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

"Your Highness, are you alright?!"

Wang Long ran to Murong Qing, shielded her behind him, and looked down at her.

Murong Qing's arm was bleeding, she had a wound on her shoulder, her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless.

Her eyes were still bright as she looked at Wang Long, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, and a hint of indescribable emotion.

Murong Qing shook her head, forcing a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Not too late...just right..."

Taking advantage of the brief pause in their conversation, the one-armed assassin turned and ran!

Wang Longtou didn't turn around, he just raised his hand and pointed.

The nine swords suspended in the air moved simultaneously, like a flock of birds hunting their prey, instantly catching up with the assassin and piercing his body from all directions.

puff!puff!puff!

Nine swords pierced through, and the assassin's body fell to the ground, his blood staining the ground red, his eyes wide open in death.

Then, Wang Long had a thought.

The nine swords flew back and circled around Wang Long, their blades spotless and pristine, untouched by blood.

Murong Qing leaned against the corner of the wall, panting heavily, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, her heart filled with astonishment.

"That old man is amazing!"

If she were ambushed alone, she would definitely die!

After dealing with the assassins, Wang Long felt a pang of sympathy looking at Murong Qing, who was covered in wounds.

"Your Highness, let me see your injury."

Murong Qing leaned against the wall, a faint smile appearing on her pale face, and waved her hand.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm fine."

As she spoke, she took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, casually poured out a pill, and put it into her mouth.

Wang Long's gaze fell on the pill, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The pill was entirely emerald green, with faint golden patterns flowing across its surface, and its medicinal fragrance was so strong that it almost solidified into a tangible substance.

Sixth-grade healing pill.

It was two grades higher than the fourth-grade healing pill bestowed by the emperor.

There are no more than five alchemists in the entire Great Qian Dynasty who can refine sixth-grade pills. Each one is priceless and has no market value.

Many ordinary martial artists have never even seen it in their entire lives, let alone tasted it.

After taking the pill, Murong Qing's pale complexion returned to a rosy hue at a visible speed, and the wound on her arm also healed rapidly, the bleeding stopped, and the newly formed skin was as smooth as ever.

Although she had taken the elixir, Murong Qing had lost too much blood and her body was still somewhat weak.

She tried to stand up by supporting herself against the wall, but her knees buckled and she collapsed back to the ground.

Wang Long reacted quickly and grabbed her arm.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Murong Qing leaned on his arm, took a couple of deep breaths, looked up at him with a slightly flushed face, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

"Uncle... my legs are a little weak, could you... help me into the car?"

She would never normally say such a thing, but now she truly had no strength left.

Wang Long's heart softened, and he did not hesitate.

"I apologize for my rudeness."

He bent down, put one arm around Murong Qing's back and the other hand under her knees, and steadily lifted her up horizontally.

Murong Qing's body was light and soft, and she exuded a faint fragrance that was refreshing and pleasant.

She nestled close to Wang Long's chest, her arms unconsciously wrapping around his neck.

Murong Qing felt the warmth of his chest, and the steady, powerful heartbeat made her feel inexplicably at ease.

Her face turned even redder, the redness spreading from her neck to her ears, and even the corners of her eyes were tinged with a blush.

Wang Long didn't notice any of this. He carried Murong Qing and strode towards the carriage, his steps steady and deliberate, as if afraid of jostling her.

Murong Qing felt her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

This was the first time she had been held like this by a man.

She didn't know how to describe the feeling.

I just felt that Wang Long's embrace was warm and made me feel safe.

Murong Qing closed her eyes, buried her face deeper into his chest, and unconsciously curled up the corners of her mouth.

Wang Long lifted her into the carriage, gently placed her on the seat, and carefully straightened her skirt and tucked in the edges of the blanket. Only after confirming that she was comfortable did he lower the curtain and sit on the edge of the carriage.

"Your Highness, hold on tight!"

Wang Long gave a brief instruction and pulled on the reins.

"drive!"

The carriage restarted and headed along the long street towards the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.

The night was deep and the long street was deserted. The wheels of cars made a dull sound as they rolled over the stone slabs, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Wang Long sat on the carriage shaft, one hand holding the reins and the other on the hilt of the Tiangang Sword, still not letting his guard down.

Thoughts churned in my mind.

Today, the two groups of assassins ambushed him and Murong Qing.

The eight fourth-rank martial artists who ambushed him were ruthless and deadly, clearly targeting him.

The three assassins who ambushed Murong Qing, although also fourth-rank, were clearly more hesitant in their attack, aiming to capture her alive rather than kill her.

Who wants to kill him?

Apart from Marquis Zhao Pojun of Zhennan, he had no other enemies.

Who wants to capture Murong Qing?

He didn't know.

Wang Long thought about it more and more and felt that the situation was complicated.

The waters of this imperial city were far deeper than he had imagined.

People are crazy to dare to touch a princess who never participates in the struggle for the throne and has no political ambitions.

Murong Qing was the emperor's most beloved daughter. To harm her was tantamount to slapping the emperor in the face. This was clearly an attempt to muddy the waters and force the emperor to lose his temper.

Although the emperor was very powerful, he had many concerns.

Wang Long took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent thoughts.

Regardless, the first priority is to get Murong Qing safely to the Marquis's residence.

We'll discuss the rest with Luo Hanyi.

The carriage arrived safely at the gate of the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.

The servants at the gate saw the carriage and hurried to greet it.

"Grandpa Wang is back!"

Wang Long nodded in acknowledgment, got out of the car, lifted the curtain, and gently carried Murong Qing out of the car.

When the servants saw Murong Qing in Wang Long's arms, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"My mother is here. This old man Wang is really amazing. He even dares to hug a princess."

Murong Qing leaned against him, her breathing steady and even, a faint blush still lingering on her face.

A faint smile played on her lips as she slept soundly.

Wang Long carried her and strode into the Marquis's residence.

Pass through the screen wall and walk through the hanging flower gate.

Qin Minglan was standing in the courtyard, hands on her hips, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, clearly waiting for him to return.

She froze when she saw Wang Long carrying Murong Qing in.

"Your Highness? What brings you here?"

Qin Minglan's gaze swept back and forth between Wang Long and Murong Qing. When she saw Murong Qing with her arms wrapped around Wang Long's neck, her face buried in his chest, looking like she was sleeping peacefully, a hint of sadness flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Old man, you..."

"We just encountered an assassination attempt, young lady. I'll explain later."

Wang Long interrupted her, speaking in a deep voice.

"Her Highness the Princess has been injured and lost too much blood; she has fallen into a deep sleep."

Qin Minglan's expression changed instantly.

She strode over, her gaze falling on Wang Long. She looked him up and down, making sure he was unharmed except for his slightly disheveled clothes, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Old man, are you alright?"

Her voice was filled with undisguised concern, and the sourness had long been dispelled by worry.

Wang Long shook his head.

"Don't worry, young lady, I'm fine."

"That's good."

Qin Minglan wanted to say something more.

Murong Qing slowly woke up and saw that Wang Long was still holding her, while Qin Minglan was standing in a group.

She was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.