"Xiao Mo, there's no need to be so formal with me."
Qin Jingyuan smiled when he saw Xiao Mo accept his kind offer.
"Fine things are meant for fine men. Otherwise, what's the difference between having them and just tossing them aside in a ditch? Not to mention, my sister is so fond of you.
Besides, Uncle Xiao is a Grand General I greatly admire, and you are his son. If there's a small way I can help, of course I will."
Listening to the Second Prince, Xiao Mo didn't reply, simply nodding with a faint smile.
"Well, I must be off to handle my duties. Why don't you show Siyao around?" Qin Jingyuan patted Xiao Mo's shoulder.
"Yes." Xiao Mo cupped his fist in a salute.
After Qin Jingyuan left, satisfied, Xiao Mo watched his back, his eyes narrowing slightly.
'Now that the Eldest Prince and the Second Prince have both come of age, the struggle for the throne is bound to intensify. If the Holy Emperor doesn't name a successor soon, this won't end well...'
