(This is the first update today, with a second update scheduled for noon. The book is currently aiming for the top rankings today—your support is greatly appreciated. Please make sure to vote for it. As long as the book makes the list, Wang Yu will continue updating with three installments daily.) The content of the letter, which Han Li had read numerous times, was not particularly complex. It simply stated that Han Li, the messenger, was a close disciple of Mo Doctor and could therefore be fully trusted. Should Mo Mansion face any difficulties at this time that required Han Li’s assistance, as long as Han Li ensured the safety of all its members, Mo Doctor would ask the Yan family to select one of their three daughters to marry him. The dowry was specifically mentioned to be the "Warm Sun Jade." As for Mo Doctor himself, he claimed to have urgent matters to attend to and would still not be able to return to reunite with his wife and daughters, urging the Yan family not to worry. Although Han Li did not detect any unfavorable elements in the letter, he knew it had undoubtedly been carefully adjusted by Mo Doctor, and thus was not as straightforward as it initially appeared. Yet, since he himself could not grasp the nuances of correspondence and still hoped to gain the trust of the Mo family promptly, he had no choice but to bravely hand over the letter to the Yin family. Thus, he paid close attention to every move of Yin, not wanting this fourth consort to suddenly detect something in the letter, only to immediately turn against him and take him down to avenge the Mo physician. Fortunately, the worst-case scenario that Han Li had feared did not unfold. After reading the letter, Yin merely furrowed her brows, her expression now deeply concerned, as though she were struggling with a difficult decision. "Huan'er, go and summon the second, third, and fifth daughters, and inform them that there is news from the lord!" Yin turned to her daughter, Mo Caiping, and issued the command with unwavering authority. "Understood, mother. I'll go right away," said Mo Caiping, knowing the gravity of the matter. She obediently stepped out, yet as she passed by, she gave Han Li a warm, subtle smile, clearly showing her growing interest in him. "You mean Han Li?" "Yan Shi raised her head, her expression now composed and graceful. "Yes, Madam," Han Li replied honestly. "Could you tell me how your husband came to take you as his disciple?" Yan Shi smiled gently. "Very well," Han Li hesitated slightly, but then felt that the process by which Doctor Mo had taken him as his disciple had nothing particularly to conceal. So he carefully recounted it to Yan Shi. "Eight years ago, Doctor Mo, still recovering from an old injury, retired to Caixia Mountain in Yuezhou's Qi Xuan Sect, where I first came to the mountain..." Han Li naturally presented the story with seven parts true and three parts embellished, omitting or lightly mentioning any details that could not be revealed to Yan Shi. Yet even so, Yan Shi listened intently, fully absorbed and engaged. "...Thus, three months ago, Master Mo was occupied with urgent matters and unable to spare time, yet he feared that if he stayed away from the Mo estate for too long, his rivals might cause trouble for the senior wives. So he asked me to descend first and come to the estate to serve under the senior wives, reporting directly to them." "What urgent matters did my husband have? Did he even return home to see us once?" After listening to Han Li's somewhat genuine yet somewhat fabricated account of his becoming a disciple, Yan Shi sighed deeply and suddenly asked with a quiet, slightly plaintive tone, tinged with resentment. "Home? Master Mo has been dead for nearly two years now—his body buried beneath the tree has long since turned to bones!" Upon hearing this, Han Li felt a touch of self-mockery, yet still answered with earnest humility. "What could it be? Master Mo never mentioned it to me, though I'm certain it must have been of great importance." Han Li's response was somewhat vague. "Hmph! Isn't it possible that your master asked you to keep this from us?" Yan Shi said with a half-smile, though her tone carried a subtle sense of displeasure. "Absolutely not!" "Han Li spoke aloud, yet inwardly chuckled quietly—this Yan family truly was quite suspicious! Yan seemed unwilling to accept it, her mouth opening as if she were about to ask more questions. At that moment, however, a noisy footstep sound came from outside the room, and before anyone had even entered, a delicate, charming voice rang out. "Fourth sister, I've heard there's news about my husband—true, isn't it? This deadbeat has been gone for over a decade, always making us sisters live as widows!" Han Li was momentarily stunned by the soft, sweet tone, but then startled by the content of the words. "This lady is quite fiery!" he thought in astonishment. "Third sister, please speak more carefully—there are others in the room!" a slightly huskier female voice, warm yet firm, interjected. "Understood! Though I've heard the messenger is one of my husband's disciples—could it still be a fake? What do you think, Fifth sister?" the charming voice replied with a light smile. "No, since the fourth sister has summoned us, it clearly means this person has at least seven or eight parts of credibility." A cold, composed voice spoke. "Indeed. I deeply admire the fourth sister's discernment!" The delicate, warm voice replied with a playful tone—whether in genuine praise or subtly implying the opposite, it was hard to tell. Han Li listened carefully and glanced at Yan Shi. He saw her gently pressing her forehead with one hand, looking visibly exasperated, clearly troubled by the graceful voice that had just spoken. Finally, the door was pushed open, and a series of beautiful women entered one after another. Mo Caihuan followed last, stepping in as well, her small mouth pursed, clearly displeased. The first woman entering was about thirty-one or thirty-two, elegant and well-mannered, with a clear, refined appearance and a subtle scholarly grace about her—indicating she must have been a cultured woman in her youth. Han Li nodded silently and then turned his gaze to the woman in the middle, who was in her twenties or early thirties. Han Li刚看清这位女子的面容，便觉得头脑“嗡”地一声，瞬间失神，整个人完全沉醉于她那绚丽动人的风姿之中，无法自拔。这位女子娇艳绝伦，竟比韩立白天所见的墨玉珠更美三分，而且那种风流万种的少妇风韵，更是墨玉珠所无法企及的。若说世上真有狐仙，韩立坚信，这位女子便是由其幻化而成。 正当韩立神思恍惚、不知所措之际，一股凉意忽然从丹田升起，沿着经脉一路奔涌至脑中，旋即让他立刻清醒过来。 恢复神智后，韩立大为惊异，不敢再直视这位女子，急忙低头避开她的眼神。 “这少妇实在太倾国倾城了，竟能让见到她的人神魂颠倒！不知是她绝世容颜本身所具有的魔力，还是另有迷魂之术。”韩立心中骇然地想道。 The young wife, upon seeing Han Li approach her, was initially enchanted, but soon regained her composure and began to actively step aside, which caught her eyes with a subtle expression of surprise.