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

Wang Long placed his fingers on Luo Hanyi's lower abdomen and gently stroked it.

Luo Hanyi smiled and simply reached out to cover the back of his hand; his fingertips were slightly cool, but his palm was very warm.

The two sat quietly for a while.

"By the way, where's Minglan?"

Luo Hanyi suddenly spoke, her tone filled with worry.

She wanted to ask Wang Long about it during the banquet, but she never had the chance.

Did you see Minglan on the way?

She also sent out some people to look for Qin Minglan, but to no avail.

Upon hearing this, Wang Long gently grasped Luo Hanyi's hand.

"She was injured, but she is fine now and is recuperating in a safe place."

"Once she has recovered in a few days, I will bring her back."

"Treading on snow, I'm safe and sound, keeping Minglan company~"

Upon hearing this, Luo Hanyi's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she nodded gently.

"That's good... She went out to find you; I was just afraid something might happen to her."

"She has done a very good job."

Wang Long said in a low voice.

"If she hadn't rushed here to deliver the message, I might not have been able to arrive in time."

Luo Hanyi didn't reply, but just lowered her head, her fingertips gently stroking his rough knuckles.

The light danced quietly between the two, casting long, overlapping shadows that seemed inseparable.

Murong Qing had somehow crept over again, and without saying a word, she quietly sat down on the other side of Wang Long.

She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Wang Long didn't move, but gently put his arm around Murong Qing's shoulder, his gaze falling on Luo Hanyi's slightly curved lips, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

Luo Hanyi leaned on his shoulder, quietly listening to his steady heartbeat.

Suddenly, I felt that the fatigue and anxiety of the past few days were slowly dissipating at this moment.

Murong Qing huddled on the other side of Wang Long, like a lazy kitten.

Her breathing gradually became steady, as if she were about to fall asleep.

Wang Long didn't move, just held them on his left and right.

Moonlight streamed in through the half-open window.

After a long while, Wang Long finally spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Madam, Qing'er, I have a suggestion."

Luo Hanyi slightly raised her eyes.

"What suggestion?"

"Your cultivation levels have been stuck for quite some time. Why don't we cultivate together tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Hanyi's ears instantly turned bright red.

She sat up straight instinctively, her fingers clenching the hem of her clothes, her voice filled with a rare panic.

"Together? Wang Long, you... I'm pregnant now, how could I... how could I do that..."

Murong Qing was also startled awake, her cheeks flushed instantly, and her voice was barely audible.

"Husband... this... this isn't quite right..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Wang Long before quickly lowering her eyes again.

When Wang Long saw their expressions, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you thinking? I'm talking about simple cultivation, not some kind of dual cultivation!"

He smiled and took out two exquisite jade bottles from his storage ring, one emerald green and the other smooth and lustrous.

"Madam."

Luo Hanyi looked at the two jade bottles, her gaze shifting slightly.

"These are some pills I obtained, which are just right for you."

Wang Long handed the emerald green jade bottle to Luo Hanyi.

"This one can help you break through to the Grandmaster realm, solidify your foundation, and has no side effects."

He then handed another jade bottle to Murong Qing.

"This one can help clear your meridians and purify your spiritual energy. How much you advance depends on your own destiny."

Murong Qing took the jade bottle, held it in her palm, and was slightly stunned.

"Husband, isn't this...isn't it too expensive?"

"What's so valuable about it? You are my women, so naturally you'll get the best things first."

Luo Hanyi looked at the jade bottle in her hand, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded gently.

"Then... I'll do as you say."

Without the slightest hesitation, she swallowed the pill and felt a warm medicinal power spreading from her dantian to her limbs and bones.

The spiritual energy flowed merrily through the meridians like thawing spring water.

Each cycle was smoother than before, and every meridian was gently widened and strengthened by the medicinal power.

Wang Long placed his palm on her back, simultaneously channeling gentle yet profound spiritual energy and literary energy into her to stabilize the flow of the medicine within her body.

It is gentle and lingering, like a quiet river flowing slowly through her veins.

It gradually washed away the accumulated hidden injuries and impurities in her body.

Luo Hanyi closed her eyes and felt the shackles loosening.

The cracks spread silently, from one to two, from two to four, until it shattered with a crash.

Grandmaster Realm!

She opened her eyes, slightly out of breath, a glint of light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Luo Hanyi looked down at her palm. The flow of spiritual energy was more than ten times smoother than before, and she felt as light as if she had been relieved of a heavy burden that had been lifted for many years.

She looked at Wang Long with a complicated expression, feeling as if she were dreaming.

"From this day forward, I am also a Grandmaster?"

The emperor had been stuck at the ninth rank for decades, but she broke through it so easily.

Everything happened naturally, without any obstacles.

This is absolutely terrifying. Is this the power of a Saint Realm expert?

Luo Hanyi truly experienced it, and Murong Qing, who was standing to the side, was also stunned!

Wang Long smiled, said nothing, and turned to look at Murong Qing.

"Your turn."

Murong Qing nodded slightly.

He obediently swallowed the other pill and closed his eyes.

The medicinal power was gentle and mellow, slowly flowing through her meridians, clearing away the tiny blockages one by one.

Although her spiritual power did not surge like Luo Hanyi's, it was purer and more solid than before, and her meridians were also wider.

When she opened her eyes, her whole demeanor became lighter, as if a dusty pearl had been wiped clean.

The next moment, Murong Qing's cultivation level continued to rise.

Rank 7 or Rank 8.

It only stopped at the peak of the ninth rank!

She looked down at her hands, then looked up, her eyes filled with joy.

"Husband, I've broken through! I've reached the ninth rank?!"

Like Luo Hanyi, Murong Qing found it unbelievable.

When did the ninth rank and the Grandmaster realm become so worthless?

Wang Long smiled and nodded, then patted her little head.

"Qing'er has a good foundation; I'll help you reach the Grandmaster realm in a while."

Murong Qing nodded vigorously, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

She never imagined she would have the chance to reach the Grandmaster realm!

"My dear husband, you're so good to me~"

Murong Qing was overjoyed and wanted to do something for Wang Long.

She turned to the side, knelt down in front of Wang Long, looked up at him, her gaze clear and gentle.

"My lord, Qing'er wishes to serve you."

Wang Long was taken aback and felt a little embarrassed.

"Qing'er..."

Murong Qing lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her expression both docile and resolute.

"When you helped me just now, I saw it. You... were thinking of Qing'er."

She spoke very softly, but Wang Long understood.

Looking at her slightly flushed cheeks and her clear, determined eyes, Wang Long swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and ultimately did not stop her.

He turned his head and glanced at Luo Hanyi.

Luo Hanyi's ears turned slightly red, but she simply looked away.

There was no objection, nor did they get up to leave.

Wang Long did not refuse.

He gently pulled Luo Hanyi into his arms and let her lean on his shoulder.

Feeling the warm and comforting touch in his arms, he let Murong Qing kneel before him, gently and attentively.

Murong Qing's movements were somewhat awkward, but she was very earnest.

Luo Hanyi leaned against him, turning her head away from him, but her ears were bright red.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional soft crackling of the lamp flame, which was particularly clear in the night.