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

The palace of the Great Zhao Dynasty was brightly lit.

Inside the grand palace banquet hall, dozens of glass lamps hung between the beams and pillars, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The sounds of string and wind instruments filled the hall, and dancers dressed in long, thin gowns danced gracefully in the center of the hall, their waists as supple as willows and their sleeves fluttering like butterflies.

An old man sat on the dragon throne at the head of the table.

This man had a thin face, white hair and beard, and wore a black brocade robe.

The brocade robe was embroidered with intricate cloud and mythical beast patterns in gold thread, and a jade belt was tied around the waist. The whole person looked like an immortal and had a touch of otherworldly grace.

A long, jet-black sword lay across his lap, its scabbard ancient and radiating a subtle yet sharp aura.

It was Liu Changfeng, the Holy Realm Guardian sent by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to oversee the Great Zhao.

Liu Changfeng is Liu Wuhen's senior brother, and he has been at the Saint Realm for several hundred years.

Its foundation is solid, far surpassing that of Liu Wuhen, who has just advanced to the Saint Realm.

He picked up the jade cup in front of him, took a small sip, and casually glanced at the fawning faces in the hall, a hint of arrogance and satisfaction in his eyes.

Below the dragon throne, on the left and right sides, are several long tables made of sandalwood, laden with delicacies from land and sea, rare fruits and fine wines.

A dazzling array of goods, with a rich and fragrant aroma.

Behind each table sat a middle-aged or elderly man dressed in a dragon robe; they were the emperors of several vassal states surrounding the Great Zhao.

These emperors, who usually held absolute power in their own lands, were now all setting aside their pride and raising their wine cups.

Their faces were plastered with obsequious and ingratiating smiles as they eagerly offered toasts to Liu Changfeng on the dragon throne.

"Lord Liu, I toast you! Thanks to your presence during this great undertaking, Lord Liu, we were able to rest easy!"

"With Liu Gongfeng's might shaking the southern borders of the Eastern Region, the mere Great Qian is naturally no match for him!"

"Come, come, let me offer another cup. Please feel free to offer as much as you like, I'll drink it all!"

Several emperors from small countries took turns stepping forward, adopting extremely humble postures.

He was bent over so low that his back almost touched the table, and he held his wine glass high in the air.

With a fawning smile, she was afraid that she wouldn't be enthusiastic enough and offend this powerful patron of Zhao.

They all knew that after the Great Zhao annexed the Great Qian, it could command other surrounding countries and achieve imperial hegemony!

If we don't quickly show our loyalty and curry favor now, we might not even have the chance to become a vassal state in the future.

Faced with the praise from the emperors, Liu Changfeng only nodded slightly occasionally, a reserved smile playing on his lips.

He picked up his wine glass, but without getting up, he casually raised it to the crowd, took a sip, and acted arrogantly and calmly.

Emperor Zhao Ji of the Great Zhao Dynasty sat on one side of the dragon throne, slightly lower than half a step, his face glowing with pride and his eyes full of self-satisfaction.

He held his wine glass, bowed slightly to Liu Changfeng, and spoke with obvious flattery and respect.

"Lord Liu, this banquet today is to celebrate your victory! We await the fall of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Our Great Zhao has expanded its territory by three more prefectures. The merit of your service should be recorded first! In the future, if you have any orders within the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, none of us in Great Zhao will dare to disobey!"

Liu Changfeng stroked his beard, smiled faintly, and spoke in a calm and unhurried manner, with a touch of detached composure.

"Haha~ You're too kind, it's nothing, not worth mentioning."

"What decent resistance could a tiny place like Daqian possibly offer? My junior brother Liu Wuhen, with ten Grandmasters, could easily crush them."

"You just sit comfortably on this dragon throne and wait for the good news."

Zhao Wuji nodded quickly, his smile deepening, and raised his cup.

"You're absolutely right! Come, come, let me offer another cup!"

The emperors of the surrounding small countries also chimed in, vying to raise their cups first.

"Little Wang also respectfully makes offerings!"

"The offerings are the cornerstone of our southern border; I, the humble king, respectfully offer them!"

For a time, the hall was filled with the clinking of glasses and the constant sounds of flattery.

Liu Changfeng was in a great mood, flattered by everyone. The reserved indifference on his face faded a bit. He picked up his wine glass and took another sip, his voice carrying a rare warmth.

"Rest assured, everyone, as long as I am here, the fate of the Great Zhao Kingdom will surely prosper!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic agreement once again.

"With this promise of offerings, Xiao Wang is relieved!"

"The offerings are truly a blessing for us!"

"Come, come, let's offer another cup!"

The music grew louder and louder, and the dancers spun around with even more energy.

The atmosphere inside the hall had reached its peak, with everyone wearing relaxed and satisfied smiles.

It was as if the Great Qian Dynasty had already been destroyed, the territory had been acquired, and their respective benefits had already been secured.

Just now.

Suddenly, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the hall, followed by a series of panicked shouts.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sound was sharp and urgent, instantly piercing the noise inside the hall.

The music abruptly stopped, and the dancers froze on the spot, looking at each other with bewilderment and panic on their faces.

The smiles on the faces of the emperors of the small countries froze; they still held their wine cups, but forgot to drink.

Emperor Huizong frowned, slammed his hand on the table, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Who's making such a fuss?!"

Before he could finish speaking...

boom!!!

With a loud bang, the dome of the main hall exploded!

Broken glazed tiles and wooden beams rained down, hitting the ground and kicking up dust and debris.

The dancers screamed and scattered, their instruments overturned and emitting a chaotic buzzing sound.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, two figures, one after the other, slowly descended from the massive hole, landing steadily in the very center of the main hall.

Wang Long stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the night wind, his face calm and expressionless.

Beside him, Ye Niannu wore a light blue dress, her black hair cascading down her back, her eyes smiling.

His aura was restrained yet profound, like an immortal descending from the moon, completely out of place amidst the mess in the hall.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the two figures, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up from the side of the dragon throne, his fingers gripping the armrests until his knuckles turned white.

He stared intently at Wang Long and roared angrily.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my palace?!"

The emperors of those small countries were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, some even hiding behind tables, only showing half their faces, watching this sudden turn of events with lingering shock.

Liu Changfeng slowly stood up from the dragon throne.

His movements were unhurried, and the black longsword in his hand remained horizontally across his knee.

His gaze fell on Wang Long, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice carried a hint of scrutiny and amusement.

"A sacred realm?"

"That's quite interesting, and that shows some courage."

"but……"

He changed the subject, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"You two dare to trespass into the palace of my Great Zhao? Do you even know who I am?"