“This Wu fellow is truly despicable! To forge a letter in Father’s name, demanding that Eldest Sister marry him—it’s absolutely infuriating!” Mo Caihuan said bitterly, her voice dripping with hatred for Wu Jianming.
“Fortunately, he only specified your eldest sister. If he had demanded you or Fengwu, I truly wouldn’t have known what to do! Given your and Fengwu’s temperaments, how could either of you endure dealing with such a hypocrite? But poor Yuzhu… I wonder if your father will blame me when he returns.” Lady Yan sighed softly.
“Mother, how could Father blame you? Wasn’t it Eldest Sister who volunteered to deal with this Wu character?” Mo Caihuan quickly reassured her.
“Silly child, Yuzhu did this for the sake of our Mo Manor and the Jingjiao Society—she had no choice. But rest assured, I will only allow her to entertain this impostor to a certain extent. I would never truly marry her off to him. If we can’t delay any longer, we’ll have no choice but to turn on him and capture him!” As Lady Yan spoke her last sentence, her voice turned cold.
After her words, the room fell into silence. Clearly, both mother and daughter understood what turning against Wu would mean.
“When will Father return?” Mo Caihuan asked softly after a long pause.
“Your father said he would be back in two or three years, or at most five or six,” Lady Yan replied gloomily.
“But it’s been almost ten years now… I can barely even remember what Father looks like,” Mo Caihuan said slowly.
“Don’t worry. Your father is a remarkable man with extraordinary skills—nothing will happen to him. He must have been delayed by some important matter. He will return to Mo Manor soon.” Lady Yan seemed to be reassuring her daughter as much as herself.
“By the way, Second Sister Fengwu prepared a revitalizing and beautifying elixir and asked me to bring it to you, Mother. You should try it—I’ve heard it works wonders!” The girl changed the subject abruptly, trying to lighten the somber atmosphere.
“You silly child…”
The mother and daughter then drifted into casual conversation, and Han Li could no longer glean any useful information.
From their dialogue, Han Li could tell that Lady Yan held deep affection for Doctor Mo and seemed trustworthy. After some thought, he decided it would be best to make contact with the Mo family, even though they were aware of Wu’s deception. After all, the cold poison in his body could flare up at any moment, so obtaining the Warm Sun Jade was his top priority.
With this in mind, Han Li reached into his robe and retrieved Doctor Mo’s token—a dragon-shaped ring. He quietly approached the window and flicked the ring through the paper pane into the room.
A clear *clink* echoed as the ring hit the floor, followed by startled exclamations from inside.
A moment later, Lady Yan’s composed voice rang out. “Which esteemed visitor has graced our humble home? I apologize for not welcoming you properly.”
Han Li smiled faintly but before he could respond, the girl’s surprised cry interrupted.
“How strange! It’s a ring! And it looks so familiar—it’s just like the one you wear, Mother!”
“Mother, come take a look!” Clearly, Mo Caihuan had picked up the ring and handed it to Lady Yan.
“The Dragon-Patterned Ring!” Lady Yan exclaimed in shock.
Hearing that she recognized the token, Han Li gently knocked twice on the door and announced clearly, “Disciple Han Li, following Master Mo’s orders, pays respects to Madame!”
The room fell into dead silence. Han Li’s words had clearly left them stunned.
“Come in,” Lady Yan’s voice finally sounded after a long pause.
Han Li pushed the door open gently and stepped inside.
As he entered, he saw an elegant woman in her thirties seated on a wooden chair, with a lovely girl of about fifteen or sixteen standing behind her. The girl bore a striking resemblance to the woman, clearly indicating a close blood relation.
Lady Yan was calmly examining the dragon-shaped ring he had thrown in, her expression neutral, showing no unusual reaction in Han Li’s presence.
The girl, Mo Caihuan, blinked her dark eyes curiously, studying Han Li with a faint, playful smile on her lips, exuding an air of clever mischief.
After a quick glance, Han Li stepped forward and bowed to Lady Yan.
“Greetings, Fourth Madame!”
A flicker of surprise passed through Lady Yan’s eyes—she had not expected Han Li to appear so ordinary.
However, she did not immediately respond to his greeting. Instead, she raised her left hand, revealing another dragon-patterned ring on her finger.
She gently pressed Han Li’s ring against her own, and the dragon patterns fit together seamlessly, without the slightest gap.
“The token is genuine. But do you have a handwritten letter from my husband?” Lady Yan asked mildly, a hint of a smile finally appearing.
Without a word, Han Li took out the prepared letter and handed it to her respectfully with both hands.
Pleased by his deference, Lady Yan nodded in satisfaction, accepted the letter, and unfolded it to read carefully.
Han Li stepped back and quietly observed his mistress’s expression, hoping to discern her attitude toward him—both as a disciple and a potential future son-in-law.
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