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

Her voice was choked with emotion, filled with genuine concern for Wang Long.

Looking at her like this, Wang Long felt a surge of warmth in his heart and grinned.

"Don't worry, young lady, this old servant is tough and won't die."

"You're still laughing!"

Qin Minglan glared at him and gently pinched his arm.

"You're injured like this and you're still laughing? Are you stupid?"

Wang Long was pinched so hard he was grimacing, but he laughed even harder.

Luo Hanyi didn't speak, but simply turned her head and glanced at Wang Long indifferently.

The three walked to the edge of the stands, and Luo Hanyi stopped.

The two of them helped Wang Long to a seat.

As soon as Wang Long's buttocks touched the chair, he instinctively tried to stand up.

"Madam, it's inappropriate for an old servant like me to sit here..."

"Sit down when I tell you to."

Luo Hanyi's voice was cold and clear, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"You are now the leader, and you deserve this position. No one dares to question my decisions."

Wang Long opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Qin Minglan pressed him back into his chair.

"Just sit down when your sister-in-law tells you to. Why all the nonsense?"

Qin Minglan glared at him, her tone fierce, but her movements were very gentle, as if afraid of aggravating his wound.

Luo Hanyi took out a pale gold pill from the storage ring on her fingertip and handed it to Wang Long.

"have eaten."

Wang Long looked down and his pupils contracted slightly.

The Fourth Grade Healing Pill.

The kind the emperor bestowed yesterday, it's priceless.

"Madam, this is far too precious. This old servant has a gift from His Majesty..."

"have eaten."

Luo Hanyi directly stuffed the pill into Wang Long's mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm medicinal power flowed down the throat into the limbs and bones. Wherever it passed, broken bones began to heal, torn muscles began to regenerate, and the bleeding from the wounds gradually stopped.

Wang Long closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The severe chest pain lessened considerably, and my breathing became much easier.

"Thank you, Madam."

He opened his eyes, looked at Luo Hanyi, and his eyes were full of sincere gratitude.

Luo Hanyi nodded slightly, turned around and walked to the seat next to her.

Qin Minglan stood next to Wang Long, arms crossed, looking at him intently.

Seeing that Wang Long was alright, Qin Minglan's sword fanaticism kicked in again, and her eyes lit up.

"Old man, what was the name of that sword strike you just used?"

"The Great Void Breaking Illusion Sword Technique, Second Form: Annihilation."

Wang Long answered truthfully that he would be teaching Qin Minglan in the future, and he had no intention of hiding anything.

Qin Minglan's eyes lit up, and she pressed for an answer.

"It's so powerful! When are you going to teach me? I want to learn too!"

"If the young lady wishes to learn, this old servant will naturally impart all the knowledge I possess."

Wang Long smiled and nodded, then added another sentence.

"But we'll have to wait until this old servant has recovered."

"That's natural."

Qin Minglan nodded in satisfaction, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and handed it to him.

"Wipe the blood off your face, it's filthy."

Wang Long took the handkerchief and happily wiped his face.

Being surrounded by two beautiful female characters who showed concern for me was a first for me, even after traveling through 68 years.

Wang Long felt that he finally looked like a time traveler.

In the square, the nobles were still whispering among themselves.

Murong Yuan sat upright on the dragon throne, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

He slowly stood up.

There were no eunuchs calling out names, and no guards clearing the way.

He stood up and took a step.

He took a step and stepped into the void.

Even though there was nothing beneath his feet, he felt as if he were standing firmly on solid ground.

The second step.

third step.

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, step by step ascending into the air, reaching the sky above the square, where he looked down at everyone.

Sunlight shone on him, making his bright yellow dragon robe gleam. The phantom of a golden dragon behind him appeared and disappeared, exuding an overwhelming aura of power.

A ninth-rank martial artist.

Walking on air.

This is something only a ninth-rank martial artist can do.

The entire room fell silent.

The nobles all stood up, stood with their hands at their sides, and dared not utter a sound.

The servants knelt on the ground, their foreheads touching the earth, their bodies trembling slightly.

Wang Long also stood up, bowed slightly, and looked through the crowd at the majestic figure in the sky.

A cry from within.

"That's what a man should do!"

Murong Yuan's gaze swept across the entire room, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"I am very satisfied with this competition."

"Every family participated enthusiastically, and the servants fought bravely, demonstrating the prowess of the warriors of our Great Qian Dynasty."

He paused, his gaze falling in the direction of the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence.

"Especially Wang Long, a servant of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion."

"To defeat an opponent who had taken the Blood Burning Pill and was halfway to the fourth rank with only the initial third rank cultivation is truly remarkable."

The crowd stirred again.

The emperor himself praised him, which was an immense honor.

Luo Hanyi's expression remained calm, but her fingers tightened slightly.

Qin Minglan stood next to Wang Long, her chin held even higher, her almond-shaped eyes filled with smugness.

The emperor continued.

"The Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion has weathered many storms over the years, yet it has remained steadfastly loyal, which greatly pleases me."

"Now, the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence is hereby bestowed upon him!"

He raised his hand and waved, and a golden light flew out from his sleeve and landed in front of Luo Hanyi.

"Five hundred spirit stones, twenty bottles of fourth-grade pills, three high-grade Xuan-level spirit artifacts, and fifty thousand taels of gold."

"I hope you can restore the former glory of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion."

Luo Hanyi quickly bowed and greeted him, her voice clear and melodious.

"My wife, I thank you for your kindness!"

Qin Minglan also bowed, but secretly clicked her tongue in amazement.

The emperor has been far too generous this time!

The nobles around them were extremely envious.

These resources are enough for a small family to live on for ten years.

The emperor actually gave it all to the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion?

It seems the emperor intends to support the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion to balance the power in the court.

Many nobles secretly plotted to change their attitude towards the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion.

The emperor withdrew his hand and continued speaking.

"In addition, I will also reward those who performed exceptionally well in this competition."

He glanced at the crowd and began calling out names.

"Zhao Tiezhu, a servant of the Yongning Marquis's household, is brave and decisive. He is hereby specially appointed as a seventh-rank Yihui Xiaowei and awarded a thousand taels of gold."

"Sun Ergou, a servant of the Marquis of Dingyuan, is both intelligent and brave. He is hereby specially appointed as a Xuanjie Colonel of the eighth rank and granted eight hundred taels of gold."

"Li Heizi, a servant of the Marquis of Pingnan, is fearless and valiant. He is hereby appointed as a rank 8 Imperial Guard and awarded 500 taels of gold."

As names were read out, servants knelt to express their gratitude, their faces filled with excitement and disbelief.

From this day forward, they will no longer be household slaves.

Instead, they were officials appointed by the imperial court.

He is now a military officer with a rank!

Qin Minglan listened intently for a long time and discovered that the emperor had read out more than a dozen names, ranging from seventh to eighth rank, bestowing titles and rewards upon a large number of people.

But Wang Long's name was never mentioned.

The more she listened, the more uneasy she felt, and her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

After the emperor finished reading the last name, Qin Minglan finally couldn't help but mutter something under her breath.

"Wang Long is the leader, so why hasn't he received any official title or reward?"

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only Wang Long and Luo Hanyi beside her could hear it.

Luo Hanyi turned her head and glanced at Qin Minglan.

"Minglan, you must not speak ill of His Majesty."

Qin Minglan pursed her lips, and although she was unwilling, she still kept quiet.

Luo Hanyi turned her head, her gaze falling on Wang Long, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She silently breathed a sigh of relief.

She was truly afraid that the emperor would bestow honors upon Wang Long and transfer him away from the Marquis's residence.

Wang Long is now the hope of the Marquis's mansion, the key to her breaking through the bottleneck, and Qin Minglan's master in swordsmanship.

If he leaves, what will happen to the Marquis's mansion?

What should she do?

What should Minglan do?