The next day, the four set off back to the trading city. Allen found Li Fengyan's carriage and Qin Mo's dog, but Qin Mo's sled was still lost. Expecting a bunch of huskies not to overturn the sled without someone to guide them was really asking too much of them.

Qin Mo has nearly thirty huskies, enough to pull a four-person carriage. Qing Ningxin, with her phoenix eyes, occupied the carriage, leaving Qin Mo and Allen to sit on the carriage shaft as the driver and charioteer.

Allen was still wearing that eye-catching armor, his long hair flying, his helmet nowhere to be seen, looking incredibly handsome. Seeing his flamboyant style, Qin Mo had no choice but to throw away her warm, thick bearskin and start looking stylish in a black, patterned cloth outfit.

In fact, Qin Mo's current cultivation level is no longer afraid of the cold, but his habits from his previous life still give him psychological cues from time to time. Bear skin is a top-quality product, and wearing it will not only keep him warm but also show that he is a rich person.

Without Allen making any move, dozens of huskies started running energetically, their steps coordinated with each other, much faster than when Qin Mo used them to pull the sled.

The carriage traveled quickly, and two days later it arrived at a place fifty miles away from the trading city.

As they were about to part, Qin Mo couldn't help but turn back, only to see the dark-colored carriage curtains.

"Is that an orc camp up ahead?"

Fifty miles from the city of trade, a vast camp stood on the snowfield, frequented by Rakshasa people and orcs.

"The orcs have established camps in the east, south, and north, but they are all far from the city. They are probably waiting for an opportunity to besiege the city."

"How many of them are there, and how many are orcs?" Although Qin Mo had witnessed the madness of the fighting nation firsthand, he was still more concerned about the number of orcs.

"The three camps together have about 300,000 men! As for the orcs, they make up less than 10%. They're probably waiting for their high-level experts, otherwise they would have already started besieging the city." Allen hated the orcs, but he still maintained the respect due to the high-level orc experts.

While the orcish race possessed a considerable number of elite warriors, they didn't hold an absolute advantage over the Great Xia army. After all, their population was far smaller than that of the Great Xia Empire, and the number of high-level cultivators was consistently lower than that of the entire human race. Without a powerful Grand Shaman-level expert present, they wouldn't dare approach the trading city; Zhao Qirui was no saint.

The carriage bypassed the orc camp, moved away from the Segeleng River, and slid in a large circle towards the trading city.

"That bunch of brain-dead idiots are coming!" Allen shouted at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked on with suspicion as several dog sleds approached her. The drivers were clearly from the Great Xia Dynasty, but the noble patterns on their clothes were unrecognizable.

"Gentlemen... have you returned from hunting orcs? And from where did you come from?"

The burly man leading the group looked at Qin Mo and the others in their strange dog-drawn carriage and asked uncertainly.

Qin Mo disliked his tone. Seeing that Allen didn't seem inclined to explain, she coldly said, "Do we need to ask you what we're doing?"

"If you are hunting outside the city, you must naturally abide by the rules. Please bring out your spoils and do not make things difficult for us."

"Where did this rule come from? I don't know about it." Qin Mo was puzzled, and anger began to rise in her heart.

"This hunting area is guarded by the Marquis of Huyang. Thirty percent of all spoils must be handed over. Otherwise, if powerful beastmen appear, who will defend us?"

The burly man carefully examined the carriage with its phoenix-shaped eyes and the patterns on Qin Mo's clothes. Finally, his tone became stiff. As for Allen, he didn't even lift his eyelids once.

Qin Mo finally understood what these people were doing, but how did they think she was easy to manipulate? She hadn't worn royal insignia on her clothes because she was going hunting in the north, but couldn't they sense the murderous aura emanating from her after killing so many orcs?

"We need to seize these! Does this count? The fangs of an elite orc warrior, have you ever seen them before?" Qin Mo waved a large bunch of elite orc warrior fangs around, making a clattering sound; there were nearly a hundred pairs. The eyes of the burly man's followers gleamed.

"Have you ever seen the orc general's fangs? You must have." Qin Mo pulled out a handful of orc fangs from his pocket to show off.

"Have you seen the orc warlord's fangs before? You should have, right?"

Qin Mo reached his hand behind the carriage curtain, and someone discreetly placed something in his hand.

“These are the fangs of an orc king… You’ve never seen anything like them before.”

The fangs in Qin Mo's hand belonged to King Bernoulli. They had a faint golden hue on them and exuded a powerful aura that made people's hearts tremble.

"Leave these fangs behind, the rest you can keep, consider yourself lucky... uh... umm..."

The big man's men were full of excitement, but before they could finish, they were grabbed by the neck and their mouths were covered!

The burly man leading the group was bent over, sweat pouring down his forehead, and said in a trembling voice, "Please, sir, have mercy on us blind servants!"

"Hmph!" Qin Mo's cold snort startled everyone, causing them to kneel down.

Only after Qin Mo and the others' carriage had disappeared from sight did the burly man straighten up and gasp for breath.

Brother, that guy just now..." The man who almost had his neck broken by the big man was still in shock. The big man's appearance made him realize that he might have just come back from the brink of death.

"Anyone who can bring out the king's fangs, do you think we can afford to mess with them? Even our master, the Marquis of Huyang, might not be someone we can afford to offend. You better keep your eyes open in the future, or you'll drag the brothers into this."

With the trading city finally in sight, Qin Mo turned around and asked, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the General's Mansion?"

“I’m perfectly healthy now, why would I need to go looking for Zhao Qirui? Let’s part ways up ahead! You should go into the city alone.”

A voice with phoenix eyes came from behind the carriage curtain, making Qin Mo feel a pang of melancholy.

Qing Ning handed a delicate wooden box to Qin Mo and then sat down in the driver's seat.

Qin Mo watched the carriage enter the city gate, then looked at Allen and asked, "Allen, are you flying in or coming in with me?"

"Do you need to care about what those people think?" Allen glanced at Qin Mo and walked towards the city gate.

Qin Mo chuckled self-deprecatingly, caught up with Allen, and playfully put her arm around his shoulder as they entered the city.

That night, rumors spread throughout the marketplace, with several different versions circulating.

"Did you know? When the Crown Prince of Heng went hunting outside the city, he encountered danger, and it was that Allen who rescued him."

"How could Qin Mo have been in danger? It was clearly Allen who accompanied him out of the city to hunt, and the credit was given to him."

"That's all you've seen? Heh heh... That Allen's relationship with the Prince Heng's heir is quite something..."

That last remark made everyone think, and recalling Qin Mo's refusal to marry him, everyone couldn't help but reveal a lewd smile of sudden realization.