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

Ye Niannu raised her head, her peach blossom eyes red and swollen, with tear stains still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

In her eyes, Wang Long was not Wang Long, but a stranger.

Ye Niannu looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her, her eyes filled with obvious wariness and aloofness, and abruptly shook off Wang Long's hand that was on her shoulder.

"Who are you? Don't touch me!"

Her voice was hoarse and shrill, like a small beast driven to the brink of despair, raising all its thorns.

She took a half step back, supported herself on the ground with her hands to stand up, and shakily steadied herself. Her gaze went over Wang Long's shoulder and landed on the receding figure deep in the fog.

Wang Long followed her gaze and saw a gray figure walking slowly into the depths of the thick fog.

He knew that back view all too well; it was his own back view, the nightmare that had conjured him up and turned him into someone Ye Niannu didn't recognize.

Absolutely despicable!

Wang Long clenched his fists tightly, truly wanting to tear this nightmare apart.

The fake dragon walked with a calm and unhurried pace, without looking back, as if it had completely abandoned something insignificant.

"My love... don't go... don't leave me..."

Ye Niannu's voice lowered again, trembling with sobs, as she took steps to chase after that retreating figure.

She staggered, nearly falling several times, but refused to stop.

Wang Long stood there watching her like this, feeling as if something had squeezed his heart so hard that he could hardly breathe.

She didn't recognize him; in her eyes, he was just a strange intruder.

"Stay away from me!"

Ye Niannu turned around and shouted at him, her voice filled with wariness and rejection.

Without waiting for his response, she turned around and continued chasing after the blurring figure.

Wang Long remained silent for a moment, but finally took a step and followed her. He stayed at a distance that would not disturb her.

Every stumble she took was seen by him, and every tearful cry she uttered reached his ears.

He suddenly realized with absolute clarity what place he held in her heart.

Ye Niannu pursued him for a long time.

The thick fog spread out and closed in front of her, and the gray figure always kept a distance of neither too close nor too far in front of her, as if it was deliberately waiting for her.

Finally, she caught up with the fake dragon in a relatively open area.

Ye Niannu stopped in front of him, panting, her hands on her knees, and looked up at the fake Wang Long with red eyes and a pleading voice.

"My love, don't go... I was wrong... I'll do anything... Please don't leave me..."

The fake dragon stopped and turned around.

That face was exactly the same as Wang Long's, even the curve of the corners of his mouth was identical, but it carried a coldness and mockery that the real Wang Long would never have.

He looked down at Ye Niannu as if she were an object he could dispose of at will.

"Would you do anything?"

The fake Wang Long's voice was flat, yet it carried a chilling contempt that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Then kneel down and beg me, and I might consider letting you stay by my side as a maid."

Ye Niannu's body stiffened abruptly.

She looked at the familiar face before her, at those eyes that were once full of tenderness but now held only cold scrutiny, and her lips moved a few times.

As if he wanted to say something, he ultimately just slowly, very slowly, bent his knees.

Just as her knees were about to touch the ground, a hand reached out from behind her and steadily supported her arm.

"stand up!"

Wang Long's voice was low and steady, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He took Ye Niannu's arm and gently pulled her up from her half-kneeling position.

Ye Niannu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him, her eyes filled with confusion and astonishment, as if she hadn't realized what had happened.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing this scene, the fake Wang Long's cold expression finally cracked, and his gaze darkened slightly.

Wang Long did not answer Ye Niannu's question. His gaze passed over her and landed on the fake Wang Long's face, which was exactly the same as his own. His voice was as cold as ice.

"Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy of making her kneel before you?"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Long had already moved.

His figure was like a gray lightning bolt, suddenly passing by Ye Niannu's side and rushing straight towards the fake Wang Long!

Golden spiritual energy condensed into a lightsaber in his palm, the tip of which pierced straight at the fake dragon's brow.

The fake Wang Long reacted just as quickly. He took a half step back, raised his hand to block, and a golden lightsaber materialized in his palm, precisely parrying Wang Long's attack.

The two lightsabers clashed together, producing a crisp clang. Golden light exploded at the point of impact, scattering and churning the surrounding thick fog.

"I know all your moves."

The fake Wang Long's voice carried a hint of mockery, his gaze fixed on Wang Long's face, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"You can't kill me. I am you. Who are you?"

The sword light between the two constantly clashed, intersected, shattered, and reassembled. Their back-and-forth movements were like mirror images, and even their breathing rhythms were synchronized.

Ye Niannu stood a few steps away, watching this scene, as if she had been frozen in place.

She watched as the two almost identical figures collided and crossed in mid-air, and suddenly felt dizzy and had a splitting headache.

"No...don't hit me anymore..."

She covered her forehead with both hands, her body trembled violently, and she let out a painful scream.

"Stop...please stop..."

Wang Long paused slightly upon hearing her voice.

Taking advantage of that momentary pause, the fake Wang Long slashed diagonally with his sword, leaving a shallow crack on Wang Long's shoulder.

Wang Long grunted and took a half step back, but did not continue the pursuit. He turned his head and saw Ye Niannu squatting on the ground.

He held his head in his hands, his whole body trembling violently, as if he were enduring some unbearable pain.

"Niannu!"

Wang Long called out, trying to walk towards her. But the fake Wang Long blocked his way with his sword, his gaze cold and mocking.

"Look, she doesn't even know what she really wants. Do you think you can save her? She doesn't even know who you are."

Just then, Ye Niannu raised her head, her eyes filled with struggle and confusion.

She looked at Wang Long, then at the fake Wang Long, as if trying to discern something. Then she looked at the fake Wang Long, her voice hoarse and broken.

"My lord... I..."

The fake Wang Long looked at her, his tone carrying a condescending seduction.

"If you want to stay by my side, kill that meddlesome fellow first, and I can pretend nothing happened. You won't have to kneel down."

Ye Niannu's body suddenly stiffened.

She looked at Wang Long, then at the fake Wang Long.

The face that looked exactly like her husband's carried a cold scrutiny, while the other unfamiliar face held an anxiety and concern that she couldn't quite explain.

She bit her lip, her fingers trembling slightly. She could persevere for her love, but to indiscriminately kill innocent people...