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

Qin Minglan rushed down from the stands and grabbed Wang Long's arm.

"Old man, are you alright?!"

Her voice was filled with obvious anxiety, and her almond-shaped eyes scanned his wounds from head to toe.

Wang Long grinned.

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

"You're talking nonsense!"

Qin Minglan glared at him.

"With so many wounds on your body, you still say you're fine? What are you trying to prove? If you can't win, just admit defeat! Who told you to keep pushing yourself?!"

Looking at her angry and anxious expression, Wang Long felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

This girl may seem fierce, but she's genuinely worried about him.

"Young Miss is right, this old servant will definitely pay attention next time."

"There's going to be a next time?!"

Qin Minglan gritted her teeth and said fiercely.

"If you die, who will I learn swordsmanship from?"

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry, Miss, this old servant can't bear to die. This old servant is waiting to be with you after the competition..."

Qin Minglan blushed instantly upon hearing this. This old man, with such a serious injury on his hand, was still teasing her.

What a despicable guy!

Qin Minglan gently pinched Wang Long's waist, and Wang Long winced in pain.

"This old servant knows he was wrong..."

Upon seeing this, Qin Minglan's face immediately lit up with joy.

Upon seeing the injuries on Wang Long's body, his smile vanished instantly.

She gently helped Wang Long down from the ring.

Wang Long's shoulders, arms, and back were covered in wounds, from which blood continuously seeped, staining his tattered clothes bright red.

The knife was slanted into his left shoulder, its blade deeply embedded in his flesh, with only the hilt protruding.

Blood trickled down his arm, dripping onto the ground as red dots.

"Sit down quickly, this knife needs to be pulled out fast, otherwise..."

Qin Minglan helped Wang Long to the stands and sat him down in her seat.

His tone was full of anxiety.

Seeing Wang Long like this, Luo Hanyi silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Although seriously injured, he is still alive, and Wang Long won.

It brought honor to the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion!

"Madam!"

Wang Long bowed respectfully to Luo Hanyi.

"No need for formalities, let's heal our wounds first."

Wang Long wondered if it was just his imagination, but Luo Hanyi's voice didn't have its usual coldness.

"Minglan, don't be nervous."

Luo Hanyi gave instructions to Qin Minglan, who was somewhat at a loss.

"Sister-in-law, I know!"

Qin Minglan's eyes were filled with Wang Long's wounds. She looked at the knife, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Young Miss, it doesn't hurt, please pull it out."

Wang Long encouraged Qin Minglan, saying that this little bit of pain was nothing.

Throughout his decades of raising horses, he was frequently injured and suffered countless hardships.

Now that I have such a beautiful woman like Qin Minglan to worry about, I'm extremely happy!

"Then bear with it, it'll hurt a little!"

Qin Minglan gritted her teeth, gripped the knife hilt with one hand, placed the other hand on Wang Long's shoulder, and pulled it out sharply!

"puff--"

The dagger was pulled out, and a spurt of blood gushed out.

Wang Long grunted, veins bulging on his forehead, but he stubbornly refused to utter a sound.

Seeing the gushing blood, Qin Minglan hurriedly dropped the knife and covered his wound with both hands.

"You...you old codger, all you do is show off..."

As she spoke, she pulled out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom; it was a healing medicine she always carried with her.

"Open your mouth!"

Qin Minglan poured out a pill and stuffed it directly into Wang Long's mouth.

The pill melted instantly in the mouth, and a warm medicinal power flowed down the throat and into the limbs and bones, gradually stopping the bleeding from the wound.

"This is...Young Miss, this is a Grade Three Rejuvenation Pill, it's extremely valuable—"

"If you utter another word, I'll stab your other arm with a knife too!"

Qin Minglan glared at him, clearly showing concern but deliberately putting on a fierce act.

Looking at her like this, Wang Long couldn't help but laugh. As he laughed, his nose started to sting.

This girl may be fierce on the outside, but she's softer than anyone else at heart.

Qin Minglan took out strips of white cloth from her storage ring and wrapped them around Wang Long's wounds many times.

From a distance, it looks exactly like a mummy, which is rather comical.

Luo Hanyi sat to the side, looking at Wang Long's appearance, then at Qin Minglan's blood-stained hands, her expression complicated, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"Wang Long".

"This old servant is here."

Wang Long quickly sat up straight and looked at Luo Hanyi respectfully.

Luo Hanyi looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"You've done a great job getting this far."

"The results are better than those of the previous Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion in the competition."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

"If I encounter Tie Xiong... I'll just admit defeat."

Wang Long was taken aback.

"Madam—"

"This is my order."

Luo Hanyi interrupted him, her gaze cold and aloof.

"You have already brought honor to the Marquis's family. Even if you admit defeat now, the Emperor will still reward you handsomely."

"There's no need to risk your life. The Marquis's mansion still needs you!"

Luo Hanyi didn't make her point too clear.

Wang Long opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then he saw a fleeting look of worry in Luo Hanyi's eyes.

He knew that in Luo Hanyi's eyes he was just a tool to become stronger, so Luo Hanyi couldn't bear to let him die!

Don't misunderstand that the other person is genuinely worried about you.

Wang Long swallowed back the words he was about to say and nodded respectfully.

"This old servant understands."

Qin Minglan stood aside, listening to their conversation, biting her lip and remaining silent.

She knew her sister-in-law was right.

Tie Xiong is at the late stage of the third rank, while Wang Long is at the late stage of the second rank; the difference in their cultivation levels is obvious.

A direct confrontation would be a near-certain death!

After giving her instructions, Luo Hanyi turned her gaze back to the arena competition, watching the other servants battle it out.

Qin Minglan squatted down next to Wang Long, hugging her knees with both hands, and tilted her head to look at him.

"Old man, does it still hurt?"

Her voice softened, no longer as fierce as usual, and carried a rare gentleness.

Wang Long shook his head.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you for your concern, Miss!"

"That's a lie."

Qin Minglan pursed her lips.

"Your face turned pale when you were applying the medicine, and you still say it doesn't hurt?"

Wang Long smiled but didn't reply.

Qin Minglan stared at him for a long time, then suddenly bit her lip, as if she had made a decision.

She stood up, walked slowly behind Wang Long, plopped down on the steps, and patted her thigh.

"Come, lie down. I'll allow you to rest and recuperate."

Wang Long was taken aback. Qin Minglan's lap pillow?

What so many men dream of, he actually offered to provide it to me willingly.

Wang Long began to doubt if he was dreaming!

"Young Miss, this—"

Wang Long hesitated. Wasn't this a bit inappropriate?

"Just lie down when I tell you to. Why are you asking so many questions?"

Qin Minglan glared at him, but her ears turned red.

"You're injured, sitting isn't comfortable. Lie down... lie on my lap, you'll feel more comfortable."

Wang Long looked at her flushed face, seeing her shy yet trying to appear calm.

This girl really cares about him.

I'm so happy!

"Then this old servant will respectfully comply."

Wang Long grinned, no longer holding back, and went to Qin Minglan's side, resting his head on Qin Minglan's lap.

So soft!