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

Their faces were filled with terror.

A breeze swept across the mountain path, carrying a faint smell of blood.

Wang Long withdrew his hand and turned around.

Qin Minglan lay on the ground, her face covered in blood and dust, and not a single part of her body was intact.

She opened her eyes and watched Wang Long walk towards her.

That bastard, why does he always show up when she's at her most vulnerable...?

Qin Minglan's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak.

But he found that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Wang Long squatted down in front of her, looking at her like this, his face full of heartache.

His voice was very low.

"Minglan..."

Qin Minglan's lips moved, and she finally uttered the name she had thought of countless times.

"Old man..."

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

"Waaaaah..."

She cried so hard she could barely breathe, her shoulders trembled violently, and her whole body shook.

Tears mingled with the blood on his face.

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

With his other hand, he carefully avoided the wounds on her body.

"Minglan, take this; it will heal your injuries."

Wang Long took out a Grade 9 Blood Coagulation Pill from his storage ring and stuffed it into Qin Minglan's mouth.

Qin Minglan didn't have the strength to swallow.

Wang Long kissed her directly and gently helped Qin Minglan swallow the pill.

After taking the pill, Qin Minglan's condition seemed much better, but her breathing was still weak.

After many days of arduous travel, I suffered severe bleeding and was extremely depleted of energy.

Ye Niannu stood a few steps away, watching this scene without making a sound to disturb it.

Xu Wanyun watched silently, her face filled with anxiety.

Qin Jiaojiao stood behind, clenching her little fists, her eyes reddening.

This is her own aunt, and she was hurt like this by bad guys!

They all deserve to die!

"Okay, it's all over now."

Wang Long's voice was hoarse as he gently comforted Qin Minglan.

He gently patted Qin Minglan's back without asking any further questions.

Her appearance says it all.

Qin Minglan cried for a long time before she finally caught her breath.

She lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes red and swollen, tears mixed with bloodstains stuck to her face.

She looked extremely disheveled, but she didn't care.

Qin Minglan grabbed Wang Long's hand, her voice trembling.

"Old man, listen to me... Something's happened to the Great Qian... The rebels are attacking, and the Great Zhao is behind them..."

"The capital is about to fall..."

"You can't go back..."

Her voice grew increasingly urgent, and her eyes began to redden again, as if she feared that Wang Long would not heed her advice.

"If you trust me, don't go back! They have a Holy Realm protecting them... You'll die..."

"father!"

Qin Jiaojiao's face turned pale instantly, and her voice became distorted with anxiety as she grabbed Wang Long's sleeve.

"Where's Mother? Is Mother alright?!"

Wang Long put his arm around Qin Jiaojiao and gently patted her head.

His gaze, however, fell on Qin Minglan's bloodshot eyes.

After Qin Minglan finished speaking, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and her vision went black.

She looked at Qin Jiaojiao with some surprise, her voice carrying a hint of joy.

"Are you... Jiaojiao?"

"My aunt is me..."

Standing beside Qin Minglan, Qin Jiaojiao couldn't help but shed tears when she saw how badly she was hurt.

"That's great!"

Qin Minglan gently stroked Qin Jiaojiao's face with trembling hands.

She managed a weak smile.

"You've grown up~"

Qin Jiaojiao held Qin Minglan's hand tightly.

"Auntie, please don't get hurt!"

Qin Minglan's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something more, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she could no longer hold them open.

"I...I'm so tired..."

Before she could finish speaking, she completely lost consciousness and slumped limply into Wang Long's arms.

"Minglan!"

Wang Long quickly reached out and caught her, lifting her up in his arms.

Looking down, I saw that her face was so pale it was almost transparent, and her lips were completely bloodless.

Fine beads of cold sweat covered his forehead, and his breathing was weak and disordered.

Ye Niannu quickly stepped forward, reached out and touched her wrist, her brows furrowed slightly, and said softly.

"She was injured, had lost a lot of blood, and had been traveling for several days. She must have collapsed from exhaustion."

Xu Wanyun had already taken out a clean blanket and laid it on the ground.

"Uncle Long, cover her up."

Wang Long took the blanket and carefully wrapped Qin Minglan in it, looking down at the pale, paper-like face in his arms.

A wave of fear washed over me.

If he had arrived even a moment later, Qin Minglan would probably already be a cold corpse.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and turned to Ye Niannu and Xu Wanyun.

"Please wait here for a moment while I take Minglan to treat her injuries."

Having said that, he stirred his thoughts, and the Immortal Palace mark on the back of his hand glowed faintly, a soft purple-gold light enveloping both him and Qin Minglan.

The next moment, the two figures vanished into thin air.

Qin Jiaojiao was startled and quickly grabbed Xu Wanyun's clothes.

"Master! Where are my father and aunt?!"

Xu Wanyun gently patted the back of her hand.

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Long has a treasure. He took your aunt inside to heal her wounds, and she'll be out soon."

Qin Jiaojiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her little face was still full of worry as she kept looking towards the spot where Wang Long had disappeared.

Inside the celestial palace, the light was soft and warm.

Wang Long carried Qin Minglan through the main hall and headed straight for the newly unlocked healing room.

The stone door slid open silently, and warm white light poured out of the room, carrying a vitality so rich it was almost tangible.

Wang Long carefully placed Qin Minglan on the white jade bed and reached out to untie her blood-stained outer robe.

The wounds on her body varied in depth, the most severe being on her left shoulder, almost exposing the bone.

The skin and flesh were rolled up, and the blood had congealed into a dark brown scab, yet new blood beads were still seeping out.

Wang Long frowned deeply. If these injuries were delayed for another half a day, his meridians might even be damaged.

However, with this healing room, Qin Minglan can be saved as long as she has a breath left!

The little fairy floated down from mid-air and landed on the edge of the bed.

She tilted her head and looked at Qin Minglan, then at Wang Long, her little face full of seriousness.

"Don't worry, Master. Little Fairy will take good care of her. As long as she has a breath left, the healing room can cure her."

Wang Long nodded and gently patted Xiao Xian'er's head.

"Then I'll trouble you."

Little Fairy puffed out her chest and solemnly patted her heart.

"Leave it to me!"

Wang Long glanced down at Qin Minglan again and saw that her breathing was more stable than before.

His complexion regained some color under the nourishment of the powerful life force, and he finally felt a little relieved.

He turned and walked out of the healing room, the stone door slowly closing behind him.

When he returned outside, Ye Niannu and Xu Wanyun were standing on either side of Xiao Qiu, waiting for him.

When Qin Jiaojiao saw him come out, she quickly ran up to him and asked him worriedly.

"Father, how is Auntie?"