(The book will start competing for category rankings tomorrow, so I've taken two days off next week to stay home and write exclusively for everyone. I plan to post three updates a day for the next two days, and if we make the list, I'll continue taking extended leave to keep delivering fresh content. Therefore, readers who have been feeling the updates from Wen Yu are too slow—please absolutely vote for Wen Yu! Those who enjoy the book are also warmly encouraged to support it. Each of your votes matters greatly right now—please make sure to vote for this book tomorrow! Our collection has now surpassed five thousand, and with your help, we have a strong chance of making the rankings. Thank you so much—I'm off now to keep writing!) "Really, that Wu is unbearable—how could he fabricate a letter under his father's name, asking his elder sister to marry him? It's absolutely infuriating." Mo Caihuan said with growing frustration, clearly deeply resentful of Wu Jianming. "Still, it's fortunate that it's specifically your elder sister. If he had asked for either you or Feng Wu to marry him, I'd honestly have no idea what to do!" To be honest, how could you and Feng Wu endure such insincere pretenses with him? It's only been Zhu Zhu who has had to bear the burden—wouldn't your husband surely blame me upon his return?" Yan Shi sighed softly. "Mother, how could Father blame you? Didn't our elder sister initiate the arrangement with this Wu family?" Mo Caihuan quickly comforted Yan Shi. "You're so naive," said Yan Shi. "It's Zhu Zhu who has had to make this sacrifice for our Mo family and the Jingjiao Society! Though, I'll only ask that our elder sister and this impostor maintain the appearance of cordiality—by no means will I truly marry our elder sister to him. Should things continue to drag on, then I'll have no choice but to confront him and take him down!" As Yan Shi spoke the last words, her tone grew cold. After she finished speaking, the room fell silent—clearly both mother and daughter understood what confrontation would mean. "When will Father finally return?" Mo Caihuan asked quietly after a while. "My father once said that he would return within two or three years, at the very most five or six years." Yin Shi said, her voice subdued. "Yet now it's nearly ten years, and I can hardly remember what my father looked like!" Mo Caihuan spoke slowly. "Don't worry! My father is a true outstanding figure of his generation, and possesses extraordinary skills. He absolutely can't be in any trouble. There must be some other matter that has delayed him. He will surely return to the Mo family soon." Yin Shi seemed to be speaking to her daughter, yet also to comfort herself. "By the way, my second sister, Fengwu, has prepared a tonic that invigorates and nourishes the complexion. I've brought it for you. Mother, you might try it—she says it's quite effective!" The girl, eager to break the stillness in the room, suddenly changed the subject and brought up other matters. "You always are so thoughtful..." ... The two continued chatting about everyday matters, and Han Li found himself unable to gather any further useful information. From the conversation between the mother and daughter, Han Li had already sensed the deep affection and trust between Yin Shi and the Dr. Mo. He then reflected a bit and decided that although the people of the Mo family knew that the young lord Wu was a fake, it would still be better for them to make contact with the two. After all, his current illness—its toxicity could flare up at any moment—meant that securing the Warm Sun Jade was now the priority. With this in mind, Han Li reached into his sleeve and produced Dr. Mo’s token—a dragon-shaped ring—and quietly walked to the window. He then tossed the ring through the window paper into the room. A clear sound of "clink" followed as the ring landed, and a gasp rose from within. A moment later, Yin Shi’s composed voice came from inside. "Who could this distinguished guest be? We have not had the opportunity to welcome you properly—please forgive us!" Han Li smiled slightly, yet had not yet opened his mouth when he heard the girl’s exclamation. "Quite strange! How come the one who just entered is a ring?" "This ring feels so familiar—it's just like the one Mother wears!" "Mother! Look at this!" Clearly, Mo Cai had picked up the ring and presented it to Yan Shi. "Dragon-embossed ring!" Yan Shi exclaimed in surprise. Hearing that the ring was recognized as a token of identity, Han Li lightly tapped the door twice and announced in a clear voice, "I am Han Li, summoned by Master Mo, to pay my respects to the Master's wife." The moment Han Li's words reached the room, everyone fell silent—his words clearly had a profound impact, leaving them momentarily stunned. "Please come in," came Yan Shi's voice after a while, finally inviting him to enter. Han Li then gently pushed open the door and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he noticed a beautiful lady in her thirties seated on a wooden chair, with a young girl of about fifteen or sixteen standing behind her. The girl's appearance bore a striking resemblance to the lady—about seven or eight parts alike—clearly indicating a close familial bond between them. At that moment, the elegant Lady Yan, carefully holding the dragon-shaped ring that had just been placed there by Han Li, maintained a calm expression, showing no unusual reaction before Han Li. Behind her, the girl Mo Caihuan stood, her dark eyes blinking curiously as she observed Han Li, her lips slightly upturned in a half-smile, exuding a whimsical, fairy-like charm. After having taken in his appearance, Han Li approached and bowed respectfully to Lady Yan. "Good morning, Fourth Matron!" Lady Yan's eyes widened slightly, surprised by Han Li's unremarkable looks. Yet she did not immediately respond to his greeting, instead raising her left hand to reveal another dragon-patterned ring on her finger. She gently brought Han Li's ring close to the one on her own hand, and the two dragon motifs seamlessly aligned, fitting together perfectly with no gap appearing between them. "Indeed," she said, "the token is genuine!" But did you have your husband's personal letter with you?" Only then did Yan Shi reveal a few gentle smiles and ask warmly. Upon hearing this, Han Li immediately produced the letter he had prepared in advance and handed it to her with both hands. Seeing Han Li's respectful demeanor, Yan Shi nodded in satisfaction before taking the letter and carefully unfolding it to read it. Han Li stepped back to the side and quietly observed his mother-in-law's expressions, hoping to detect any subtle shifts in her attitude toward him—his visiting disciple and future son-in-law.