With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

Nangong Xiao then looked at his younger sister, Nangong Wu.

The events of the past two days feel like a dream.

His life took a dramatic turn. He had only gone to a martial arts tournament, but suddenly he became the son of the Prince of Zhenyuan, a royal bloodline, which made him feel somewhat unreal.

But I think that with Nangong Wu's abilities and intelligence, she would never make a mistake.

Time passed little by little.

Just as Li Zhan had said, they saw Li Jiang as dusk was falling.

After another fifteen minutes of flight, Bei Chenyan finally landed the helicopter.

Xin Nan and the disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect got off the plane and thanked the two.

"Thank you, Princess, and Young Master Xiao for seeing me off."

Nangong Wu nodded slightly to them, "No need to thank us. On the contrary, we have implicated your Vermilion Bird Sect. If you need any help in the future, just come to the Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion to find us."

"I will remember Your Highness's words. If I ever need anything in the future, I will definitely come to ask for your help." Xin Nan did not stand on ceremony.

The Prince of Zhenyuan's mansion is a powerful ally; he needs to cling to it tightly.

"As for Lingyangzi and the Changyang Temple, we will report to our master truthfully when we return."

My master is discerning and could distinguish right from wrong. If he knew that Ling Yangzi was such a shameless scoundrel, he would also despise such a person and join forces with other sects to condemn Changyang Temple.

"It would be best if you thought that way," Bei Chenyan said. "My Wujian Pavilion also has a branch in the capital of the Eastern Jin Kingdom. If you encounter any difficulties, you can go to them."

After he finished speaking, he gave Xin Nan an address and then gave him a token.

In the manifesto written by Nangong Wu, she launched a denunciation against Ling Yangzi and Changyang Temple in the name of Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion and his Wujian Pavilion, one representing the imperial court and the other representing the martial arts world.

The Prince of Zhenyuan's Mansion commands an army of 300,000, which gives it absolute authority; while the Wujian Pavilion is also well-known in the martial arts world.

If the forces of the martial arts world could unite as one and deal with Changyang Temple together, and everyone would condemn it, how would Ling Yangzi and his supporters maintain their foothold in the martial arts world?

"Okay." Xin Nan took the token from him.

"There are houses nearby, but it's already dark. I suggest you rest here for the night and ask for directions tomorrow," Nangong Wu said, pointing to a bag on the ground.

"There's some meat and vegetables in this bag. You can cook some for dinner tonight."

"That's wonderful! Princess, you've thought of everything for us." Xin Nan felt grateful.

It's already dark, and we're in the middle of nowhere. We can't buy food or hunt any game, so we can only cook some rice porridge and eat some dry rations to stave off hunger.

"I'm leaving now, take care." Nangong Wu nodded to him again, and then boarded the helicopter again with Bei Chenyan and Nangong Xiao.

They flew back to the Western Yan Kingdom, covering 1,500 kilometers before stopping and spending the night in the wilderness.

The next morning, Li Ke took one person out to ask around what place this was, only to find out that they had flown too far south and that to get to the capital they had to go north, which was more than a thousand miles away.

When the plane landed again, by sheer coincidence, it ended up in Taurus City.

After the death of You Zhao, the original prefect of Jinniu City, she had Li Cheng arrange for her own people to come here as prefects.

Thinking of this, Nangong Wu discussed it with Beichen Yan and decided to leave the women here for the time being.

Bei Chenyan naturally had no objections, so Nangong Wu summoned Li Zhan and asked him to take these women to see the prefect of Jinniu City so that the prefect could temporarily settle them in.

"Understood, sir." Li Zhan accepted the order and, with several Flying Feather Guards, escorted the seventy-odd women into Golden Bull City.

As for Ji Hongfei and the Changyang Temple disciple they injured, they will return to the capital with them first.

That afternoon, they finally returned to the Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion.

"We're back!" The three children ran into the palace as soon as they got off the carriage.

"Mother, let's go tell Grandfather first that Uncle has been found!"

Nangong Wu smiled and shook her head, ignoring them.

She said to Nangong Xiao, "Brother, we're home."

Upon hearing the word "home," Nangong Xiao felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He looked at the magnificent and imposing princely mansion before him. Above the main gate hung a huge plaque with gold characters on a black background. The four characters "Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion" shone brightly in the sunlight, highlighting the distinguished status of the mansion's owner.

So this is his home.

"Let's go see Father first." Nangong Wu stepped up the stairs.

Now that her brother has been found and her father has someone to keep him company, she can go out and build her own kingdom.

"Princess, Young Master Xiao, you're back!" The guards at the gate bowed to them.

"Mm." Nangong Wu nodded slightly. "One of you go and find Butler Fang and ask him to prepare a family feast tonight so that everyone can have a good meal."

Upon hearing that there would be a feast, the guards happily responded in unison:

"yes!"

The three of them entered the Prince's Mansion and went directly to the Jade Courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard the three children chattering excitedly to Huo Jing, saying, "Mommy has found Uncle!"

Huo Jing still couldn't understand who the children were talking about, because the children had too many uncles and aunts, and he didn't know which one they were referring to.

"Father, we're back!"

Nangong Wu and the other two entered the room.

"You're back!" Huo Jing looked up at them. "The martial arts tournament only started today, right? Why are you back so soon? Didn't you participate?"

Nangong Wu, however, answered irrelevantly, "Father, look who I brought back!"

"It's Uncle!" Nangong Xi got off Huo Jing's lap, ran over and took Nangong Xiao's hand. "Grandfather, this is the uncle."

Huo Jing then noticed Nangong Xiao. When he saw his face, which bore a resemblance to Nangong Wu's, he suddenly stood up from the small couch. "You are...?"

Nangong Xiao walked a few steps to him, bent his knees and knelt down, "Father..."

"He is..." Huo Jing looked at him with doubt, then looked at Nangong Wu uncertainly.

"Father, it's my brother Nangong Xiao! I've found him!" Nangong Wu smiled and nodded at him.

"Xiao'er, it's you, Xiao'er!" Huo Jing was first shocked, then overjoyed. "You really are my son."

"It's me." Nangong Xiao nodded to him. "Father, it's your unfilial son's fault..." He had never shed a tear before, but he cried for the first time.

"My Xiao'er." Huo Jing pulled him up, looking at his face, tears streaming down his cheeks, "We've finally found you, your mother..."

"I already know about Mother's situation! It's all because your son is useless..." Nangong Xiao's voice choked with sobs.

If he had suspected his origins sooner, found out the truth, or forced that old man to reveal his background and returned home sooner, perhaps he could have gone to the battlefield in place of his mother.

"You were only a month old then, what could you do? It's all my fault for not protecting you properly. Fortunately, God blessed you and brought you back safely." Huo Jing hugged his son tightly.