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

The palace doors were suddenly pushed open, and Zheng Hao sat in a wheelchair being pushed by two disciples.

He stormed in with a ferocious expression.

His legs were still wrapped in thick bandages, his face was pale, but his eyes burned with boundless hatred.

"Father! Promise them! I'll make that bitch Ye Niannu and Ye Wushuang wish they were dead beneath me!"

"I want to kill that old bastard Wang Long with my own hands! I'll tear him to pieces!"

Zheng Yuan frowned slightly when he saw him like this, but did not reprimand him.

Zheng Hao's leg injury was a thorn in his side, and he knew it better than anyone else.

Moreover, Zheng Yuan also wanted to vent his anger, since he had sent someone to deliver gifts to Ye Niannu after she broke through to the Heavenly Supreme Realm.

This time, we must completely crush the Primordial Holy Palace under our feet!

Zheng Yuan remained silent for a moment, having already made up his mind, and then slowly spoke.

"Elder Kui San, the Heavenly Evolution Sect has agreed to this!"

"However, the distribution of the spoils still needs to be discussed in detail."

Kui San smiled with satisfaction.

"Sect Leader Zheng is quite generous. My sect leader said that the spiritual veins and resources of the Primordial Holy Palace will be shared by both our sects, each taking what they need. As for Ye Wushuang and his disciple..."

He glanced at Zheng Hao in the wheelchair, his smile carrying a deeper meaning.

"Naturally, it shall be handled by your sect's young sect leader."

I'll agree to anything.

After destroying the Primordial Holy Palace, Kui Yuan might also destroy the Heavenly Evolution Sect!

Upon hearing this, Zheng Hao's face revealed a twisted and smug smile.

He looked down at his legs, still wrapped in bandages, his voice as cold as a snake.

"Wang Long... Ye Niannu... wait, this young master will soon show you what it truly means to wish you were dead!"

At this moment, the Primordial Holy Palace was still immersed in the joy of having two Heavenly Sovereigns.

Completely unaware that someone was already watching them from the shadows!

The next morning.

When Wang Long woke up, he found that Murong Qing was using her left arm as a pillow. The little girl was sleeping peacefully, her breathing was soft and long, and there was a sweet smile on her lips, as if she was having a beautiful dream.

On her right, Luo Hanyi lay on her side, one hand gently resting on her slightly protruding belly.

Her other hand had somehow grabbed Wang Long's clothes.

Wang Long didn't move, just lay there quietly, turning his head to look at Luo Hanyi's peaceful sleeping face.

The morning light softened her features, making her appear more gentle than her usual aloof and dignified demeanor.

He sighed inwardly.

These peaceful and tranquil days are wonderful!

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Luo Hanyi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She slowly opened her eyes and met Wang Long's gaze, and was slightly taken aback at first.

Her ears turned slightly red for a moment, but she calmly loosened his clothes and stood up.

"Why didn't you wake me up when you were awake?"

"I want you to sleep more; it's normal to be sleepy during pregnancy."

Wang Long sat up with a smile and casually tidied the stray hairs that had fallen over her shoulders.

"Just focus on your pregnancy and don't worry too much. I'll help you with your cultivation."

Luo Hanyi didn't reply, but turned her head away, her ears turning even redder.

Murong Qing was also awakened by the sound of the two talking, and sat up while rubbing her eyes.

Seeing Wang Long smiling at her, her face flushed slightly, and she whispered a greeting.

"My lord..."

"Hmm~"

Wang Long gently touched Murong Qing's face, feeling a surge of emotion.

She's so young and her face feels so soft and smooth, full of collagen.

Murong Qing looked at Wang Long with a smile; she enjoyed being caressed by him.

Wang Long got up and dressed, a slight smile on his face.

"Minglan is almost fully recovered. Would you like to come with me to see her?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Hanyi paused slightly, a hint of urgency flashing in her eyes.

"Is Minglan really alright?"

"Don't worry, would I lie to you?"

Murong Qing jumped off the bed and nodded quickly.

"Qing'er also wants to go see Sister Minglan!"

"Then let's go."

Wang Long extended his hand, gesturing for the two to come closer.

Luo Hanyi hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and placed her hand in his palm, while Murong Qing grasped his other hand without hesitation.

"This is?"

"Husband, where should we go to see Sister Minglan?"

Both women looked at Wang Long with curiosity.

Wang Long didn't say anything, but with a thought, the Immortal Palace mark on the back of his hand warmed slightly, and a soft light enveloped the three of them.

Immediately, the three figures vanished without a sound.

The scene before my eyes shifted in an instant, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the warm and tranquil stone corridor of the celestial palace.

The stars in the dome continued to rotate slowly, and the spiritual energy was as dense as mist, rushing towards us.

Luo Hanyi raised her head and looked at the magnificent and solemn underground palace, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She opened her mouth, but it took her a long time to speak.

"Where...where is this?"

"This is a celestial palace."

Wang Long smiled, took her hand, and walked deeper into the area.

"A portable, Emperor-level spiritual artifact."

Luo Hanyi paused in her steps, and Murong Qing gasped in shock.

"Emperor...Emperor rank?!"

Murong Qing was also dumbfounded.

What kind of rank is this? She had never heard of it before!

Luo Hanyi has never left the Great Qian Dynasty, and has only seen a few words about it in the records.

Emperor-level, that's reserved for emperors only.

How many Emperor-level beings are there on this land?!

Unexpectedly, Wang Long had one in his possession; it felt like a dream.

Wang Long smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

Just then, a white figure came rushing from the end of the corridor.

With its four hooves flying through the snow, its mane fluttering slightly in the spiritual energy, and its bright, intelligent eyes, it charged straight at Wang Long.

She buried her head in his arms, rubbing it hard against his chest, making a series of low hissing sounds.

It sounded like she was being coquettish, but also like she was complaining that he had made her worry for so long.

Wang Long was knocked back half a step by it, and he smiled as he reached out to rub its head.

"Alright, alright, Ta Xue, long time no see~"

Ta Xue, however, persisted, rubbing against it several more times before finally stepping back half a step.

He tilted his head to look at Luo Hanyi and Murong Qing beside him, then leaned over and rubbed his hands against theirs, showing great intimacy.

Murong Qing giggled as it rubbed against her, and reached out to touch its mane.

"Ta Xue is such a good girl."

Wang Long glanced at Taxue and sighed inwardly; this was the horse that had been closest to him from beginning to end.

He immediately took out a spiritual fruit from his storage ring. The fruit was only the size of a fist, but it emitted a rich spiritual energy fluctuation.

He smuggled it from the Wanjian Sect's treasury; it is of great benefit to spirit beasts.

"Is this an eighth-grade Holy Spirit Fruit?"

Luo Hanyi was quite knowledgeable and recognized it at a glance; even if you turned the Great Qian Empire's treasury upside down, you wouldn't find a single one of these.

It's very valuable!

That's how Ta Xue ate it~

Wang Long is truly wealthy and powerful.

He held the fruit to Ta Xue's lips and said gently.

"Here, eat it, it'll do you good."