Qin Xiaoren shut his mouth because Qin Mo's eyes started to look frightening again, and he even felt that his hands and feet were starting to lose their control.
"Hehe, I wonder who your important figures are...? This young master would like to pay them a visit."
“Oh dear! Nephew, how could your uncle give you a reason to gossip? I knew at the time that you had been frail since childhood, the journey was long, and so many things happened in Lindu, so you were not feeling well. Therefore, I exempted you from paying your respects.”
When Qin Xiaoren heard Qin Mo ask about the so-called "big shot," he broke out in a cold sweat, secretly thinking, "It's only been a few years since I last saw him, how did that dull and naive boy become so ruthless and decisive?"
"Then who is it that entrusted Uncle to come and discuss this with me?" Qin Mo gestured for Kaihime to refill his tea, concealing the anger in his heart. He had almost slapped her across the face just now.
"Oh dear...nephew, do you know that you, a high-ranking official, are about to face a great calamity?"
A chill began to flash in Qin Mo's eyes again. These quacks were actually using their dirty tricks on me.
"You, a high-ranking official, are isolated overseas and have never been subject to the control of the imperial court. This was fine when your father was alive, but now that you are without a ruler, what will you do if the imperial court wants to take back your fiefdom?"
"Hehehe... Forget all this nonsense, give me a proper answer." Qin Mo said through gritted teeth, his right hand already raised to the table, almost touching his face.
"This... Qin Mo... you..." Qin Xiaoren was speechless with anger when he heard Qin Mo utter such "human words." But when he saw the frightened look in Qin Mo's eyes, he swallowed his anger back, feeling internally injured.
"Your uncle knows a very important person who can put in a good word for you with the Emperor. Your title of Prince might be within reach then." Qin Xiaoren revealed his trump card to Qin Mo, whose face was as cold as ice.
"Oh! Such an important figure? Is it Qin Mu, the Prince of Yan?"
Upon hearing Qin Mo mention Qin Mu's name, Qin Xiaoren quickly shook his head, saying that even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to use the name of the Prince of Yan.
"Is that Prince Chang Le?"
Qin Xiaoren shook his head even faster.
Qin Mo remained silent, gesturing for Kaihime to refill her tea, but said there was no need for Qin Xiaoren to do so, as the tea in Daiyuan was very expensive.
Qin Xiaoren waited for a while but Qin Mo didn't say anything. He just kept to himself as Kaihime served him tea. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.
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