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

Ye Niannu seemed to sense Luo Hanyi's gaze, turned her head, and smiled at her.

"Madam Luo, you don't need to be so reserved. I am only staying temporarily and will not interfere in the affairs of the Marquis's residence."

Luo Hanyi nodded quickly.

"You're too kind, sir."

Ye Niannu withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

A large group of people arrived at Wang Long's courtyard.

Ye Niannu loosened Wang Long's sleeve, skipped and hopped into the courtyard, pushed open the door of the main house, peeked inside, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, your courtyard is more lively than the Longevity Palace."

Ye Niannu walked around the courtyard, and finally sat down on the stone bench, resting her chin on her hands and looking up at the clouds in the sky.

Wang Long stood at the courtyard gate, looking at her like this, his feelings complicated.

What exactly did this royal retainer see in him?

Just because he is some kind of "destined person"?

Just because of a divination?

Ye Niannu seemed to sense his gaze, turned her head, and smiled at him.

"My lord, what are you thinking about?"

Wang Long paused for a moment, then shook his head.

Ye Niannu kept calling him "my lord," which made him completely smitten.

"It's nothing."

"That's a lie."

Ye Niannu stood up, walked to him, and looked up at him.

"Are you wondering why I'm being so good to you?"

Wang Long was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Ye Niannu reached out and gently pressed her hand against his chest, her palm against his heart.

"Because here lies what I have been searching for all along."

Her voice was so soft that only two people could hear it.

"I don't know what it is either, but I do know that you are the one destined for me."

"I have waited for decades, and I do not wish to wait any longer."

Looking into her clear eyes, and seeing the undisguised dependence and joy in them, Wang Long's heart softened.

"My lord..."

"Call me Niannu."

Ye Niannu interrupted him, a smile playing on her lips.

"Or you can call me Nu'er."

Wang Long opened his mouth, the name rolled in his throat, but he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it.

Ye Niannu wasn't in a hurry and kissed Wang Long on the cheek.

He smiled and sat back down on the stone bench, resting his chin on his hands, and continued to watch the clouds.

"No rush, I have plenty of time."

"You'll get used to it gradually."

......

The Zhennan Marquis's Mansion, a secret underground chamber.

The black mist churned, condensed and swirled in the center of the sealed chamber, and finally exploded.

Zhao Pojun's figure tumbled out of the black mist and crashed heavily to the ground.

Zhao Pojun lay on the ground, his left arm severed at the root, blood still seeping from the wound, his face as pale as paper, looking extremely disheveled.

"Lord...Lord..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed pain and fear.

The man in black robes stood deep within the secret chamber, his back to him, and slowly turned around upon hearing this.

His eyes gleamed with a cold light as they fell upon Zhao Pojun, his brows furrowing slightly.

"How did your arm get broken?"

Zhao Pojun gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and knelt in front of the man in black robes, his forehead touching the ground.

"Yes...yes, a royal retainer..."

The man in the black robe paused slightly.

"Ye Niannu?"

"yes......"

Zhao Pojun's voice was trembling.

"I led men to the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence, intending to seize it while the Emperor was in seclusion and the Crown Prince was overseeing the country..."

"Then Ye Niannu suddenly appeared, and before I could react, she... she..."

He couldn't continue; his shoulders were trembling.

The man in black robes remained silent for a moment, then slowly walked up to Zhao Pojun and looked down at him.

Why did Ye Niannu target the Zhenbei Marquis's residence?

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty does not know..."

Zhao Pojun lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

"She seemed to know an old stable boy from the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence, calling him...someone destined for her..."

The man in the black robe frowned even more deeply.

"The destined one?"

"Yes."

Zhao Pojun nodded.

The man in black robes fell silent.

He turned and walked back into the depths of the secret chamber, his back to Zhao Pojun, his fingers inside his robe gently tapping the stone wall, once, then again.

Zhao Pojun knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

After a long while, the man in the black robe slowly spoke.

"Don't provoke the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion during this time."

The black-robed man's voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Ye Niannu is not someone you can handle right now."

Zhao Pojun gritted his teeth and nodded reluctantly.

The man in black robes gave a cold instruction.

"Practice your puppetry skills diligently. Once I break through, I will kill Ye Niannu for you."

Zhao Pojun was startled and immediately kowtowed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! I will certainly hone my puppetry skills and live up to Your Majesty's expectations!"

The man in black nodded, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhao Pojun knelt on the ground, head bowed, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

Once I master puppetry, once I obtain that ninth-grade spirit beast...

I will make sure that all of you suffer a terrible death!

He looked down at his empty left sleeve, a fierce glint in his eyes.

The Marquis of Zhenbei's residence.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was quite subtle at one point.

Qin Minglan stood at the courtyard gate, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring intently at Ye Niannu.

She was both embarrassed and annoyed, inwardly complaining.

"Ah! How can this worshipper be so shameless, kissing the old man in front of so many people!"

Her gaze fell on Ye Niannu's face, then shifted to the faint lip print on Wang Long's cheek.

Qin Minglan took a deep breath and then exhaled.

After several repetitions, the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided, but the fire in his eyes burned ever brighter.

This old man was Qin Minglan's master, the man she, Qin Minglan, first took a liking to, and the one she, Qin Minglan, slept with first.

What gives you the right to come in later?

So what if they're strong?

So what if the royal family provides for them?

On this matter, Qin Minglan cannot give in!

Qin Minglan grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of her.

Before Wang Long could react, Qin Minglan had already tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips firmly against his.

Wang Long froze.

He could feel Qin Minglan's lips were soft and warm, carrying the unique shyness and stubbornness of a young girl.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her whole body was shaking gently.

She was nervous.

But she did not back down.

Qin Minglan kissed Wang Long for a long time before reluctantly letting go.

She took a step back, her face flushed, panting heavily, and looked at Ye Niannu with her chin slightly raised, as if asserting her dominance.

Ye Niannu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

She walked up to Qin Minglan, tilted her head and looked at her with a mischievous smile in her eyes.

"Girl, are you trying to compete with me for my affections?"

"So what if it is?"

Qin Minglan stood with her hands on her hips, showing no sign of backing down.

Ye Niannu thought Qin Minglan was adorable, so she decided to tease her a bit.

Thinking of this, she turned around, walked to Wang Long, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Wang Long instinctively tried to back away, but she held him even tighter.

"Don't move."

Ye Niannu's voice was soft, yet it possessed an irresistible magic.

Wang Long stood frozen in place, unable to move.

Ye Niannu closed her eyes and pressed her red lips to his...