Chapter 148 Compensation for Xihe

Nangong Yan suddenly stopped talking. He took a bottle of wine from the table and drank it in big gulps.

"Why are you doing this?" He took a sip of the liquor, and his body, which had been exposed to the cold wind for half a day, slowly warmed up. "I tried to persuade you many times, but you refused to listen, and ended up in this situation. Don't you know what kind of temper that little girl has? You had to test her bottom line."

The fireworks had dispersed, but Xiao Mingxuan still stared at that place without moving his eyes away, "Actually... I have seen more gorgeous fireworks than this, and under that fireworks there were her and me."

He had seen it once on New Year's Eve that year when he was carrying the little girl on his back on the way back to the Vanity Palace. In the years that followed, he had seen larger ones, but they were somewhat less impressive and he found them boring.

Later I thought about it, all fireworks are the same, except that there is one person I most want to watch them with.

Nangong Yan sighed, thinking of the turmoil of the past month, and glanced at the Beimo Army not far away, feeling a severe headache.

"Although Zhao Jinyuan was seriously injured, he is alive at least. You and the little girl will not be at the end of your rope. If you comfort him well, he will come back." Nangong Yan said.

Xiao Mingxuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. "If this hadn't happened, it would have been fine. But once this has been done, no matter whether Zhao Jinyuan lives or dies, she will never forgive me."

In the courtyard of the general's mansion that day, he was so emotional that he didn't have time to think about many things. It was not until he returned to the military camp that he figured out all the things he hadn't figured out before in the middle of the night.

At first, he thought the same as Nangong Yan. Since Zhao Jinyuan was still alive, he could always win back his little girl.

It was not until he realized how much Xihe had given in for him in the past and how much Zhao Jinyuan meant to her that he woke up from his dream.

When he was young in the Tianshuo Imperial City, Xihe knew everything he did, but pretended not to know.

Later, when they met again at the border, she knew what he had done in Tianshuo in the past ten years, how many innocent people he had killed, and how much blood was on his white hands, but Xihe still did not completely part ways with him.

No one knew better than Xiao Mingxuan how strong his little girl's sense of responsibility was.

Xihe chose to remain silent about Xiao Mingxuan's actions. She briefly betrayed the beliefs and standards she had adhered to for many years as a god.

It was not until the country that Xihe was determined to protect was ruthlessly destroyed by Xiao Mingxuan that she picked up the sharp arrow and shot at him.

She was grateful for God's mercy and accepted Xiao Mingxuan, who lost his mother at a young age.

Her unwavering love briefly made her ignore the death of innocent people and abandon her duty as a god.

It was not until this moment that Xiao Mingxuan finally admitted that his little girl had never given up on bringing him back to this prosperous world and letting him return to the prosperous and peaceful life he should have lived.

But he pointed the blade at her homeland, pushing back the hand that had been reaching out to him in the mist.

"This is all my own fault." Xiao Mingxuan suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Sometimes I resent her. Why is she so good to me? If I had never received anything, I wouldn't have wished for it. But she treats me so well, and it makes a greedy person like me fall into it little by little, asking for more and more. When I touch her bottom line, she ruthlessly beats me back to my original state, making everything go back to zero."

As he wished, he dragged God into the dust, but... he didn't feel happy at all.

He took a gulp of the wine, but it tasted bitter and he choked. "My little girl, you are the most compassionate person in the world, but also the most cruel person in the world."

Nangong Yan stared at the person opposite him for a few moments, then smiled wryly and looked away. "I originally thought you were luckier than me. At least Zhao Xihe is still alive. As long as someone is alive, there's still a glimmer of hope. But now I realize it's just the same."

Zhao Wanyu is gone, and Nangong Yan doesn’t know who to turn to for compensation.

Zhao Xihe is still alive, but he has no chance to start over.

"What are you going to do now? Hu Longbi is dead, Beimo will never give up, and the Imperial City is even more dangerous. A group of old ministers want to support that loser as emperor and thus undermine you, and your loser father is also vaguely biased towards him." Nangong Yan sighed every time he thought of this, "This move is really cruel. Even if you can break the deadlock, one of the Beimo alliance and the Imperial City will be lost. The little girl who only knew how to eat and cry in your arms has finally grown up to be your equal."

Beimo refused to let go, and in order to avenge his son, the Beimo Wolf Lord even had the intention of forming an alliance with the useless prince of the Imperial City. If they formed an alliance, the first person to be killed would definitely be Xiao Mingxuan.

Nangong Yan suddenly said, "You should quietly return to Beili as soon as possible to stabilize the situation. As long as the power of Beili is still in your hands, Beimo will have to think carefully before taking any action."

Once Xiao Mingxuan becomes the Emperor of Beili, it will no longer be a simple personal vendetta, and the Wolf Lord of Beimo will have to take his time to avenge his son.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Mingxuan just waved his hand and then released a thunderclap, "Mr. Nangong, I will not be returning to Beili for the time being."

"Are you crazy?" Nangong Yan roared, "If you stay any longer, you'll be courting death! This little girl won't show you any mercy!"

"I know." Xiao Mingxuan knew Xihe's cruel heart better than anyone else, but he still wanted to stay. "I want to ask Mr. Nangong, are you in pain after the eldest princess's death? Do you regret betraying her on the battlefield that year?"

Nangong Yan suddenly quieted down, a trace of sadness between his brows, "What do you think?"

After a long moment, he gave a bitter smile and said, "The thing I regret most in my life is betraying her. If I hadn't done that at the time, perhaps our child... would have been born."

"Child?" Xiao Mingxuan was shocked.

"Yes, a child who...did not survive."

On the way back to Lihua Palace, Nangong Yan met the quack doctor who brought Zhao Wanyu's body down the mountain, and learned a piece of news from him.

There was an unborn child inside the burned corpse.

It's his and Awan's child.

"Because of me, the glory of her half-life of battles was shattered. She was entangled with a traitor like me until her death. I became the sole stain on her glorious life." Nangong Yan returned to Lihua Palace to clear his name of the past. "I negotiated with several factions and fabricated a half-true, half-false story to clear her of suspicion. Those with great merit can enter the Tianji Terrace and be worshipped by future generations. I wanted... to let my Ah Wan enter with a clean and honorable appearance."

"You are compensating her." Xiao Mingxuan understood and said, "And I also want to compensate Xihe and help her."

It is actually not difficult to guess what Xihe wants to do.

Then he said: "Only by staying here can I tie down Beimo's forces, so that she can take Beimo in one fell swoop."

"If you stay, the imperial city will definitely change hands, more than ten years of hard work will be wasted, and your life may not be saved! Xiao Mingxuan, do you know what situation you are in now? Are you going to use your life to compensate her?" Nangong Yan said angrily, feeling disappointed.