Chapter 102 The Big Shot

After the military meeting at the General's Mansion concluded, Qin Mo was about to leave when she heard someone call her name. A middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic attire walked straight towards her.

"Qin Mo, it's been so many years since we last met. You've grown so much. Your uncle is truly delighted."

The middle-aged man looked extremely friendly, and even reached out to pat Qin Mo's shoulder to show that the two were relatives.

Qin Mo shifted slightly, dodging his outstretched arm. She remained silent, simply watching the middle-aged man talk to himself.

The middle-aged man hadn't expected Qin Mo to react this way, but his expression changed swiftly, a sorrowful look quickly appearing on his face. "Qin Mo, after your father passed away, your uncle was so heartbroken that he fell ill and couldn't come to Dayuan to offer condolences. It's my fault! But Dayuan is in a remote area, and your uncle really had his difficulties. Please don't take it to heart, my dear nephew."

The middle-aged man speaking to Qin Mo was her distant cousin in the capital, the Earl of Tongyuan, Qin Xiaoren. Qin Mo didn't understand how he could be present in her memories, since only the most important memories remained, and the rest had faded away.

"Uncle, why have you come to Maimai City? It's not close to the capital! It's even closer than the capital, isn't it? Uncle, have you also been summoned by the Lin Kingdom?" Qin Mo decided to give a few perfunctory answers. The Great Xia Empire still valued filial piety. Although Qin Xiaoren was a distant relative, being too impolite would still easily draw criticism.

“What my nephew says is true. The current emperor has issued a mobilization order. As a member of the royal family, I must serve the country. The orcs are truly hateful. They killed my soldiers and humiliated my people. We, uncle and nephew, must work together to make sure that orcs never return.”

Qin Xiaoren didn't catch the sarcasm in Qin Mo's words at all. "You, a high-ranking official, are too far away to go and mourn your father, Qin Lan. Isn't this trading city even further away? What are you doing here in this freezing cold? You've been conscripted and issued a mobilization order. What kind of conscription is a nobleman with no fiefdom who doesn't even have a nominal title?"

"Uncle's patriotism is admirable. My troops have suffered heavy casualties in the fierce fighting and are temporarily unable to wipe out the orcs. I wish you a great victory and a swift promotion!"

Qin Mo smiled and gave a perfunctory reply before turning to walk out. "So you're saying you're working together? You probably want to borrow troops from my troops, don't you? A mere cultivator dares to come to the north to kill beastmen, I really don't know who gave you the guts."

"Nephew, please wait a moment. Your uncle has something important to discuss with you." Qin Xiaoren saw Qin Mo leave and quickly followed, calling out as he walked.

"Is there anything else, Uncle?" The military meeting had just ended, and many nobles and generals were leaving. Qin Mo had no choice but to slow down and give Qin Xiaoren a perfunctory answer.

“Nephew, this matter is of great importance. It would be best if you came to my residence tonight to discuss it in detail,” Qin Xiaoren said softly as he approached Qin Mo.

"I need to cultivate tonight and don't have time to go out. Uncle, it's best to be frank if you need anything." Qin Mo was thoroughly annoyed. This cold-hearted person seemed to be thinking of Qin Mo in every way, even asking him to come and visit. He didn't even know his own worth.

"This... concerns my nephew's title of prince, but it's not convenient to discuss it here. I'm staying at the Yuelai Inn, nephew, tonight..."

Qin Mo suddenly turned her head and stared directly at Qin Xiaoren, her eyes flashing with cold light, swallowing the rest of his words.

"Uncle, do you have an imperial decree to carry out?" Qin Mo's tone became colder than ice and snow.

"Imperial decree... of course not... but a great man entrusted me with this..." Qin Xiaoren, seeing Qin Mo's frightened gaze, involuntarily began to stammer, revealing his purpose.

"Only the Emperor can decide my promotion; forget about the rest! I have other matters to attend to, farewell." Qin Mo lost interest after hearing only half of Qin Xiaoren's statement and turned to leave. "A big shot, indeed. I am a big shot."

"Nephew, wait a moment, nephew, listen to me..." Qin Xiaoren only came to his senses when Qin Mo stopped looking directly at him, and hurriedly chased after him.

Qin Mo strode out of the General's mansion and arrived at his carriage. Kaihime nimbly helped him board. Recently, Kaihime had noticed that Qin Mo was in a bad mood. Whenever he wasn't cultivating, he would always follow him, treating her like a real maid.

Qin Xiaoren finally arrived, grabbed the carriage shaft, and said to Qin Mo, "Nephew, please don't be impulsive. Your uncle is indeed entrusted to discuss something with you. Nephew, you are busy with affairs. I will visit your camp tonight."

Qin Mo ignored his words, slipped into the carriage, and Kaihime leaped onto the carriage, holding the reins with both hands. With a delicate shout, she drove off, acting as a skilled driver. She had always been hung up on Qing Ning, secretly trying to outdo her in everything.

Qin Xiaoren was pushed to the side of the road by Qin Mo's personal guards. Everyone saw that this man was not favored by the prince, yet he kept calling himself "uncle." He was so old, yet he had such a thick skin.

Qin Xiaoren was indeed thick-skinned. Despite Bai Qinmo's coldness towards him, he still went to the Dayuan Army camp to look for Qinmo that night.

Qin Mo did not prepare a grand banquet, but simply a pot of tea. The Dayuan tea was made under Qin Mo's guidance, with a lingering aroma and an unforgettable aftertaste, quite different from the tea of ​​Daxia.

Kaihime, dressed in a kimono, served by his side. She had previously studied tea ceremony in Japan. At Qin Mo's request, she removed the fancy movements and added a natural and dignified demeanor, making her pleasing to the eye without seeming pretentious.

Qin Xiaoren stared wide-eyed, then coughed twice before saying, "Nephew! It's not you, Uncle! You've come to Lindu but haven't visited my residence. Many important figures in the court have criticized you. You're unfilial and unfit for important responsibilities. Your title of Prince..."

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