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

The banquet lasted from evening until late at night.

One jar of spirit wine after another was brought up, and one plate of spirit fruit after another was taken down.

One of the disciples, caught up in the drinking, started a swordsmanship contest on the spot, drawing cheers from the entire hall.

Wang Long was toasted by everyone in turn, and he accepted every toast, demonstrating his amazing alcohol tolerance.

Ye Niannu stayed by his side, smilingly shielding him from a few drinks.

When she was slightly tipsy, she would lean on his shoulder like a lazy cat.

The banquet didn't end until the moon was high in the sky.

The disciples left in twos and threes, and the elders also returned to their respective residences.

Only Wang Long, Ye Niannu, and Ye Wushuang remained in the main hall.

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows of the three people.

Ye Wushuang put down the teacup that had long since gone cold and looked at Wang Long.

"Wang Long, what are your plans for the future?"

Wang Long was silent for a moment, then said seriously.

"I plan to return to the Great Qian Dynasty first."

"My family is still there. I've been away for so long, it's time to go back and visit them."

"The Great Qian is located in a remote area with scarce spiritual energy. I intend to settle my family there while cultivating in seclusion to break through to the Supreme Realm as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang nodded slightly.

"Although the Great Qian is remote, if you are determined to cultivate, it is the same wherever you are."

"I support your decision."

"If you need anything, just ask anytime, as long as the Primordial Holy Palace can provide it."

Ye Niannu also lifted her head from Wang Long's shoulder, blinking her still somewhat dazed peach blossom eyes.

"My lord is returning to the Great Qian? Then you must take me with you!"

"Of course, I promised you that no one can separate us from now on."

Wang Long looked at the slightly tipsy Ye Niannu, who was very charming and endearing.

He affectionately pinched Ye Niannu's little face.

"Hehe~ My husband is the best!"

Ye Niannu happily hugged Wang Long even tighter.

"Niannu, you've just broken through to the Supreme Realm and need to consolidate your power..."

Ye Wushuang was interrupted by Ye Niannu before she could finish speaking.

"No! I want to be with my husband!"

She grabbed Wang Long's arm and pouted.

"Master, I can stabilize my cultivation level while traveling; it won't cause any delays!"

Ye Wushuang looked at her stubborn expression and shook his head helplessly.

"Fine, go ahead."

She's suffered so much being separated from Wang Long for so long.

"Master is the best!"

Ye Niannu cheered happily and hugged Wang Long tightly.

Ye Wushuang stood up, straightened her slightly wrinkled cuffs, and said softly.

"It's getting late, and you must be tired today, so please get some rest."

Ye Niannu straightened up from Wang Long's shoulder and blinked her still somewhat misty peach blossom eyes.

Her voice carried a soft, coquettish quality.

"Master, aren't you coming with us?"

"It's so boring to stay in seclusion all the time; I should go out and explore!"

Ye Wushuang shook her head, a very faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

"There are a lot of matters waiting to be dealt with at the Primordial Holy Palace, and I cannot leave for the time being."

"Besides... you two have just reunited, why should I, your teacher, be the one to get in the way?"

Ye Niannu's cheeks flushed slightly at her words. She released Wang Long's arm, rushed over and hugged Ye Wushuang, her voice soft and sweet.

"Master, you're the best! I'll bring you some local specialties from Daqian when I get back!"

Ye Wushuang was slightly swayed by the bump, raised his hand and gently patted her back, his tone carrying a hint of helpless smile.

"Alright, alright, how old are you? Still acting like a child~ Go on, children grow up eventually~"

Ye Niannu then released her and retreated to Wang Long's side.

She naturally took his arm, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Ye Wushuang didn't say anything more and turned to walk out of the hall.

The white figure gradually disappeared into the moonlight, its clothes fluttering.

Only Wang Long and Ye Niannu remained in the hall.

The candlelight crackled softly.

Ye Niannu turned her head, looked up at Wang Long, her eyes sparkling with undisguised joy and satisfaction.

"My lord."

Her voice was soft, delicate, and charming.

"From now on, I can finally go anywhere with you openly and honestly."

"I'm so happy that I don't have to worry about being separated from my family anymore, and I don't have to be trapped in that cave, waiting day after day... I'm so happy."

Wang Long looked down at her, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of her head, his voice low and gentle.

"Yes, I'll accompany you wherever you want to go in the future."

Ye Niannu's eyes reddened slightly, but she grinned even more brightly.

She tiptoed and gently kissed Wang Long's lips.

The night wind was like a knife, stinging my face.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Qin Minglan lay on Ta Xue's back, her hands gripping the reins tightly.

The wounds on his body were still bleeding slightly.

Its four hooves flew through the snow like a white lightning bolt as it sped along the official road.

The trees along the way rushed past, and the moonlight stretched the shadows of the man and his horse long and fragmented.

"Treading Snow, faster..."

Qin Minglan's voice was hoarse and filled with anxiety.

Ta Xue let out a low hiss and increased its speed by another three points.

It is a divine steed with supernatural powers, capable of sensing its master's urgency.

She had been traveling for two days and two nights without sleep, only resting three times, each time for less than half an hour.

The saddle had rubbed raw and blistered my inner thighs, and the sword wounds on my body were throbbing with pain, but it didn't stop.

Old man...where are you...?

Qin Minglan bit her lip, her eyes stinging, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

She can't cry; now is not the time to cry.

She needs to find Wang Long as soon as possible!

The Great Qian Dynasty was in chaos.

Starting half a month ago, rebellions broke out simultaneously in the three southern prefectures. Several old princes, whose military power had long been stripped, joined forces and attacked cities and territories under the banner of "purging the emperor's inner circle".

Immediately afterwards, chaos broke out in the north as well, with the border troops mutinying and two cities changing hands overnight.

By the time the news reached the capital, it was no longer possible to suppress it.

Murong Yuan sat on the dragon throne, his face ashen.

In front of him were rolls of urgent military reports, each one with a note.

"Urgent!" "Danger!" "SOS!"

"Your Majesty, the rebel army in the south has breached Qingzhou Prefecture, and the defending general has been killed in battle."

"A mutiny has broken out among the border troops in the north, and 20,000 rebels are advancing towards the capital."

Murong Hao stood beside his father, his gaze deep and serious, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He is now at the peak of the sixth rank, but he still feels deeply powerless in the face of this situation.

Luo Hanyi sat on one side of the hall, her face calm, but the weariness in her eyes was unmistakable.

She was already pregnant, and had been overworked lately, making her face look thinner than usual.

"They are all my brothers..."

Murong Yuan's voice was deep and hoarse, his fingers gripping the armrest of the dragon throne.

"They all want my chair."

"I was still too lenient with them!"

Luo Hanyi spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty, the rebels have many supporters."

Murong Yuan raised his head and looked at her.

"Your Majesty, I have sent men to investigate. Two-thirds of the weapons used by the rebels in the southern border are marked with the standard markings of the neighboring state, 'Great Zhao.'"

Luo Hanyi's voice was icy.

"Among the border troops in the north who are in turmoil, there are also people from the Great Zhao secretly instigating it."

Murong Yuan's expression turned even uglier.

He knew, of course, that the Great Zhao had always coveted the land of the Great Qian, and that border frictions between the two countries had never ceased.

This time, however, Zhao acted decisively.

I don't want the usual probing.

They're heading towards destroying the Great Qian Dynasty!

"It is said that behind the Great Zhao... there is a Saint Realm expert overseeing him!"