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

Just as they arrived at the study, Fang Jianxian and Qi Ziyang hurriedly arrived as well!

"Your Highness!"

Bei Chenyan turned around and saw it was him. He frowned slightly. "Why are you in the palace at this time?"

It was completely dark outside.

"There's been a major disturbance in the four military camps outside the city. How could I not come?" Qi Ziyang took out several letters from his robes and handed them to him.

"This is a secret letter sent from the four major military camps. Take a look."

Zhang Qing's expression changed. "Your Highness..."

Bei Chenyan didn't speak, but opened the several secret letters to read them first.

With each letter he finished reading, his expression grew increasingly grim, until finally, holding a list, his face darkened.

"Your Highness, judging from these secret letters, there are not only people from the Wan family and people planted by Prince Jing in the military camp outside the city, but Prince Jing has also become an ally of the Wan family." Qi Ziyang said angrily.

Despite their long investigation, they still haven't been able to find all the members of the Wan family.

"The roots of every family are everywhere," Zhang Qing said.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?" Qi Ziyang asked.

"Bei Chenzhan may not have left his fiefdom at all." Bei Chenyan suddenly clenched the list in his hand.

"Prince Jing has been plotting for so many years, and you were sent to your fiefdom by His Majesty as soon as you returned. Naturally, you are unwilling to accept this," Qi Ziyang said.

"The Prince of Jing's power is second only to the Wan family, and he has explosives. If they join forces, we'll be in a very passive position," Zhang Qing worried.

With Nangong Wu around, they weren't afraid, but if these people were to raise an army, there would be rivers of blood, and most of the dead would be innocent ordinary soldiers.

"He thought that the Emperor was terminally ill and didn't have much time left, so he planned to make his move during the national mourning period after the Emperor's death." Bei Chenyan saw through Prince Jing's thoughts.

He took out a map, unfolded it, and spread it on a table. "Our men should remain still for now. The people in the camp should find an excuse to leave first to avoid falling victim to their atrocities."

As for the capital city, at tomorrow's morning court session, I will announce that Father Emperor's health has been poor and his days are numbered. Anyone who wishes to see Father Emperor one last time may enter the palace..."

Qi Ziyang said, "Now that things have come to this, the Wan family probably won't be allowed to enter the palace."

The Wan family all wanted to raise an army, feeling that they wouldn't enter the palace at this juncture.

Bei Chenyan raised his head slightly. "It's not important. What's important is letting them know that Father Emperor's days are numbered!"

"In that case, I shall take my leave." Qi Ziyang bid him farewell.

"Alright, let Fang Jianxian see you off," Bei Chenyan instructed.

The situation has reached a critical juncture. The Wan family and Ling Yangzi could attack his people at any moment, so he must protect them.

"If you don't need protection, you might as well give me two more magazines of bullets." Qi Ziyang pulled a pistol from under his arm.

This was a gift from Nangong Wu for self-defense; it's a good item, but he's always short of bullets.

"I've been attacked three times in the past ten days, and I'm almost out of bullets. Look, I only have two bullets left!" Qi Ziyang pulled out the magazine to show him.

"If I encounter people from Changyang Temple again, I'll be in danger."

"Look at you, so pathetic." Bei Chenyan opened a drawer, took out two magazines, and placed them in front of him. "Use them sparingly."

"Of course! With bullets, even if I encounter Ling Yangzi, I have nothing to fear." Qi Ziyang immediately put away the magazine like a precious treasure, cupped his hands in farewell, and said, "Farewell!"

"Your humble servant takes his leave!" Zhang Qing also cupped his hands in greeting, intending to leave the palace with Qi Ziyang.

"You stay here for now," Bei Chenyan told him. "We'll be going out of the city later."

"Yes!" Zhang Qing accepted the order.

One hour later.

Bei Chenyan and Nangong Wu followed Zhang Qing out of the city and arrived at a small hill more than 20 miles outside the capital.

"Your Highness! It's that little farm." Zhang Qing pointed to a spot and reported softly:

"I followed those people here today and saw that they all entered this farm. I observed them with binoculars and there were about a thousand people inside, including people from Changyang Temple."

Fearing we'd be discovered by those inside and alert them, my subordinates withdrew all our men.

Upon hearing this, both Nangong Wu and Beichen Yan took out night vision binoculars to investigate.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small farm of 2,000 square meters, consisting of three rows of simple houses surrounded by a fence.

"Have you found out who owns this farm?" Bei Chenyan asked.

"We found it. This area, within a radius of five or six miles, is all farmland owned by the Wan family, consisting of three farms," ​​Zhang Qing replied.

Nangong Wu took out her binoculars. "This is a remote and dilapidated village; it's a good place to hide."

The area within a hundred miles of the outskirts of the imperial city has the most residents, and there are no remote places. She said that this place is remote, but it is the territory of the Wan family, and no one dares to come close.

"I'll go down and take a look first." Bei Chenyan put away his binoculars and drew a pistol.

"Let's go down together!" Nangong Wu also put away her binoculars. "There are Prince Jing's men here, and there might be explosives. Be careful later and don't leave without permission."

Caltrops are not very powerful, but getting hit by one can still cause injury.

"Your Majesty, I understand!" Zhang Qing replied.

The three of them leaped down the hillside and, after a few leaps, approached the farm. Bei Chenyan raised his hand to stop them.

"Find the secret guards first."

If those people are still in this farm, there must be guards keeping watch outside.

"It's very quiet." Nangong Wu didn't sense anyone's presence.

Bei Chenyan looked at the farm. "Zhang Qing, stay here. Let's go inside."

Nangong Wu nodded slightly and then leaped into the air.

The two quietly flew down to the front of the house.

"Woof woof woof..." Suddenly a large dog rushed out from a corner and viciously pounced on them.

Just as Nangong Wu was about to make a move, Bei Chenyan shot out a dagger before she could, hitting the dog in the head. The dog fell to the ground, barking and struggling wildly.

The bullets given by Nangong Wu are very precious; use them sparingly if you can avoid using them.

Seeing that they had made a commotion, the two of them flew onto the roof.

But after waiting for a while, the dog died, and no one came out.

Bei Chenyan and Nangong Wu exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads slightly.

Neither of them sensed the presence of any living person.

"Nobody's here. Looks like we're too late!"

Nangong Wu sniffed. "Oh no, I smell gunpowder."

"Let's go down and take a look." Bei Chenyan flew down first and slapped a door with his palm from a distance.

"Bang!"

The door was smashed to pieces.

Nangong Wu followed closely behind him, fearing that if any danger might arise, she would bring him into the space.

Thankfully, nothing happened.

After the door was smashed, a strong smell of gunpowder wafted out of the room.

"There was gunpowder, just as I suspected." Nangong Wu approached the door, took out a powerful flashlight, and shone it into the room.

It turned out to be a large three-room house, inside which were piles of black soil and some bottles and jars.

Her face turned cold. "This is a gunpowder workshop."