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

Qin Minglan's thighs were plump, with a unique softness and elasticity, white and tender, and extremely comfortable to rest on.

The moment Wang Long touched her pillow, he fell completely in love.

A faint fragrance of osmanthus wafted from Qin Minglan, lingering around Wang Long's nose and refreshing his heart.

Qin Minglan smiled as she saw Wang Long's blissful expression.

She gently placed her hand on Wang Long's shoulder to prevent him from slipping.

Those who know Wang Long's true identity know that he is just a stable boy, while those who don't might think that Qin Minglan is his wife.

Wang Long closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying himself, completely forgetting the pain in his body.

The young lady's lap pillow is the dream of countless men in Kyoto.

Today, Wang Long was the first to enjoy it, and in full view of everyone.

Wang Long's feelings at this moment can't be summed up in a single word: "爽" (shuang, meaning awesome/great)!

If he could experience Qin Minglan's lap pillow service every day, he would be willing to let him accompany Luo Hanyi and Wang Long every night!

The servants around were stunned by what they saw.

Jealousy was practically overflowing from them; why wasn't the young lady in their household as gentle as him?

They were lucky that they weren't treated like human beings and ordered around.

It's true what they say, comparisons are odious!

Not only were these servants resentful, but many noble sons who admired Qin Minglan were also heartbroken.

"What... what's going on?"

"The eldest daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion, letting that old man lie on her lap?"

"My God, this is too much..."

"What right does this old man have?!"

Whispers rose and fell, filled with envy, jealousy and resentment.

A sharp, sarcastic voice came from the crowd.

"Tsk tsk, the eldest daughter of the dignified Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion, actually letting a servant lie on her lap, what kind of behavior is this?"

"The Zhenbei Marquis's mansion is truly in decline; even the eldest young lady has been reduced to serving as a servant."

"Indeed, they have no manners at all, they're a disgrace to the Marquis's mansion."

Qin Minglan was furious when she heard these voices!

She always does her own thing and never cares about other people's opinions.

These people said she was fine, but she couldn't be taken away from the Marquis's residence!

"Those despicable bastards!"

Qin Minglan wanted nothing more than to tear their mouths apart.

"Please don't get angry, Miss."

Wang Long gently patted her hand, softly comforting her.

"Let this old servant do it."

Seeing this, Qin Minglan nodded slightly, suppressing her fiery temper.

It would be beneath her dignity as the eldest daughter of a noble family to stoop to the level of these servants.

Killing them would offend other nobles and might also displease the emperor.

Qin Minglan clenched and unclenched her fists, still because the Marquis's mansion was not strong enough.

If his elder brother were still alive, not to mention these servants, their masters wouldn't dare utter a single word.

She looked at Wang Long expectantly, hoping he would let her out.

For some reason, Qin Minglan trusted Wang Long's words completely, and always felt that he could do what he said!

Wang Long slowly sat up from Qin Minglan's lap, turned around, and looked at the few servants of the Beppu residence who had spoken rudely.

A cold glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

The fight on the ring continued, and their minor skirmish went largely unnoticed.

"Gentlemen, do you think it's shameful for the young lady to show compassion to a servant like me?"

That sharp voice rang out again.

"Consideration for servants? A young lady letting her servants lie on her lap, is that considered consideration for servants? That's shamelessness..."

"All this talk is just envy. You're a typical sour grapes person, I know that all too well."

Wang Long interrupted him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

This made the other person look very uncomfortable.

"The young lady is so kind to this old servant because I risked my life for the Marquis's mansion and was injured in the process."

"Has your master ever treated you like this?"

The servants were stunned; they opened their mouths, but couldn't utter a word.

They must have never experienced it; if they had, they wouldn't be behaving this way.

Most household servants, no matter what they do or how well they do it, are expected to do it.

Wang Long glanced at the crowd and sneered.

"Young Miss has been kind to me today, and I am naturally deeply grateful. This old servant would risk my life for you in the future!"

Qin Minglan stared blankly at Wang Long, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Would you risk your life for me, you old codger?"

"And you?"

Wang Long's voice was strong and clear.

"Has your master ever shown you even a shred of sincerity?"

"You risked your lives for them, but did they ever treat you like human beings?"

The servants' faces turned grim, and the other servants around them lowered their heads, lost in thought.

Wang Long's words struck a nerve with them, hitting their sore spot.

They were all servants, less than dogs in their masters' eyes.

When they are of use, they will be given a few meals.

When they are no longer of any use, they are discarded.

No master has ever cared for a servant as genuinely as Qin Minglan.

Seeing their expressions, Wang Long knew his words had worked, so he didn't continue.

After all, he had been a servant for sixty-eight years, and only now, because he was useful to Luo Hanyi, did he have some status.

Some things are better left unsaid.

After saying that, he lay back down on Qin Minglan's lap, closed his eyes, and rested contentedly.

Qin Minglan looked down at him, her face beaming with a smile.

She pursed her lips and reached out to gently massage Wang Long's wound, afraid of aggravating it.

"Old man."

Qin Minglan's voice was very soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"Um?"

Wang Long raised an eyebrow.

"What you just said... is it true?"

"Which ones?"

"So... if I treat you well, you'll risk your life for me?"

Wang Long opened his eyes, looked at her face so close to his, and grinned.

"Young Miss, this old servant's life has always belonged to the Marquis's manor."

"If Miss needs it, please take it. This old servant will have no regrets if I can enjoy such treatment before I die!"

Qin Minglan was stunned for a moment, then turned her head away, her ears turning bright red.

"Who...who cares about your life?"

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

Wang Long smiled, closed his eyes again, and continued to enjoy himself.

Qin Minglan's thighs were soft and warm, and it felt extremely comfortable to rest my head on them.

He felt that most of his fatigue and pain had dissipated at that moment.

Luo Hanyi looked at the two intimately, her expression complex.

She really wanted to advise Qin Minglan to keep her distance from Wang Long.

After all, Qin Minglan is young, how could she let an old man take advantage of her?

But then she thought about it again. The sword technique that Wang Long taught Qin Minglan was of extraordinary origin and could not be learned by ordinary people.

It's all fate, just like how she can't become stronger without Wang Long's gaze.

"Phew~"

Luo Hanyi exhaled a breath of stale air and turned her gaze back to the arena.

That's it.

Let things take their course.

As long as it doesn't harm the interests of the Marquis's mansion, Luo Hanyi doesn't care about anything else.

She had a premonition that Wang Long would grow stronger and stronger, and now she wanted to completely bind him to the Marquis's mansion.

It's the best choice!

Wang Long hummed a tune comfortably, having never felt so relaxed before.

Qin Minglan diligently massaged his shoulders.

This is what life like for gods is all about!