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

As Qin Minglan spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled with sobs.

Wang Long's heart softened when he saw her like this, and he sighed.

"Young Miss, this old servant has overstepped his bounds. This old servant shouldn't have..."

"Stop talking, it's not your fault, it's my fault..."

Qin Minglan sniffed and wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Take another deep breath, then exhale.

It took several attempts before my emotions gradually calmed down.

She looked up at Wang Long, her almond-shaped eyes still glistening with tears, but the panic and embarrassment from before were gone.

"Old man, I'm asking you a question."

Her voice softened slightly.

"You...you just now, besides wanting to kiss me, did you also want to do something else?"

Wang Long paused for a moment, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He messed up by being caught doing something wrong; he was just too hasty.

The main thing is that if you think about a soft, beautiful girl throwing herself into your arms, who could resist?

Qin Minglan stared at Wang Long for two seconds, and seeing his nervous expression, she suddenly burst out laughing.

"Fine, I won't hold it against you."

She walked to the bedside, lowered her head, and gently kissed Wang Long on the cheek.

The touch was as light as a feather brushing against you, and it was gone in an instant.

Qin Minglan straightened up, a smile on her face, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents.

"This bite is to repay you."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

"As for what happened earlier... I'll remember it. We'll talk about it later."

Looking at her, Wang Long found Qin Minglan increasingly adorable.

Where is the arrogant and domineering demeanor?

"Alright, my agreement with you is now fulfilled."

Qin Minglan turned and walked towards the door as she spoke.

As she reached the door, she stopped, turned her head, and revealed half of her flushed face.

"Old man, you should take good care of your injuries. This young lady... this young lady will come to see you another day."

"besides……"

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"Once I'm ready, I will... I will come back to find you."

After saying that, she ran out like a startled rabbit.

The footsteps faded into the distance and disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

Wang Long sat on the bed, looking at the empty doorway, and reached out to touch his cheek that had been kissed.

The place still retained a trace of warmth, carrying a faint fragrance of osmanthus.

"Little brat."

He muttered to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This old servant awaits the day you volunteer."

Wang Long lay down, put his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the roof beam.

The wounds on my body have almost healed; the effects of the fourth-grade healing pill are truly amazing.

But he didn't rush to get up and start cultivating. Instead, he just lay there, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves.

Wang Long closed his eyes, a smile on his lips, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The Zhennan Marquis's Residence.

Main hall.

Zhao Pojun sat upright in the main seat, his face ashen.

A dozen or so servants were kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed, their bodies trembling slightly, not daring to breathe.

In the center of the main hall, Tie Xiong knelt on the ground, covered in blood, with blood still seeping from the large hole in his chest, and his face was as pale as paper.

His aura was weak, and his cultivation level had dropped from the fourth rank to the second rank, and it was still declining.

The side effects of the Blood Burning Pill, coupled with the severe injury from Wang Long's sword strike, have completely destroyed his martial arts foundation.

"waste."

Zhao Pojun's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Tie Xiong trembled, his forehead pressed to the ground, his voice hoarse.

"My lord... this subordinate... this subordinate is incompetent... I beg my lord to spare my life..."

"Spare me?"

Zhao Pojun stood up, walked slowly to Tie Xiong, and looked down at him.

"I have spent ten years nurturing you, giving you the Blood Burning Pill and the best resources, hoping that you will bring glory to the Zhennan Marquis's Mansion in this competition."

"And the result?"

He crouched down, reached out, pinched Tie Xiong's chin, and lifted his face.

"You can't even beat a dying old man."

Tie Xiong's eyes were filled with fear, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"What use would I have for you?"

Zhao Pojun suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

Click!

Tie Xiong's head exploded in his palm, splattering blood and brain matter all over his hand and face.

The people around were trembling with fear; some collapsed to the ground, while others covered their mouths, too afraid to make a sound.

Zhao Pojun stood up, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and slowly wiped the blood off his hands.

"Drag him away and throw him into a mass grave to feed the dogs!"

"Yes...yes..."

Two servants scrambled up and dragged Tie Xiong's headless corpse away.

The main hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhao Pojun sat back down in the main seat, closed his eyes, and gently tapped the armrest with his fingers.

one more time.

Silent for a long time.

"Someone come here."

"What are your orders, Lord Marquis?"

A middle-aged man walked in from outside and bowed.

"Investigate that old bastard Wang Long. What's his background? What's his connection to the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion? I want every detail."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man respectfully responded and turned to leave.

Zhao Pojun opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

"Luo Hanyi, do you think you can turn things around by hiring a third-rank servant?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"dream."

"I'd like to see how long you can hold out."

A young man strode in from outside the main hall.

He was in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a slender figure. He wore a white robe, a long sword at his waist, and had an elegant demeanor.

It was Zhao Pojun's only son, Zhao Lingyun.

"Father."

Zhao Lingyun walked to the center of the main hall and bowed.

Zhao Pojun looked at him, his expression softening slightly.

"Lingyun, you've come at the right time. I have something to tell you."

"Father, please speak."

Zhao Pojun stood up, walked up to Zhao Lingyun, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I know that you've always liked that little girl from the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion."

Zhao Lingyun was taken aback, and a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.

"Father, I..."

No explanation needed.

Zhao Pojun interrupted him, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"I disagreed before because the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion still had value to me, and I didn't want to alert them."

"But now—"

He paused, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"We can't wait any longer."

"That bitch Luo Hanyi dared to disrespect me in public and embarrass me in front of everyone."

"I will show her the consequences of offending the Marquis of Zhennan's mansion."

Zhao Pojun looked at Zhao Lingyun and spoke each word clearly.

"Go and capture Qin Minglan."

"No matter what method you use, as long as the raw rice is cooked, that's fine."

"Once Qin Minglan becomes your person, Luo Hanyi will be hesitant to act rashly."

"At that time, the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion will be my possession."

Zhao Lingyun's eyes lit up instantly.

"Father, are you... are you telling the truth?"

He had wanted to do this for a long time, but Zhao Pojun told him to be honest and that he could only think about it.

Now with her father's support, Zhao Lingyun can finally act freely.

He was a playboy who had slept with countless women.

Zhao Lingyun has been eyeing Qin Minglan for a long time!

"Of course, just go for it!"

Zhao Pojun smiled and gently patted his shoulder.

"Go, don't disappoint your father."

Zhao Lingyun quickly bowed and greeted him, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Father, rest assured, I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the main hall, his steps light and quick, as if Qin Minglan was already his for the taking!

Zhao Pojun watched his retreating figure with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Luo Hanyi..."

He muttered to himself, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a small sip.

"I'd like to see how long you can hold out."