Just as the various races were trying their best to explain to the elves, the Elven Royal Court led the vast majority of the high-elf race away from the Northern Continent of the Western Regions, disappearing without a trace after setting sail. From then on, there were no more pure-blooded high-elf races in the world; only some elven branches and low- or mixed-blood elves remained.

Although over the past few hundred years, there have been many pure-blooded high-level race elves who have experienced life in the world, such as my adoptive mother 'Luna', who met my father Qin Lan when she traveled to the Great Xia, and that's how I came to be.

But no one knew where the Elf Royal Court was. Qin Mo had asked Allen, but Allen was still young when he left home with his teacher Luna; he only remembered that their hometown was... at the end of the world.

Qin Mo rubbed his eyes. For the past two months, he had searched through every book about elves, but couldn't find any useful clues. "Where did my adoptive mother come from? The African rainforest? Or the Amazon rainforest? After she left... is she still alive?"

A series of questions welled up in Qin Mo's mind, leaving her with an indescribable feeling. It seemed that the blood connection truly had its wonders; although this body had a different soul, the sense of kinship in her heart could never be erased.

Qin Mo simply stood up, walked to the windowsill, and let the salty sea breeze blow on her, dispelling the inexplicable irritability and sorrow on her body.

A ship was docking at the distant port, and judging from its appearance, it was clearly not a VIP ship.

Many people disembarked from the ship that had just docked, and Qin Mo also saw some strange flags, which seemed to be... a ceremonial procession. Soon, a knight on the dock quickly entered the city, heading straight for the castle where the royal palace was located.

Qin Mo descended the castle tower and entered the hall, just in time to see Uncle Lin enter. His face beamed with undisguised joy as he greeted Qin Mo, "Young Master, envoys from the imperial court have arrived, here to deliver a decree. It seems our worries were unnecessary."

"Okay, go and call the others over, and make other preparations. Don't neglect the messenger who delivered the decree."

A few days ago, Uncle Lin saw that Qin Mo was in much better health, so he discussed something with him. Qin Mo's adoptive father, Qin Lan, was granted the title of Prince Heng, a hereditary title. Qin Mo was the heir apparent, which was clearly recorded in the imperial genealogy. However, after Qin Lan's death, the court never issued an edict to promote Qin Mo to the rank of Prince.

As is customary, after the old prince passes away, the royal family will issue an edict designating the heir to the title of prince. Although Qin Mo only has one brother, and no one can take away the title of Prince Heng from him, without the emperor's confirmation, it always feels somewhat illegitimate.

Soon, the person who delivered the imperial edict arrived, but it was not a eunuch. Instead, it was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance and a stern look on his face, which made many people feel intimidated.

Qin Mo was not afraid of him. Firstly, he came from the future and felt a sense of superiority when looking at these country bumpkins. Secondly, his cultivation had already reached the Profound Realm, which was not low among the cultivators of the Great Xia Dynasty. In recent years, he had only appeared as a useless person because he had to resist the black flames. Now that he had solved the black flames, his spirit and energy had greatly improved, and he naturally developed an aura that no ordinary person could intimidate.

"Imperial Envoy, you have come from afar. Please rest for a while and have some tea and refreshments. I am preparing the incense table. Please wait a moment, Imperial Envoy." In fact, Qin Mo calling him Imperial Envoy was just a slight compliment. If he was just a messenger with no other duties, he would just be an envoy, which is completely different from an Imperial Minister.

"Why isn't the incense table set up yet? I am carrying out the Emperor's orders and cannot delay. The young master still needs to urge me on." Who knew this guy would be so arrogant, leaving Qin Mo speechless with just one sentence.

Qin Mo didn't bother arguing with him. She urged her servants to prepare quickly, and then received the imperial decree together with the retainers her father had left her. These retainers all held official positions and titles, so they naturally had to come and witness the ceremony. In case the emperor was pleased, he might also bestow a reward upon them!

"By imperial decree: The Crown Prince of Heng... is hereby ordered to lead his troops to the capital in the autumn... and next year to march beyond the Great Wall to subdue the bandits... without fail... So be it!"

After the imperial edict was read, Qin Mo didn't understand it for a moment, but reached out and took the edict. Meanwhile, Uncle Lin and the soldiers kneeling behind her started making a commotion.