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

The moonlight outside the window was like water.

Wang Long sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the surging spiritual energy within his body, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

The third-grade Bone Tempering Realm is a goal that many martial artists can never reach in their entire lives.

He clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a crisp cracking sound, a unique toughness that comes from tempering bones.

Overnight, he went from the late stage of the second rank to the early stage of the third rank.

This speed is unmatched in the entire Great Qian Dynasty!

Wang Long raised his head and looked at Luo Hanyi standing by the window.

The moonlight outlined her slender figure; her black clothes were as dark as ink, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Madam."

Wang Long's voice was a little hoarse, filled with sincere gratitude.

If Luo Hanyi hadn't given him this extra help, it would have taken him an unknown amount of time to advance to the Bone Tempering Realm!

"This old servant doesn't know how to thank you enough!"

Luo Hanyi did not turn around, her voice still cold and clear.

"The stronger you are, the more advantageous it is for me."

She paused, a hint of weariness in her voice.

"No need to thank me."

Luo Hanyi turned around.

The moonlight shone on her face, and a faint smile appeared on her aloof and ethereal features.

Although the smile was fleeting, Wang Long still saw it.

"Are you confident if we face Tetsuhiro tomorrow?"

Luo Hanyi walked to the bedside and looked down at him.

Wang Long looked up at Luo Hanyi, his tone confident.

"If it were before, this old servant would only have a 30% chance of success."

"And now?"

"Sixty percent."

Wang Long was full of confidence.

He still has the "Heart-Protecting Mirror" bestowed upon him by Luo Hanyi to protect his life, so he can definitely take a gamble!

"Sixty percent is still too much of a stretch."

Luo Hanyi stared at him for a long time, then slowly shook her head.

She knew Wang Long was definitely going to fight, so she had to help him increase his chances of winning.

After thinking for a moment, she finally came up with a solution. She brought her face close to Wang Long's and said softly.

"Shall we cultivate a little longer?"

"No...no need, Madam."

Wang Long clutched his waist and practiced refusing.

It's been happening far too frequently lately. Even with the help of spiritual techniques, I still have to restrain myself.

Continuing like this won't lead to much progress.

Luo Hanyi didn't say anything more, but simply reached out and gently placed her hand on Wang Long's shoulder.

A warm surge of spiritual energy flowed from her palm, seeping into Wang Long's body and helping him stabilize his newly broken-through realm.

Wang Long closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.

Luo Hanyi's spiritual power was profound and pure, carrying a hint of coolness, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, flowing slowly through his body.

Wherever it passed, the meridians became more resilient, and the spiritual energy became more condensed.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Hanyi slowly withdrew her hand.

"That's about it."

He turned around and walked towards the door.

"It's time to go back."

Wang Long couldn't react as Luo Hanyi, carrying Qi, silently moved through the surrounding courtyards.

The night wind howled past my ears.

Wang Long was held in her arms, feeling the softness of her chest and the faint fragrance emanating from her body.

An old stable boy in his sixties was being carried around by the princess, the mistress of the Marquis's mansion.

If I told anyone, who would believe me?

Being held like this made Wang Long both shy and excited.

Time flew by, and Luo Hanyi gently landed at the door of Wang Long's room, throwing him to the ground.

"Go inside and get some rest!"

Her voice returned to its usual cool and aloof tone, as if nothing had happened.

Wang Long quickly steadied himself, looked at Luo Hanyi, and grinned.

"Madam, you should also get some rest."

Luo Hanyi did not respond, and turned to disappear into the night.

Wang Long felt a surge of joy as he watched Luo Hanyi's figure disappear before pushing open the door and entering the room.

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

"Sixty-eight years."

He muttered to himself, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Now, I'm finally living like a human being again."

When Luo Hanyi returned to her residence, Qin Minglan was lying on her bed, asleep fully clothed.

The blanket only covered his waist, one leg was sticking out, and he hadn't even taken off his boots. He was just lying there sprawled out, completely lacking any semblance of decorum.

Luo Hanyi walked to the bedside, looked at Qin Minglan's sleeping face, and shook her head helplessly.

This girl has been like this since she was little; she never sleeps still.

She bent down, helped Qin Minglan take off her boots, tucked her legs into the blanket, and then covered her with the blanket.

Just as she straightened up, Qin Minglan suddenly rolled over, muttering to herself.

"Old man... watch yourself... don't try to take advantage of me again..."

Luo Hanyi's hand froze in mid-air, stunned for a moment.

She looked at Qin Minglan's sleeping face and her brows furrowed slightly.

This girl, she's even dreaming about that old man?

She withdrew her hand, stood by the bed, and remained silent for a long time.

Luo Hanyi reached out and gently brushed Qin Minglan's forehead, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.

"Minglan..."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only she could hear it.

"Your sister-in-law won't let anyone hurt you."

She withdrew her hand, turned around and walked to the window, looking up at the night sky.

The moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars twinkle in the sky.

A night breeze blew by, carrying the coolness of early autumn, and ruffled her long hair.

Luo Hanyi leaned against the window frame, arms crossed, gazing at the vast starry sky with a deep and complex expression.

She's been so tired these past few years.

There are other honors and rewards.

Zhao Pojun is the most formidable enemy.

His presence was like a mountain pressing down on Luo Hanyi, making it hard for her to breathe.

He was at the peak of the seventh rank, wielding considerable military power and having numerous cronies in the court.

Over the years, he had coveted Luo Hanyi and everything in the Marquis's mansion.

The Qin clan is eyeing them covetously.

The Marquis of Zhenbei's descendants either have only one daughter, or they adopt a boy from the Qin clan.

Either you will be stripped of your title.

The Qin clan had always wanted to adopt a son to inherit the title of Marquis of Zhenbei.

He made the suggestion repeatedly, but Luo Hanyi rejected it without hesitation each time!

The reasons are not complicated.

When Zhenbei Hou was young, the Qin clan expelled him and his mother from the clan.

His current status is something he earned through his own hard work and has nothing to do with this so-called clan.

Luo Hanyi will always protect them and prevent these bloodsucking creatures from getting their hands on them!

This decade has seen the rise of new nobles and the decline of old ones.

If it weren't for Luo Hanyi holding things together, the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion would have disappeared long ago.

She must be exhausted after so many years of perseverance.

Now she actually needs to rely on Wang Long, a mere stable boy, for help.

He is also the only one who can help Luo Hanyi share the burden in the past ten years.

The Zhenbei Marquis's mansion is now in dire straits, barely surviving in this treacherous capital.

If Zhao Pojun's pilgrimage progresses to the eighth rank of martial artist, he will become a top-tier expert in the capital and can attack the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion without any worries.

The emperor would love for the various nobles to fight amongst themselves, as this would make his rule more stable.

"We can't put all our hopes on Wang Long."

Luo Hanyi muttered to herself, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She closed her eyes, and the spiritual energy within her body circulated on its own as she began to cultivate.

Over the years, she has never slacked off for a moment.

He handled the affairs of the Marquis's mansion during the day and cultivated himself until late at night, day after day, year after year.

She knew that only by being strong enough could she protect the Marquis's mansion, protect Minglan, and protect her daughter who was still studying in another city.