Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Sikong Lie and Fu Yuan were startled by this sudden outburst.

They looked at each other, bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

But soon, their respective confidants rushed in and whispered reports in their ears.

After hearing the report, both Sikong Lie and Fu Yuan showed subtle expressions.

Sikong Lie clicked his tongue softly, picked up his teacup, and concealed the faint smile on his lips.

Fu Yuan remained expressionless, but the fingers holding the wine glass relaxed slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

The Supreme Government has just issued a formal order—

Li Mo, the provincial governor, is hereby dismissed from all his posts!

Furthermore, Li Mo was handed over to the Supreme Star Court for formal trial!

The charges include: abuse of power, harboring criminals, acting as a protector of organized crime, threatening and attempting to harm others... and so on!

This is not over yet.

The network of relationships that Li Mo had painstakingly built up over the years in Nanzhao Province.

All the officials he had won over, bribed, and placed in various departments were thoroughly investigated!

Leave no one alive!

What does this message mean?

This means Li Mo is completely finished.

This means that the Long family's long-standing influence in Nanzhao Province has been completely uprooted!

To know.

Although Nanshao Province is not the richest province in Daxia, it is an important region with a large population and abundant resources.

How many hidden agents did the Long family plant there?

How much effort was put in?

How many resources were invested?

Now, it's all gone.

Sikong Lie gently shook his head, sighing inwardly:

The Wang family's counterattack came swiftly and ruthlessly.

Moreover, it was incredibly precise—it avoided the Sikong family and the Fu family, targeting only the Long family.

Because the Long family was the mastermind behind this scheme, and because the Long family's weakness was the most obvious—Li Mo was the biggest weakness.

Sikong Lie glanced at Long Xiaotian.

Long Xiaotian stood there, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes almost spitting fire.

Sikong Lie withdrew his gaze, but couldn't help feeling a little schadenfreude.

Although the three parties are currently in a temporary alliance, it is only driven by self-interest.

When interests align, it's possible to join forces.

When there's a conflict of interest, you should still watch the show and laugh.

The loss was suffered by the Long family, not the Sikong family.

Good.

Fu Yuan continued drinking in silence, his face expressionless.

But his hand was no longer gripping the wine glass tightly.

Inside the private room, only Long Xiaotian's heavy breathing and the cold light reflected from the broken pieces on the ground could be heard.

……

Dawn Orphanage.

This old building, located in the western part of Xingquan City, has a history of more than 30 years.

The gray walls were somewhat mottled, the iron gate was rusted, and the branches of the old locust tree in the yard stretched out over the wall, swaying gently in the breeze.

But today, this place is completely different from what it used to be.

At the main entrance, a long, bright red banner was hung high, with large gold characters reading:

Welcome home, Wang Xian!

Dean Zhong Weiguo stood at the very front.

He was over fifty years old, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face, wearing a faded but clean Zhongshan suit.

His expression was calm, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of expectation and emotion that he could not hide.

Behind him stood several staff members from the orphanage.

There was Aunt Li who was in charge of cooking, Uncle Zhang who was in charge of logistics, and a few younger caregivers.

Their faces showed a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and disbelief.

"Oh my god, it really is Xiaoxian coming back..."

"I still can't believe that Xiao Xian is... the Marshal's grandson?"

"That's right, his news has been all over the TV these past few days! I watched that press conference too, Xiaoxian spoke so well, I even cried."

"Who would have thought that such a remarkable person would emerge from our humble little orphanage..."

They whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Wang Xian.

This name has spread throughout the country in the past few days.

He was a former provincial top scorer who was kidnapped and stripped of his talent.

He is the orphan of Major General Wang Quan and the grandson of Marshal Wang Junba.

He is the young hero who, at the press conference, was willing to sacrifice his own future to completely destroy the talent transplant technology and protect millions of ordinary families.

And now, this young man who has stirred up the entire Great Xia Dynasty is about to return to the place where he grew up.

Aunt Li couldn't help but wipe her eyes: "That child, Xiaoxian, suffered so much when she was little... Now finally... finally..."

She couldn't speak.

Zhong Weiguo turned around, glanced at her, and said softly:

"Don't cry, it's a happy thing that the child is back."

He paused, his gaze passing over the mottled courtyard wall to look into the distance, and murmured softly:

"But Little Fairy... has indeed suffered outside..."

Others only see Wang Xian's current glory, only see him standing under the spotlight receiving cheers from the crowd.

But what Zhong Weiguo remembers is that thin boy, dressed in tattered clothes, who always stood up straight.

He remembered that when Wang Xian was twelve years old, she stood in front of him and, in a childish but firm voice, proposed the "deal" that had left him speechless for a long time.

"Director Zhong, I'm willing to leave the orphanage early. I can support myself. As long as... as long as you can continue to take care of Qin Chong for two more years after he turns 14."

"Let him leave after he turns sixteen."

At that moment, looking at the thin child in front of him, he felt a surge of complex emotions that were hard to describe.

He agreed to the "deal".

Not only did they agree, they also promised to let Qin Chong stay in the orphanage until he turned eighteen.

From then on, Wang Xian began living alone.

He delivers newspapers in the morning, cleans the martial arts gym in the afternoon, and works the night shift at the convenience store in the evening.

He lived like an adult, giving it his all.

All of this was for his brother, who was just as helpless as he was, but who needed protection even more.

Zhong Weiguo sighed softly.

Just then.

A low, rumbling sound came from the sky.

Everyone looked up.

A sleek, silver-gray aircraft was seen flying rapidly from a distance.

Its appearance is exquisite and grand, with the engine nozzles emitting a faint blue halo, making it clear at a glance that it is a top-of-the-line luxury aircraft.

The aircraft descended slowly and landed steadily on the open ground in front of the orphanage.

The hatch opened.

A boy walked out from inside.

He was dressed in casual dark clothes, with a straight posture and a handsome face.

Sunlight shone on his face, illuminating a pair of calm and deep eyes.

Wang Xian.

Aunt Li was the first to break down, and tears streamed down her face.

Uncle Zhang's eyes also reddened.

Several young staff members clapped enthusiastically, too excited to speak.

Looking at the familiar faces at the door, Wang Xian felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Zhong Weiguo.

"Dean Chung, I'm back."

Zhong Weiguo looked at him, his lips trembling slightly.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, finally condensed into the simplest yet most profound sentence:

Welcome home.

……