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

After Wang Long settled all the women in, he returned to his room, only to find that there was no room left on the bed.

Ye Niannu had rolled to the side against the wall at some point, Xu Wanyun was lying in the middle, and Murong Qing was curled up on the outermost side, all of them fast asleep.

Qin Minglan was placed at the foot of the bed. She turned over while hugging her pillow, and rolled away most of the blanket.

Wang Long stood by the bed for a long time, then shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He quietly took off his outer robe and lay down on his side in the small gap at the very edge.

As if sensing his presence in her sleep, Ye Niannu turned over and naturally put her arm around his waist.

He didn't even open his eyes, and mumbled something incoherently.

"My lord... don't run away..."

Wang Long reached out and gently took her hand that was resting on his waist, closed his eyes, and did not answer.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, and the chirping of insects was intermittent, mixed with a few even and long breaths from the bed, which was intoxicating.

The next morning.

Wang Long was awakened by a rustling sound. He opened his eyes and found that he had somehow acquired several arms and legs.

Ye Niannu pressed herself against his side, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Xu Wanyun's head rested on his other shoulder, while Murong Qing nestled in his arms.

Qin Minglan went even further, draping one leg over his calf as if to assert her dominance.

He couldn't move, and he was too lazy to move, so he just lay there quietly for a while, listening to the four even breaths mingling together, and smiled knowingly.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and doze off for a while, I suddenly heard a faint but hurried sound of footsteps outside the courtyard.

Wang Long had excellent hearing. Although the footsteps were light, they were clearly not the sound of servants sweeping in the early morning. The footsteps were hurried and cautious.

Immediately afterwards, a very low voice came from the direction of the courtyard gate.

"Has Your Highness awakened? This servant has urgent business to discuss with you..."

Wang Long frowned slightly, recognizing the voice as that of an eunuch from the palace.

He carefully and slowly moved the women off him, one by one, as if afraid of waking any of them.

Ye Niannu snorted in her sleep, reached out to grab it but couldn't, so she turned over and rolled most of the blanket away.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Long sat up, put on his outer robe and boots, and quietly walked out of the room.

At the foot of the steps outside the courtyard gate, an old eunuch dressed in a blue palace attendant's robe was bowing and waiting.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, indicating that he had been waiting for a while.

When he saw Wang Long come out, he quickly bowed and greeted him respectfully.

"This old servant greets Your Highness! His Majesty requests that you come to the palace immediately, as there are important matters at the court meeting that require Your Highness's decision."

Wang Long stood in the morning light, his expression calm, and spoke softly.

"What's the matter?"

The father-in-law raised his head, his eyes filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Your Highness, envoys from more than a dozen surrounding countries have arrived. They... have all come to present their credentials!"

"They say they want to annex the entire country into the Great Qian Dynasty, and they only ask for the approval of the Prince and His Majesty."

Wang Long wasn't too surprised, after all, the Great Qian Dynasty now had Saint Realm and Supreme Realm experts in charge.

In a small country where only Grandmasters exist, it can be considered a behemoth!

"Let's set off now."

Wang Long smiled and nodded, then turned and followed the eunuch out of the mansion.

The sedan chair was already prepared, and it traveled smoothly through the long street to the palace gate.

Wang Long alighted from the sedan chair and stepped into the palace gate amidst the respectful salutes of the guards.

The palace servants and guards they encountered along the way stopped and bowed from afar, their eyes filled with almost devout reverence.

Wang Long was now used to this kind of attention, and without stopping, he walked straight toward the main hall.

The imperial guards on both sides of the palace gate saw him from afar and immediately stood at attention and saluted, their backs even straighter than usual.

The sounds inside the hall suddenly fell silent the moment he stepped across the threshold.

Inside the spacious court hall, civil and military officials stood solemnly in their ranks, while Murong Yuan sat high on the dragon throne.

In the center of the main hall, a dozen figures dressed in various styles stood waiting on both sides.

The envoys were all dressed in magnificent robes, yet they were humble, with their heads bowed and their eyes not daring to look directly at each other.

Wang Long strode in, and all eyes turned to him.

The dozen or so envoys had been standing in the hall for almost half an hour, and the princes who had not yet been given a seat all raised their eyes and their gazes fell on the gray figure.

The next moment, a unified sound rang out throughout the entire hall.

"Welcome, Your Highness!"

The voices overlapped, respectful and worshipful.

The envoy standing at the very front even lifted his robe and knelt down on one knee.

"This envoy from a small country, on behalf of our king, pays his respects to Your Highness!"

The others followed suit and knelt down, their voices of praise ringing out.

Wang Long surveyed the group of figures prostrate on the ground, his expression calm and serene.

He looked up at Murong Yuan on the dragon throne, who was smiling at him, his eyes full of pride and delight.

Wang Long nodded slightly, calmly walked towards the area beneath the dragon throne.

The people kneeling behind him didn't dare to raise their heads.

Wang Long casually sat down in the seat below Murong Yuan and took a sip of the hot tea that had been prepared in advance.

His gaze swept calmly over the figure kneeling below.

Murong Yuan looked at Wang Long with a smile on his face.

The meaning is obvious: Wang Long is the main character, and he is just a supporting character.

Seeing this, Wang Long nodded slightly and said calmly.

"You have come from afar, and I'm sure you've had a long and tiring journey."

"Stand up and speak."

Upon hearing this, the envoy kneeling at the front hesitated for a moment before cautiously raising his head.

Seeing that Wang Long showed no displeasure, he slowly straightened up, but still bowed, his posture extremely respectful.

The dozen or so people behind him also stood up one after another, but none of them dared to look directly at Wang Long.

Her gaze only dared to fall on the hem of his robe, and even her breathing was somewhat cautious.

Wang Long single-handedly stormed into the Great Zhao, wiped out the entire royal family, and killed the other emperors as well.

The most terrifying thing is that the Holy Realm Guardian of the Great Zhao was also wiped out, and the sect behind him didn't dare to utter a sound.

These small countries were no match for Wang Long and were terrified of doing something wrong to anger him.

That would be a catastrophe that would destroy the nation.

What they didn't know was that Wang Long was usually very kind.

They are more friendly to their friends.

"Your Highness is too kind. We have come on the orders of the King to offer our sincerity to the Great Qian Dynasty and to Your Highness."

As the envoy spoke, he took out a scroll of state letter sealed with gold thread from his sleeve, raised it high above his head with both hands, and spoke in a firm and solemn voice.

"Our lord has said that with a prince in charge, the southern border of Great Qian is blessed. We, a small nation, are willing to submit to Great Qian for generations to come, and will never have any disloyal intentions!"

"Absolutely no ulterior motives!"

The dozen or so people behind him responded in unison, their voices uneven but all sincere.

Wang Long's gaze swept calmly over the scrolls of official documents held aloft by both hands, without immediately responding.

Instead, he slightly turned his head and glanced at Murong Yuan on the dragon throne.