Chapter 975 - 994: Mo Si: Feeling Refreshed While Making Breakfast

A night of unbridled intimacy.

Next door.

Around 11 p.m., Mo Fan sent Mo Si a message. He had some Senate matters to discuss, but received no reply. Mo Fan figured that his younger cousin might leave with his girlfriend tomorrow for the New Year holidays, making it impossible to catch him then.

Since the matter was quite important, he went over and knocked on Mo Si’s door to speak with him in person. Unexpectedly, after knocking for nearly six or seven minutes, there was absolutely no response from inside.

It was impossible that Mo Si hadn’t heard it. With his exceptional physical enhancements as a Mecha Soldier, if he were truly inside, six minutes of constant knocking would have driven him crazy.

So... was Mo Si actually not in his room?

Mo Fan’s gaze subconsciously shifted toward the other room—right, the one where Jiang Qiuqiu was staying tonight.

He fell silent.

He wondered if Mo Si had gone to Qiuqiu’s room. And he wasn’t replying to messages?

Mo Fan fled back to his own room as if running for his life.

Since the matter was somewhat related to the Military Department, Mo Xin was waiting there. Seeing Mo Fan return alone, he was stunned. "Where is Mo Si?"

"He’s... keeping Qiuqiu company."

"Oh, oh. Wait, what? Keeping Qiuqiu company late at night?"

He inhaled sharply. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had brushed against an unspeakable topic. Both men fell silent for a moment before awkwardly steering the conversation back to Senate affairs.

"Looking at the current trends, the old Emperor might truly be on his last legs," Mo Fan said. "The old speaker in the Senate is also reaching retirement age. I reckon things are going to get chaotic."

To maintain their grip on the Cabinet, the Imperial Family would definitely want to install a noble as the new speaker.

"The election is important, but there are a lot of underlying factors involved," Mo Fan continued. "Your side needs to prepare early."

"We are prepared," Mo Xin replied. Their plans and layouts hadn’t just been built over a year or two. Ever since the old Emperor’s health began to decline, the seeds of conflict had been sown.

Everyone actually had a clear idea of the situation. They were all preparing to resolve everything naturally during the Emperor’s twilight years.

As a core member of the Military Department, Mo Xin knew quite a bit. "Honestly, based on how things are developing, our chances of winning are very high. But my biggest fear is a problem cropping up at the border."

Last year’s Pole war had been completely baffling, and no one knew what was going on with the Insect Race. Such uncertainties were always hidden dangers.

"Let’s try to resolve this during peacetime," Mo Fan said.

Compared to the Military Department and the Free Alliance, the Imperial Family and the nobles had one major advantage: they didn’t treat the people at the border as human beings, nor did they value the lives of the lower class. They could casually sacrifice a portion of those they deemed "untouchables" or "slaves" without considering the consequences of their actions. To them, a few deaths were commonplace. As long as the dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, and barons were safe, nothing else mattered.

It was a frustrating reality.

The room fell silent once more. Without Mo Si there, Mo Fan and Mo Xin couldn’t finalize anything. They stopped talking around midnight, deciding to catch Mo Si the next day.

The next day.

Just as the sky was getting light, Mo Si returned to his own room.

After slipping out of that room, he conscientiously went to the kitchen and prepared an extra-large breakfast. When Qiuqiu woke up from her slumber, she was greeted with a hot, sweet and sour bowl of tomato and egg noodles.