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

Wang Long looked into Qin Minglan's eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, young lady. As long as this old servant does a clean job, Zhao Pojun won't be able to find out who killed him!"

As he spoke, he turned and looked at Zhao Lingyun with a cold smile.

"You hurt the young lady, and you think you can leave alive?"

Zhao Lingyun's face changed completely, and he retreated in fright, blood still flowing from his abdomen.

Without moving an inch, Zhao Lingyun was sweating profusely from the pain.

"You...you dare..."

He roared in a trembling voice, trying to make a show of his power.

When Zhao Lingyun does bad things outside, as long as he mentions Zhao Pojun's name, no one dares to mess with him.

He thought that as long as he didn't provoke the royal family, he could do whatever he wanted in the capital.

Today, however, we've run into a tough opponent.

A stable boy whom he considered useless could decide his life or death at will!

Wang Long raised his foot and stomped hard on Zhao Lingyun's crotch!

Click!

The sound of the egg breaking echoed around.

"what!"

Zhao Lingyun let out a shrill scream, curled up into a ball, and trembled violently.

"This kick is the price you pay for bullying the young lady."

Wang Long's indifference sent chills down one's spine.

He crouched down, pressing the broken half of the sword in his hand against Zhao Lingyun's neck.

"Aaaaah...you bastard...how could you..."

Zhao Lingyun screamed hysterically.

Qin Minglan's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at everything before her in disbelief.

Wang Long actually castrated Zhao Lingyun. Even if Zhao Lingyun were still alive, he would be a cripple!

That's incredibly audacious! Even the current Crown Prince wouldn't dare to castrate a noble son at will!

Qin Minglan was so moved that she cried, momentarily forgetting her physical discomfort.

Everything Wang Long did was for her.

Zhao Lingyun frowned, enduring the pain, and stared intently at Wang Long.

They kept issuing meaningless threats to Wang Long!

"If you kill me... you won't survive either..."

"My father will make...the entire Zhenbei Marquis's mansion pay for my death!"

Wang Long smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll send your father down to reunite with you sooner or later!"

Wang Long was too lazy to waste words with him and slashed with his sword.

Without hesitation, he slit Zhao Lingyun's neck.

Blood splattered!

Zhao Lingyun stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her mouth agape, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Even on his deathbed, he couldn't believe that Wang Long dared to lay a hand on him, the legitimate son of the Marquis of Zhennan...

boom!

His body crashed to the ground.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Wang Long stood up, looked at Zhao Lingyun's corpse, and let out a long breath.

Wang Long's hands were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from excitement!

He turned around, walked to Qin Minglan, and squatted down.

"Young Miss is alright now, this old servant will escort you home."

Qin Minglan looked at him, tears streaming down her face.

"You...you killed Zhao Lingyun...Zhao Pojun won't let you get away with this...you old bastard, you'd better run now..."

Wang Long smiled and reached out to wipe away her tears.

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

Qin Minglan bit her lip, then threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest.

"Promise me... you won't die..."

"Very well, this old servant agrees to your request, young lady."

Wang Long held her close, his gaze sweeping over the corpse on the ground.

Zhao Lingyun is dead.

His five servants also died.

Although this place is remote, the body will be discovered sooner or later.

It must be cleaned thoroughly.

Wang Long released Qin Minglan, stood up, and began to dispose of the body.

He dragged the corpses of Zhao Lingyun and five servants together, and searched Zhao Lingyun's body and found a storage ring containing a lot of gold, silver and pills, as well as some other miscellaneous items.

Wang Long didn't have time to examine it closely. He put away the storage ring and then searched Zhao Lingyun's body for a fire tumbler.

He walked to the pile of corpses, lit a tinderbox, and threw it on top.

Flames shot into the air, engulfing the corpses.

The air was filled with the smell of burning.

Qin Minglan leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the burning flames, her almond-shaped eyes filled with complex emotions.

Zhao Lingyun is dead.

The heir of the Zhennan Marquis's mansion has died.

He died at the hands of an old stable boy.

If this gets out, the entire capital of Kyoto will be shaken.

Wang Long stood by the fire, watching the flames gradually die down and the corpse turn to ashes.

He took out a flask of wine from his storage ring, poured it onto the ashes, and completely wiped away the remaining traces.

He turned the ground over with soil again to make sure there were no traces before turning around and giving Qin Minglan a faint smile.

He then walked over to Ta Xue and observed her carefully.

Ta Xue lay on the ground, her left foreleg bent at an odd angle, clearly broken.

It saw Wang Long and let out a low, mournful cry, its eyes filled with pain.

Wang Long squatted down and took out a pill from his pocket.

That was a fourth-grade healing pill bestowed by the emperor, which he had never been willing to take.

Without hesitation, Wang Long stuffed the pill into Ta Xue's mouth.

"Eat this, and your leg will be fine."

The pill melted instantly upon entering her mouth, and a warm medicinal power spread throughout Ta Xue's body.

Ta Xue's body trembled slightly, her broken bones began to heal, and her torn muscles began to regenerate.

A moment later, it struggled to its feet, and its left foreleg had fully recovered.

Ta Xue nuzzled Wang Long's hand with her head and snorted, as if to thank him.

Wang Long patted its head, turned around and walked to Qin Minglan, then bent down and picked her up.

Qin Minglan leaned against him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his chest.

Her body was still trembling slightly, her body was getting increasingly hot, and her breathing was rapid.

Wang Long's body temperature, penetrating through the thin clothes, reached Qin Minglan, making her feel at ease.

"Old man..."

"Um?"

"I...I feel so bad..."

Qin Minglan's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and she kept moaning.

"Young Miss, hang in there a little longer, we're going home!"

Wang Long helped Qin Minglan onto the horse, then mounted himself, sat behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and held the reins.

Qin Minglan leaned against him and closed her eyes.

"Old man..."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Wang Long smiled and spurred his horse.

"drive!"

With a long neigh, Ta Xue stomped its hooves and transformed into a streak of azure light, speeding towards the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.

As dusk settled, the last vestiges of crimson on the horizon gradually disappeared.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed along the official road, gradually fading into the distance.

Wang Long held Qin Minglan in his arms, feeling the warmth of her body and her heartbeat, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside him.

Today, he killed the heir of the Zhennan Marquis's mansion.

He knew this matter wouldn't just end there.

Zhao Pojun will eventually find out about him.

But he doesn't regret it.

Whoever harms Qin Minglan must die.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, it would be the same!

They ran swiftly through the snow, crossing the official road, passing through the city gate, and traversing the long street.

The gates of the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion are getting closer and closer.

The servants at the gate saw Ta Xue return and hurriedly came to greet her.

"Master Wang, Miss, you're finally back! Madam was so worried..."

Wang Long ignored him, dismounted, and lifted Qin Minglan off the horse.

Qin Minglan leaned against him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing rapid.

The lingering urges within me are still taking effect, and waves of heat are rising up.

She bit her lip, trying to stay awake.

Wang Long sensed her unusual behavior and looked anxious.

"Young Miss, you..."

"Quickly... quickly take me back to my room..."

Qin Minglan's voice was barely audible, tinged with obvious shyness.

Without hesitation, Wang Long carried her through the mansion gate, past the screen wall, through the hanging flower gate, and ran all the way to Qin Minglan's courtyard.

The maids and servants they encountered on the road were all stunned when they saw Wang Long carrying the young lady.

"Uncle Wang? What's wrong with Miss?"

"Are you injured? Should we call the royal physician?"

"Don't follow!"

Wang Long didn't turn around, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"The young lady is alright, you can all go back to what you were doing!"

The group exchanged bewildered glances, no longer daring to follow.

Wang Long carried Qin Minglan into her courtyard, kicked open the door, and placed her on the bed.

Qin Minglan lay on the bed, her black hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her almond-shaped eyes misty with tears.

Her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Old man..."

Her voice was hoarse, trembling uncontrollably.

"Help……"