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

Luo Hanyi's expression was indifferent; she had long expected this outcome.

After all, Wang Long's rapid progress was largely thanks to her help.

The eunuch was stunned for a while before he came to his senses and announced in a shrill voice.

"Match 1, Zhenbei Marquis's Residence, Wang Long wins!"

The square instantly erupted in chaos.

"They won?! That old bastard won?!"

"One move! Only one move!"

"Isn't he a horse breeder? How can he be so strong?"

"A second-rank martial artist! Zhang Tiezhu is a second-rank martial artist! He was defeated so easily?"

Amid the clamor of discussion, Wang Long slowly turned around and looked at Luo Hanyi in the stands.

He bowed slightly, his posture humble.

"Madam, this old servant has not failed in his mission."

Luo Hanyi looked at him, nodded slightly, and her voice remained cold.

"good."

Qin Minglan stood behind her, gave Wang Long a thumbs up, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents, and smiled brightly.

"Old man, well done! You didn't embarrass my sister-in-law!"

Wang Long smiled, turned around, and walked off the stage.

The servants of the other nobles were extremely envious, and Wang Long was one of them.

The First Madam and the Eldest Miss cheered him on together; it was truly a unique favor!

……

In the following matches, each side had its own wins and losses.

Several of the servants were quite skilled, and they fought back and forth, winning cheers from the audience.

But more often than not, it's a one-sided crushing victory, with some matches even decided in a single move.

Soon, it was the turn of the second servant of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion—Shen Yue.

Shen Yue slowly walked onto the arena, his face cold and stern, holding a long sword, and exuding the aura of a mid-stage second-rank cultivator.

His opponent was none other than Tie Xiong, a servant of the Marquis of Zhennan's household.

Tie Xiong stood on the other side of the ring, arms crossed, looking down at Shen Yue with a disdainful sneer on his lips.

"Mid-level second grade?"

He scoffed.

"It's not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

The eunuch's high-pitched voice rang out.

"start!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tie Xiong made the first move!

He pushed off the ground with both feet and pounced out like a tiger, moving at an astonishing speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

The fist, imbued with violent spiritual energy, aimed straight for Shen Yue's face!

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; it contained only one word.

fierce!

Extremely powerful!

Shen Yue's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively dodged, while simultaneously slashing horizontally with his longsword, attempting to force Tie Xiong back.

But Tetsuhiro's speed is too fast!

It was so fast that Shen Yue didn't even have time to react!

"Bang--!"

The fist struck Shen Yue squarely in the chest.

"puff!"

Shen Yue spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

He struggled to get up, but Tie Xiong had already rushed in front of him.

Tie Xiong stepped on Shen Yue's chest, looking down at him with a cruel smile on his lips.

"Is that all you've got?"

Shen Yue gritted his teeth and struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

Tie Xiong's foot felt like a mountain pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

"The people of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion are really weak."

Tie Xiong's voice was nonchalant, but he kept increasing the pressure on his feet.

"I'll send you on your way!"

Blood kept spilling from the corner of Shen Yue's mouth, his face was deathly pale, but he gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

He is the commander of the guards of the Marquis's mansion, and he cannot bring shame upon the mansion!

Tie Xiong frowned and increased the pressure on his feet.

"Click—"

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

Shen Yue let out a muffled groan, almost fainting.

That's enough.

A cool, clear voice came from the stands.

Luo Hanyi stood up, her face cold and stern.

"Our Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion concedes defeat."

Tie Xiong then withdrew his foot and chuckled.

"Too bad I couldn't kill you!"

You can't kill someone if they admit defeat; that's the rule.

The emperor is watching from above. If Tie Xiong has nothing to do, he will crush Shen Yue to death.

Not only will he die, but the Zhennan Marquis's mansion will also suffer misfortune.

"Hiss, as expected of the Zhennan Marquis's mansion, their strength is truly formidable. I reckon the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion will rank even lower this time!"

"This Tie Xiong is a strong contender for the championship. Even my servants are no match for him. What a pity."

……

Tie Xiong swaggered off the stage and sneered in Wang Long's direction.

"Old man, you're next! I'll crush your entire Zhenbei Marquisate under my feet!"

Ignoring Tie Xiong's provocation, Wang Long strode onto the stage and helped Shen Yue down.

Shen Yue's face was deathly pale, blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and a section of his chest was sunken, clearly indicating that several of his ribs were broken.

"Commander Shen, are you alright?"

Shen Yue shook his head, his eyes filled with guilt.

"I...I've disgraced the Marquis's mansion..."

Wang Long helped him back to the stands and handed him over to the guards of the Marquis's residence.

"You've done very well. I will avenge you!"

Shen Yue glanced at Wang Long and gave him instructions.

"He's very strong, be careful!"

Luo Hanyi instructed the palace physician to carry Shen Yue away for treatment.

Qin Minglan was very satisfied with Wang Long's performance and waved to him with a smile.

"Old man, come over here, the view is better."

"You're here, young lady!"

Amidst the envious, jealous, and resentful gazes of the servants, Wang Long walked to Qin Minglan's side and stood respectfully behind her.

The servants and their masters were separated into two areas, and they were not allowed to go up to the stands without their masters' permission.

Wang Long is the only one.

Many servants couldn't understand why Wang Long, an old man, was treated so well by the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion.

They were dying of jealousy.

Luo Hanyi found the rest of the match boring, so she sat down and closed her eyes to rest.

Qin Minglan watched with great interest, occasionally discussing with Wang Long the strength of these servants and whether he could handle them.

Wang Long kept nodding and bowing, praising Qin Minglan for her unique insight and accurate analysis, emphasizing that the emotional value was maximized.

He casually placed his hands on Qin Minglan's shoulders, close to her.

Qin Minglan was startled, her body tensed up instinctively, and she said softly and coquettishly.

"What are you doing, you old geezer? Getting so close to me, are you looking for death?!"

"This old servant sees that Miss is tired from sitting, so I'd like to give you a shoulder massage."

Wang Long answered very seriously, and at the same time his hands were already moving.

His technique was excellent, and Qin Minglan cried out in pleasure.

"Phew~ Old man, I didn't expect you to have this skill. I misunderstood you~"

Qin Minglan closed her eyes and enjoyed Wang Long's massage.

While massaging her, Wang Long slowly leaned close to her ear.

Only the sounds that Qin Minglan could hear.

"It's alright, as long as Miss doesn't forget the promise she made to this old servant."

Qin Minglan suddenly opened her eyes, her face instantly turning red. She gritted her teeth and said, word by word.

"You old lecherous bastard!"

Wang Long didn't say anything more, but just looked at Qin Minglan's cute appearance with a smile and carefully massaged her shoulders.

The game was halfway through, and the sun had risen directly overhead.

Two-thirds of the household slaves have been eliminated.

Emperor Murong Yuan raised his hand and waved it. The eunuch immediately understood and his shrill voice rang out.

"By imperial decree, a break is scheduled, and a meal will be served!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The nobles rose and headed toward a side hall of the central palace, where a sumptuous feast had been prepared.

"Old man, the side hall is not a place for someone of your status to go."

Qin Minglan patted Wang Long on the shoulder somewhat embarrassedly.

"If you can wait, I'll bring you some food later."

Wang Long found Qin Minglan increasingly adorable, sensible, and caring, and he quickly waved his hand.

"This old servant thanks you for your kindness, young lady. But there are other servants around; let's not let them offend you."

"Once the competition is over, this old servant will be able to enjoy even better food!"