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

"Wang Long!"

Murong Yuan's voice echoed across the square, solemn and serious.

"Thank you for saving the Great Qian Dynasty, for saving me, and for saving all the people of this city."

"If you hadn't returned in time, I would already be a skeleton, and my empire would have already changed hands."

"This cup is a toast to you!"

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, showing the bottom of the glass to everyone.

"Respectfully, Your Highness!"

All the civil and military officials responded in unison, raising their cups and drinking to their hearts' content.

Wang Long smiled, picked up his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Your Majesty is too kind. I am also a citizen of the Great Qian Dynasty, and naturally I cannot sit idly by and watch my homeland fall. I cannot speak of any great favor."

"You could say that!"

An elderly minister with white hair stood up, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"If it weren't for the intervention of the Prince and the Imperial Guard, I would probably be a victim of the rebels' blades by now!"

"At my advanced age, my death is insignificant, but the tens of thousands of people of our Great Qian Dynasty, and the millennia-old state, have all been protected because of Your Highness! This kindness and virtue deserve the utmost respect from all the people!"

As he spoke, he actually lifted his robe and knelt down, his forehead touching the ground.

As soon as he knelt down, a large number of people behind him knelt down in quick succession.

"We will forever remember Your Highness's life-saving grace!"

"Your Highness is a pillar of the Great Qian Dynasty, and deserves the homage of all officials!"

"From this day forward, whatever Your Highness commands, we will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

The next moment, all the people knelt down in unison!

"Your Highness is so kind!"

The sound was loud and clear, soaring straight into the sky!

Looking at the sea of ​​kneeling officials and commoners before him, Wang Long's lips twitched slightly, and he quickly reached out to help them up.

"Please rise, everyone. I cannot accept such a great honor."

He turned to look at Murong Yuan and added with a smile.

"If you keep kneeling like that, I'll have no choice but to go back inside."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yuan laughed heartily and gestured for his ministers to rise.

He himself stepped down from the dragon throne, walked up to Wang Long, and patted him on the shoulder.

His voice was lowered, carrying an unusual air of intimacy.

"Take your seat, you are the star of the day!"

Wang Long was taken aback, then smiled and shook his head.

"Your Majesty, please don't tease me. I'm not used to sitting in that chair."

"Moreover, Your Majesty is also my father-in-law, which is against etiquette."

He glanced at Murong Yuan, his smile serene.

"I'll just stay here and watch over the people around me."

He is now at the Saint Realm, and the woman beside him and the contracted spirit beast are also at the Supreme Realm.

I really look down on this tiny dragon throne.

Murong Yuan was stunned for a moment, somewhat moved, but ultimately did not force him, and simply patted Wang Long's shoulder heavily.

"Then so be it. Just eat and drink to your heart's content tonight. I've had someone open the hundred jars of aged wine in the underground palace, and I'll bring a few jars back to your residence later."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Wang Long laughed and took another sip of wine.

The atmosphere at the banquet became extremely lively.

Civil and military officials took turns offering toasts. Some expressed their gratitude with great excitement, while others held their cups, wanting to say something but hesitating, regretting that they couldn't hold their liquor.

Several elderly generals even wanted to drink with Wang Long, but Wang Long smiled and turned them away, saying that he had to go back to his mansion tonight to accompany his wife, and it would be difficult to explain if he drank too much.

A burst of good-natured laughter rose from the crowd.

Luo Hanyi sat at the table, holding a cup of warm fruit tea in her hand.

Watching Wang Long effortlessly handle toasts from all sides in the crowd, a faint smile played on his lips, one that he himself was unaware of.

Qin Jiaojiao lay beside her, holding a piece of osmanthus cake in her hand, eating while blinking her almond-shaped eyes and watching the fun, occasionally whispering in Luo Hanyi's ear.

"Look, Mother! Father was forced to drink so much, but his face isn't even red!"

Luo Hanyi looked down at her and gently tapped her forehead.

"That's because your dad has a high alcohol tolerance."

He paused, then said in a low voice.

"But I'll tell him to drink less later."

Qin Jiaojiao covered her mouth and chuckled, looking like she knew what she meant.

The banquet lasted until the moon was high in the sky before gradually coming to an end.

As the lights gradually thinned, officials returned to their respective residences, and the common people dispersed in twos and threes, leaving behind only the embers of the lights after the festivities.

When Wang Long returned to the palace with the women.

The night breeze was just right, and a full moon hung in the sky, casting a cool, silvery light on the stone steps in front of the courtyard.

Ye Niannu, arm in arm with Xu Wanyun, smiled and winked at Wang Long as soon as she entered the room, her tone slightly mischievous.

"My lord, Wanyun and I are going over there to have a chat. You should keep them company."

As he spoke, he pulled Xu Wanyun toward the west wing. Qin Jiaojiao's eyes darted around, and she skipped after them, turning back to make a face at Wang Long.

"Dad, I won't disturb you, Mom, and Sister Qing'er's reunion!"

The three figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Wang Long smiled and thought, "This kid, what kind of seniority are they talking about?"

Only Wang Long, Luo Hanyi, and Murong Qing remained in the main hall.

The lamplight flickered, and a faint, calming fragrance filled the air.

Murong Qing was the first to lose her temper, as if all her composure had been stripped away.

She rushed into Wang Long's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and spoke in a sweet and soft voice.

"My love...you're finally back...I missed you so much..."

Her voice trembled slightly, filled with suppressed grievances and longing, and she held his clothes tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.

Wang Long looked down at her, raised his hand and gently placed it on the top of her head, his voice tender.

"I'm back. It's alright now, don't be afraid."

He gently patted her back, like soothing a frightened kitten.

Murong Qing sniffed hard, lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes still red, but she grinned.

She didn't say anything, just leaned against him, feeling very safe there.

Luo Hanyi sat on a soft couch to the side, holding a cup of warm tea in her hand.

He didn't step forward, but simply watched the scene unfold.

The light fell on her slightly tilted face, and Wang Long's profile was reflected in her clear, cold eyes.

Calm with a touch of gentleness.

Wang Long noticed her gaze, gently released Murong Qing, and walked up to Luo Hanyi.

He sat down beside her, not in a hurry to speak, his gaze lingering on her slightly protruding belly for a moment.

He slowly raised his hand, his palm covering the fabric.

Through the thin fabric, he could feel the slight warmth in that spot, and he knew that a small life connected to his bloodline was being nurtured inside.

"Madam."

His voice was a few decibels lower than before, his tone earnest and gentle.

"I know everything. You've been through a lot all by yourself."

Luo Hanyi paused slightly as she held the teacup, the tea swirling gently in the cup before settling back into stillness.

She didn't pull away from his hand, but lowered her eyes, somewhat surprised.

"When did you find out?"

Wang Long smiled and nodded.

"I knew it the moment I saw you."

Luo Hanyi remained silent for a moment, then a very faint smile appeared on her lips.

"I was thinking... I wanted to tell you myself, to give you a surprise~"

"Then I'll listen to you now."

Wang Long said with a smile.

Luo Hanyi looked up at him, her ears turning slightly red for a moment, but she still spoke softly.

"Wang Long, I... am pregnant with your child."