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

Wang Long lowered his head and looked at the aloof and ethereal face in his arms.

Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, he reached out and gently put his arm around her waist.

He hugged Luo Hanyi tightly.

"My lady, I will miss you too."

All four of them were wide awake and started chatting animatedly.

The Primordial Holy Palace is located in a continuous mountain range deep within the Eastern Region.

The mountain peaks soar into the clouds, shrouded in mist, their spiritual energy so rich it almost solidifies into a tangible form.

The palace is built against the mountain, layer upon layer, with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, and a magnificent presence.

At the highest point, a snow-white palace stands atop the mountain, gleaming softly in the sunlight, like a fairyland.

That is the main hall of the Primordial Holy Palace, the Primordial Hall.

Behind the Taichu Palace, there is a hidden cave.

The cave was not large, about ten zhang square, with smooth blue stone walls covered with densely packed runes that emitted a faint golden light.

In the very center of the cave is a spirit pool about ten feet square, the water of which is milky white and covered with a thin layer of mist.

That was spiritual liquid formed from the liquefaction of spiritual energy that was extremely concentrated.

Ye Niannu sat cross-legged in the center of the spirit pool, her eyes closed, her body enveloped in a faint golden light.

Her aura was much stronger than it had been five months ago, but she was still just one step away from a breakthrough.

The stone door to the cave slowly opened.

A white figure walked in from outside the door.

Ye Wushuang wore a long white dress, her black hair cascading down her back, and her face was aloof.

She walked to the edge of the pool, looked down at Ye Niannu in the water, and a trace of heartache flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Niannu."

Ye Niannu opened her eyes, looked at her, and forced a smile.

"Master, you've arrived."

Ye Wushuang sat down by the pool, reached out, and gently touched her head.

"How's your cultivation going?"

"Almost there."

Ye Niannu's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a hint of fatigue.

"Without my lord, I have no hope of ever reaching the Supreme Realm in this lifetime!"

Ye Wushuang comforted her.

You are still young, and you have many opportunities.

Ye Niannu's eyes reddened slightly.

"Master, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Ye Wushuang muttered to herself with a hint of self-reproach.

"If I were stronger, I wouldn't have let you suffer such injustice!"

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

Ye Niannu shook her head.

"Master, you think you've done your best!"

"The Tianyan Sect said they can only give you one year to cultivate."

"One year from now, regardless of whether you have broken through to the next level, you will have to marry their young sect leader."

Ye Wushuang could only fight for this much for her disciple!

Ye Niannu's fingers tightened suddenly, gripping the hem of her clothes.

She bit her lip and didn't say anything.

Ye Wushuang felt increasingly sorry for her only disciple.

"However, there is still good news."

Ye Niannu raised her head and looked at her.

"What good news?"

"It seems that the other party's young sect leader is also preparing for seclusion. The wedding will be held after he comes out of seclusion."

Ye Wushuang's voice was calm.

"Who can say for sure about things like going into seclusion?"

"One year, three years, five years, ten years..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Niannu immediately smiled.

If given a few years or ten years, she believed that Wang Long could destroy the entire Tianyan Sect!

"The rest depends on yourself and your destined one!"

Ye Niannu nodded vigorously.

"I understand, disciple."

Ye Wushuang released Ye Niannu, took a step back, looked at her, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Focus on your cultivation; leave everything else to your master!"

Ye Niannu nodded, walked back to the spirit pool, sat down cross-legged, and closed her eyes.

Ye Wushuang looked at her, stood for a moment, then turned and walked out of the cave.

The stone gate slowly closed behind her.

The cave fell silent, with only the gentle ripples of the spiritual liquid.

Ye Niannu opened her eyes, raised her head, and looked at the rock wall above her.

A star map is carved on the rock face.

Scattered like stars, densely packed.

Her gaze fell on one of the stars, her eyes filled with longing.

"My lord..."

Her voice was so soft and gentle, it melted your heart.

What are you doing right now?

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

The stars twinkled in the night sky.

In Wang Long's hand, he held the jade pendant that Ye Niannu had given him before she left.

The jade pendant still retains the warmth of her fingertips.

"Nian Nu..."

It was still dark.

Wang Long opened his eyes and saw three peaceful, sleeping faces.

Qin Minglan nestled against his chest, while Murong Qing curled up in his arms.

Luo Hanyi lay to his right, a fist's distance away.

Looking at them, Wang Long felt a mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Time to go!

Parting is a sad thing, so Wang Long decided to leave secretly.

He quietly got out of bed, dressed, glanced at the three women by the bedside, and then turned to leave.

He had just taken a step when a pair of hands wrapped tightly around his waist from behind.

The soft fabric clung tightly to his back, making Wang Long blush.

Luo Hanyi's pleasant body fragrance lingered around Wang Long's nose.

She whispered in Wang Long's ear.

"I'll see you off."

Wang Long paused for a moment, then reached out and gently patted Luo Hanyi's hand, his voice tender.

"Thank you for your hard work~"

Luo Hanyi smiled and released him, her black hair falling loosely over her shoulders.

She put on her embroidered shoes, walked to the bronze mirror, simply gathered her hair, tied it up with a white jade hairpin, and then picked up a crimson robe and draped it over her shoulders.

After doing all this, Luo Hanyi walked up to Wang Long and gave him a faint smile.

"Let's go, the sedan chair has been arranged."

The sedan chair swayed and wobbled out of the palace, heading along the bluestone road towards the ferry crossing outside the city.

The sky was still dark, and the streets and alleys were deserted, with only early-rising vendors packing up their stalls and the occasional shouts of their vendors.

The wheels rolled over the stone slabs, making a dull sound that was particularly clear in the quiet morning.

Inside the sedan chair.

Wang Long and Luo Hanyi sat close together.

Wang Long turned his head to look at her profile.

A few stray hairs fell beside her ears, making her aloof and ethereal face appear even more gentle.

Looking at the increasingly beautiful Luo Hanyi, Wang Long smiled, secretly pleased.

This is my woman!

Luo Hanyi sensed Wang Long's gaze.

She turned her head slightly and glanced at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wang Long grinned mischievously.

"I've just remembered something."

"What is it?"

Luo Hanyi's beautiful brows furrowed; she felt that Wang Long had nothing but bad intentions.

"I vaguely remember that I was in this sedan chair on the day I went to participate in the competition."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hanyi's delicate body trembled, and her face instantly turned red.

"That day, the lady took the initiative!"

Wang Long smiled and reached out to stroke Luo Hanyi's cheek, tidying up her stray hairs.

Luo Hanyi felt her heart pounding, her legs pressed tightly together, feeling somewhat nervous.

Wang Long's palm was against the fabric of her waist, warm and applying just the right amount of pressure.

"Madam."

Wang Long's voice was somewhat impatient.

"Um?"

Luo Hanyi lowered her head, not daring to look at Wang Long.

"Should we try it again?"