"This doesn't seem like your reputation, Uncle. Is there something you're hiding?"

Qin Xiaoxin waved everyone away, then spoke softly to Qin Mo, sighing as he spoke, occasionally grinding his teeth.

"What? Qin Xiaoren deserted?" Qin Mo suddenly shouted, louder than any of his previous words, probably even heard in the neighboring palace.

Qin Xiaoxin froze, his eyes bulging out like a goldfish out of water. He pointed at Qin Mo, his face full of resentment, and after a moment he managed to stammer, "What are you yelling about? Do you want the whole capital to know?"

It turned out that during the Battle of Ulan-Ude, Qin Xiaoren and several noble families formed an alliance to fight together as a reserve force. However, when they rushed to the aid of Wusheng Army, they were ambushed by orcs and suffered heavy losses in the ensuing battle.

Later, a plague broke out outside the city. Qin Xiaoren, terrified, sent a confidant to Zhao Qirui with an ambiguous letter, saying that he was seriously ill and needed treatment. In fact, he had rushed back to Lindu overnight.

The General's Mansion was extremely busy, and by the time they found him, he had already returned to the Great Xia for "treatment." Zhao Qirui was furious and sent an official document back to the Central Army Headquarters, ordering his arrest and sentencing him for desertion.

Qin Xiaoren tried to justify himself by saying that his general had left a letter requesting leave, but the official document clearly stated "deserter," leaving him with no way out. When a man is about to die, he resorts to baseless accusations, and at this point, he dragged Qin Mo into the mix. Under the deliberate manipulation of others, this farce finally unfolded.

Looking at Qin Xiaoxin's angry face, Qin Mo said solemnly, "Minister of the Imperial Household, this matter cannot be dealt with casually. My uncle must be convicted of desertion, otherwise the prestige of our royal family will be lost."

Qin Xiaoxin was both anxious and angry. How could he, a kind-hearted man, watch Qin Xiaoren walk down a dead end? He was about to persuade Qin Mo again when he heard a majestic voice, its imposing aura like a towering mountain pressing down from nowhere.

"Well done, such a disgrace to the royal family deserves to die."