlight fell on it, feeling cool.

He remembered the day Ye Niannu left, how she threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, and the tearful eyes in her eyes when she looked back at him for the last time…

Wang Long felt his heart clench violently.

"Nian Nu..."

Wang Long muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

"Wait for me."

"I will definitely come to pick you up."

"soon!"

The night breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, as if conveying his words.

I heard soft footsteps behind me.

Wang Long didn't turn around; he had already sensed those three familiar auras.

The three women stood at the doorway, looking at the tall, straight figure in front of the window, and none of them spoke.

There was silence for a moment.

Qin Minglan stepped inside first and plopped down on the bed.

He threw the pillow onto the bed, crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and smiled.

"Old man, you're leaving tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep with you tonight."

Murong Qing followed and jogged in, placing the pillow next to Qin Minglan with a sweet smile.

"This princess...this princess is one too."

Luo Hanyi was the last to enter, and she stood by the bed.

His gaze fell on Wang Long's back, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"I'll be here tonight too."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

Wang Long turned around, looked at the three women, and nodded without hesitation.

"it is good."

He walked to the bedside, sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted the spot next to him.

The three women exchanged glances and then got into bed one by one.

Qin Minglan was the least polite, directly occupying Wang Long's left side, leaning against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and hugging his arm with both hands, like a koala.

Murong Qing lay obediently on his right side, curled up, her face buried in his arm, her small hands gently clutching the hem of his clothes, her breathing soft.

Luo Hanyi lay on the outermost side, separated from Wang Long by the distance of Qin Minglan.

The four of them lay there, and no one spoke.

The room was so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats.

Qin Minglan was the first to break down.

She rolled over and buried her face in Wang Long's shoulder.

"Old man, you're leaving tomorrow, when are you coming back?"

Wang Long reached out and gently patted her back, his voice tender.

"After the Warring States Period ended and Niannu was brought back, I rushed back immediately."

"How long will that take?"

"It could take anywhere from one or two months to... half a year."

Qin Minglan remained silent.

It took quite a while before a sound came out.

"Then you must promise me that you will come back alive."

"it is good."

Wang Long held her tightly, his voice firm.

"I promise you."

Murong Qing reached out from the other side and gently grasped Wang Long's hand.

"Old man, I promise you, I will cultivate diligently at home, and when you return, I will definitely be stronger."

Wang Long looked down at her, his cloudy old eyes filled with tenderness.

"Alright, I'll wait and see how Qing'er gets stronger."

Luo Hanyi lay on the outermost side, her eyes closed.

Qin Minglan knew she wasn't asleep.

"Sister-in-law, are you asleep?"

Qin Minglan turned her head and looked at Luo Hanyi.

Luo Hanyi's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"no."

"Don't you want to say something to the old man?"

Luo Hanyi was not good at expressing herself, so she chose to remain silent.

Qin Minglan became anxious.

"sister in law!"

Luo Hanyi glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Qin Minglan sighed, released Wang Long's arm, turned over, and pulled Luo Hanyi over.

"Sister-in-law, why are you standing so far away? Come a little closer."

Luo Hanyi stumbled as she was pulled, and ended up crashing into Wang Long's arms.

Qin Minglan nodded in satisfaction, leaned back against Wang Long's shoulder, and squeezed the two of them together.

"That's more like it. A family should always be together."

Murong Qing covered her mouth and chuckled.

Luo Hanyi's face flushed slightly as she struggled to sit up, but Qin Minglan pressed her down.

"Sister-in-law, don't move, just lie there."

"Minglan, you..."

"Sister-in-law, the old man is leaving tomorrow, so don't put on airs."

Qin Minglan interrupted her, her voice unusually serious.

"Just say what's on your mind, or you'll regret it when he's gone."

Luo Hanyi's body stiffened slightly.

He whispered in Wang Long's ear.

"I... will miss you."