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

Ye Niannu extended her slender, fair index finger and flicked it lightly in the direction of Zhao Pojun.

An invisible and intangible spiritual energy shot out from her fingertips.

Silent and still, yet carrying a terrifying aura that could change the very fabric of the world.

Zhao Pojun's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to dodge.

But his body wouldn't obey him at all, and the spiritual energy brushed past his shoulder.

puff!

Blood splattered!

Zhao Pojun's entire left arm was severed at the root, the cut was as smooth as a mirror, and you could even see the bone and tendons.

He let out a piercing scream, rolled on the ground, and gushed blood, staining the ground red.

"ah!!!"

"Oops! It's veering off course?"

Ye Niannu's expression was somewhat exaggerated.

"Let's do it one more time!"

Zhao Pojun's face was deathly pale. He struggled to pull out a pitch-black token from his pocket. It was completely black, covered with dense, eerie runes, and emitted a cold, eerie light.

He gritted his teeth in resentment and suddenly tightened his grip with his five fingers.

Click!

The token shattered, and a black mist surged out from the fragments, instantly enveloping Zhao Pojun.

The fog swirled, exuding a decaying and eerie aura.

The next moment, Zhao Pojun's figure, along with the black mist, vanished into thin air before everyone's eyes.

"They actually have a teleportation token, oh well~"

Ye Niannu waved her hand dismissively, thinking that he was just a minor character and there was no need to care.

Wang Long stared in shock at Ye Niannu before him. Such a cute little girl, yet she was so ruthless.

The crisis at the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion was resolved with ease.

Ye Niannu held Wang Long tightly, refusing to let go, and buried her face in his chest on tiptoe, like a kitten that had found its nest.

She fled her arranged marriage to this place in search of her destined one, and has been waiting for decades.

Finally, they met Wang Long.

Ye Niannu believed that with Wang Long's help, she could break through to the next level soon.

I will not let those old fogies in the Holy Palace control my life.

Her moon-white long dress trailed on the ground, covered in a little dust, but she didn't care. She simply wrapped her arms around Wang Long's waist, tightening her grip.

"My lord, I have searched for you for decades, and finally..."

Her voice was muffled, with a hint of coquetry, a stark contrast to the cold indifference she displayed just moments before when she had crippled Zhao Pojun's arm with a flick of her finger.

Wang Long stood frozen in place, his hands dangling in mid-air, unsure of where to put them.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him.

Luo Hanyi stood not far behind him, her expression still cold, but her beautiful eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Qin Minglan had just climbed up from the courtyard wall, her body still covered in dust and blood from the fight.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, she looked at Ye Niannu, then at Wang Long, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief.

Another competitor has emerged?

"My lord, are you mistaken?"

This is someone who surpasses even a Grandmaster; Wang Long was uncertain about his chances.

"How could I possibly admit my mistake?"

Ye Niannu lifted her head from his embrace, her clear, watery eyes fixed on him, her delicate face filled with seriousness.

"I have always remembered your presence. I sensed it the moment you came into this world."

Wang Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ye Niannu seemed to notice his shock, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

"I have calculated that your destiny does not lie in this realm."

"You come from a very far place. I don't know where it is, but I know that you are the one I have been waiting for."

Wang Long was stunned.

Ye Niannu actually figured out that she was a time traveler?

In other words, if he had met Ye Niannu right after he arrived in this world.

Does that mean we won't have to suffer for so many years?

Ye Niannu reached out her hand and gently touched his chest with her slender white fingers.

Qin Minglan saw Ye Niannu holding Wang Long tightly and refusing to let go.

"To the honored one!"

Qin Minglan strode over, grabbed Wang Long's arm, and pulled him towards her.

"Even though you're a royal retainer, you can't do this! This old man is... he's mine..."

She paused, her face flushed, and her voice lowered, but she remained stubborn.

"She's my master! You can't take her!"

Ye Niannu tilted her head and glanced at her, her gaze lingering on her face for a moment before looking at her hand gripping Wang Long's arm and giving a sly smile.

"Oh? You're his woman?"

Qin Minglan's face turned even redder, from her neck all the way to her ears, but she bit her lip and did not deny it. Instead, she hugged Wang Long's arm even tighter.

"So what...so what?"

Ye Niannu wasn't angry; instead, she laughed even harder.

She stepped out of Wang Long's embrace, put her hands behind her back, circled around Qin Minglan, and looked her up and down as if examining something interesting.

"Early stage of Rank 4, solid foundation, Azure Scale Spirit Vein, mastery of both wind and thunder, good aptitude."

Her tone was as if she were praising her own child, with a hint of self-righteous pride.

Qin Minglan felt uncomfortable under her gaze, but dared not retaliate.

Luo Hanyi took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and slowly stepped forward, bowing deeply to Ye Niannu.

"On behalf of the entire Zhenbei Marquis's household, I, your humble servant, kowtow to express my deepest gratitude for saving my life, Your Excellency."

Her voice was clear and bright, and her posture was dignified, fully displaying the etiquette and demeanor of the mistress of the Marquis's mansion.

Ye Niannu waved her hand and said casually.

"No need to thank me, I was just doing it on a whim."

She paused, her gaze falling on Luo Hanyi's face. She tilted her head slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

"At the early stage of the seventh rank, he has a solid foundation, outstanding appearance, and a calm temperament. Young master, you have good taste."

Luo Hanyi was slightly taken aback, unsure how to respond.

As the matriarch of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, she had been in charge of the entire mansion for more than ten years and had seen many storms, but at this moment she was somewhat at a loss.

Ye Niannu withdrew her gaze and looked at Wang Long again, gently tugging at his sleeve with her small hand.

"Wang Long, I ask you, are you willing to return to the palace with me?"

Wang Long was taken aback.

"Back...back to the palace?"

"right."

Ye Niannu nodded, her eyes sparkling.

"My Longevity Palace is equipped with a spirit-gathering array, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is more than ten times richer than that of this Marquis's residence."

"Come back with me, and I will personally guide your cultivation."

"With me here, no one in the Great Qian Kingdom dares to touch you."

Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying an innocent confidence.

Wang Long opened his mouth, but before he could answer, Qin Minglan spoke first.

"No!"

Her voice was urgent and angry as she grabbed Wang Long's arm, practically hanging on him.

"The old man can't go with you!"

Ye Niannu looked at her, her eyes showing no anger, only curiosity.

Why?

"Because...because..."

Qin Minglan stammered for a long time, her face turning bright red, before finally gritting her teeth and going all out.

"Because my sister-in-law and I arrived first! What makes you think you can overtake us?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Hanyi's face turned red.

She coughed lightly, turned her head away, and refused to look in their direction.

The usually composed and dignified mistress of the Marquis's mansion was now showing a hint of girlish shyness.

Qin Minglan's words were far too blunt.

What does "first come, first served" mean?

It's as if they have some shady relationship with Wang Long...