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

Zhao Lingyun carefully put away the paper package, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"It's nothing, just a little bit of tender affection."

He walked slowly toward Qin Minglan, his voice flippant.

"No woman who has been poisoned by this 'tender affection powder' can escape it."

"Become my woman obediently, and from now on, the Zhennan Marquis's Mansion and the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion will be one family."

"I will personally speak with Madam Luo and the Crown Prince."

Qin Minglan gritted her teeth, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger and humiliation.

She felt an unusual heat rising within her body, spreading from her dantian to her limbs, burning her with fever and making her mouth and tongue dry.

The heat grew stronger and stronger, her consciousness began to blur, and the scene before her eyes became hazy.

"You...shameless..."

Her voice was hoarse and broken; she didn't even have the strength to curse.

Zhao Lingyun walked up to her, reached out, and wanted to touch her face.

"Miss Qin, stop struggling and just give in to me."

Qin Minglan bit her tongue hard, and the sharp pain brought her back to her senses.

With her last bit of strength, she squeezed the horse's belly.

"Run through the snow!"

With a long neigh, Ta Xue stomped its hooves and transformed into a streak of blue light, rushing out of the valley!

Zhao Lingyun's expression changed, and spiritual energy erupted from his feet as he chased after the enemy like an arrow.

"Trying to run? Dream on!"

Ta Xue ran very fast, but Zhao Lingyun was even faster.

Seeing that she was about to be caught up, Qin Minglan looked back and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with despair.

Just then, Ta Xue suddenly stumbled, its front hooves buckled, and the whole horse tumbled forward!

"Bang!"

Ta Xue fell heavily to the ground, throwing Qin Minglan off balance. She rolled several times before crashing into a large tree and coming to a stop.

She struggled to get up, but found herself limp and unable to even lift her arms.

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

It struggled to stand up, but couldn't, and could only let out a low moan.

Qin Minglan looked at Ta Xue, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Ta Xue...Ta Xue, how are you...?"

Zhao Lingyun walked up to her, looked down at her, and smiled.

"Run! Why did you stop running?"

He crouched down and reached out to grab Qin Minglan's wrist.

"Miss Qin, stop struggling. Come back with me. My patience is running out!"

Qin Minglan gritted her teeth and groped on the ground with her right hand.

Her fingers touched something, cold, yet with a familiar feel.

It is the Azure Frost Sword.

Qin Minglan gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, and with her last bit of strength, she thrust it fiercely at Zhao Lingyun!

"puff--"

The Frost Sword pierced Zhao Lingyun's abdomen, and blood splattered everywhere!

Zhao Lingyun screamed and fell backward, landing on the ground.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his abdomen, his face ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...you..."

Qin Minglan gripped the sword hilt, her almond-shaped eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Zhao Lingyun, I'd rather die than let you have your way!"

Zhao Lingyun clutched his wound, his face terribly grim.

"You bitch... how dare you hurt me..."

He got up from the ground, pulled the sword out of his abdomen, and casually threw it on the ground.

The wound is bleeding, but it's not fatal.

Qin Minglan had exhausted her strength, and her sword strike had not penetrated deeply enough.

Zhao Lingyun walked up to her, raised his foot, and stepped on her wrist.

Qin Minglan screamed, tears streaming down her face, but she gritted her teeth and refused to beg for mercy.

"You wretch, I originally intended to treat you gently, but since you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences..."

Zhao Lingyun bent down and reached out to grab her collar.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Just then, a dagger suddenly appeared from Qin Minglan's sleeve, and she stabbed it towards Zhao Lingyun's vital point.

Zhao Lingyun's expression changed drastically, and he quickly dodged.

laugh!

The dagger was swift and sharp, piercing Zhao Lingyun's shoulder.

Qin Minglan bit her tongue tightly to try and clear her head.

She seized the opportunity and ran frantically forward; she didn't want to die here.

She didn't want Zhao Lingyun to succeed.

At this moment, Qin Minglan's mind was filled with Wang Long's image.

"Old man, old man..."

Tears welled up in Qin Minglan's eyes. She regretted rejecting Wang Long some time ago. She should have just given herself to that old man.

"Old man, save me..."

Wang Long rushed out of the mansion gate and headed south along the long street.

The sun had completely set, and the sky had darkened.

Shops along the street began to put up their signs, and pedestrians gradually became fewer.

Wang Long ran very fast, using his full strength as a mid-stage rank 3 stamina, with the wind whistling past his ears.

He ran while looking around, searching for that pale yellow figure.

At the end of the long street, outside the city gate, lies a wide official road.

Wang Long ran out of the city gate, stood on the official road, and looked around.

On both sides were vast farmlands and forests, and as dusk enveloped the surroundings, visibility became increasingly blurred.

"Young Miss!"

Wang Long shouted at the top of his lungs.

no respond.

Only the sound of the wind and the distant barking of dogs could be heard.

Wang Long's heart sank deeper and deeper.

He continued running south along the official road, his gaze sweeping over the woods and fields on both sides.

After running for about fifteen minutes, I suddenly heard a faint shout from ahead.

"Old man, save...save me, waah..."

The sound was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But Wang Long heard it.

It's Qin Minglan's voice!

Wang Long was jolted and rushed at full speed toward the direction from which the sound came.

The bluestone slabs underfoot were crushed and broken, leaving a series of deep footprints.

The sound was getting closer.

Wang Long rushed through a grove of trees and into a secluded alley.

The alley was dark and gloomy, with high walls on both sides and pebbles and garbage scattered on the ground.

Wang Long spotted Qin Minglan not far away at a glance.

She leaned against the wall, her clothes disheveled, her hair loose, with several red marks on her face and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Her almond-shaped eyes were red and brimming with tears, and she looked extremely disheveled.

"Young Miss!"

Wang Long rushed over instantly and grabbed Qin Minglan's shoulder.

The moment Qin Minglan looked up and saw Wang Long, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Old man..."

Her voice was hoarse and tearful as she threw herself into Wang Long's arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and began to sob.

"You've finally arrived... This young lady... This young lady thought..."

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe, and her whole body was trembling.

Wang Long held her close, feeling her body was icy cold and his heart was beating frighteningly fast.

His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

"Don't be afraid, young lady, your old servant is here."

Wang Long's voice was soft and gentle, but a fierce rage burned in his cloudy old eyes.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Qin Minglan's shoulder and looking ahead.

There, several figures were slowly walking over.

Zhao Lingyun was followed by four or five servants.

Zhao Lingyun took the medicine, and his wounds had healed.

He saw Wang Long holding Qin Minglan tightly.

Qin Minglan was still acting dependent, which instantly ignited her anger!

"Qin Minglan! You've rejected me time and again, yet you're throwing yourself into the arms of some old hag?"

Zhao Lingyun's voice was filled with anger.

"I thought you were so high and mighty, but you're just an old and ugly piece of trash."

"Damn bitch!"