"Come on, let's go inside first."
Mother Li took Li Xuancang's hand, while Li Ling'er hugged his other arm as the family walked into the courtyard.
Seeing Li Xuancang reunited with his family, Nangong Zhan wore a smile and felt genuinely happy for him.
This was a moment of reunion for Li Xuancang's family. He didn't want to intrude too much and prepared to turn and leave.
"Xiao Zhan, you stay too!"
Before he could leave, Li Xuancang's voice reached him.
"My lord, this..."
Nangong Zhan hadn't expected Li Xuancang to ask him to stay. It meant Li Xuancang truly regarded him as one of his own.
"This is an order."
"This subordinate obeys."
Nangong Zhan followed behind Li Xuancang with an excited expression.
This was the most relaxed day Li Xuancang had experienced since coming to the Great Yan Dynasty, as though he had finally set down the burden on his shoulders.
His family fussed over him, asking about everything he had gone through over the years.
Li Xuancang glossed over the serious parts, not wanting them to feel guilty.
The Li Family settled down in the prefectural city, and Li Xuancang ran back and forth between the barracks and home every day.
Several days passed. Nearly all the surviving remnants had arrived at the prefectural city; those who hadn't made it had already been buried in Half-Moon Gorge.
Of more than three thousand Battle Soldiers, only a little over a thousand had reached the prefectural city alive. Only three Thousand-Man Commanders and six Battalion Commanders remained. The losses were devastating.
The barracks were shrouded in grief, the atmosphere stiflingly oppressive.
"My lord, the Colonel summons you."
Li Xuancang was resting in his tent when Nangong Zhan hurried over to report.
Since Zhou Xingzhan had summoned him, Li Xuancang