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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: The Secret Letter

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(Finally made it onto the list—this all thanks to everyone's support. I'd like to sincerely thank all my fellow readers! However, there's still a constant risk of dropping off the list, so I hope you'll continue to support this book and keep it from falling down. This is the third update today. As long as we're on the list, I'll keep ramping up the updates—definitely aiming for one chapter every day! I'm off now to write tomorrow's morning chapter. Thank you all so much!) "Given what the fourth sister said, that young man from the Han family truly has some real talent!" Lady Li, the second wife, gently furrowed her brows and said slowly. "In fact, aside from that, his focus has improved significantly compared to the previous impostor. I remember that young lord from the Wu family was completely enchanted by my celestial fox technique after just one meeting, and it took him the whole day to recover. In contrast, this young man from the Han family was only slightly dazzled at first, but quickly regained his composure—clearly demonstrating exceptional mental strength, far beyond an ordinary person!" Lady Zhang hesitated slightly, then sighed, and finally shared her genuine thoughts. As soon as these words were spoken, a quiet settled between the three of them, each of them lost in thought, as though there was something they wished to say but could not find the words. After a while, Lady Yan smiled slightly, and finally broke the silence, speaking first: "This person is so formidable—will we find him to be a blessing or a curse for our Mo family?" "Bring out the sealed message, and everyone will see right away!" Before Lady Yan had finished speaking, the voice of the cold, elegant lady, Lady Wu, stepped in smoothly from outside, her tone calm and composed, and then slowly entered the room. "I have personally inspected the area—there is absolutely no one within a radius of two hundred meters, and the guards have been doubled in strength!" Lady Wu said, her expression unchanged. Lady Yan lowered her head and thought for a moment, then finally spoke. "You must all remember what our lord said when he departed. If, after his departure, any message sent to us is a clear one with no sealed message, it will mean he is safe and sound—then we may rest assured." If the letter carried indicates the presence of a hidden message, there is a strong likelihood that unpleasant news will arrive—let us therefore prepare ourselves mentally. As for this letter… "We have all seen it—the letter clearly states that a hidden message is enclosed. Whether it is good news or bad, this is something we must eventually face. Let us then retrieve the genuine letter and examine it." Lady San's voice, once delicate and graceful, now carried a tone of deep sorrow. "Very well! Since everyone has prepared themselves, let us now reveal the hidden message!" Lady Yan spoke decisively. With no further hesitation, she gently picked up a teacup from the table nearby, then filled it halfway with cool water from the pitcher. Next, she lightly twisted her dragon-shaped ring several times, and to everyone's surprise, it snapped in two, revealing a white powder concealed within its inner layer. Lady Yan carefully poured the powder into the teacup and then turned her gaze toward the others. Under Lady Yan's steady gaze, Lady Li was the first to rise. She gracefully approached the table, raising her hand slightly—her pale fingers now bearing a ring identical to the one on the table. Li's family also extracted a generous amount of powdered medicine from her ring and poured it into the teacup. However, the color of her powder was red, differing somewhat from Yan's. Next, the Third and Fifth Madams followed suit, each performing the same gesture. They too each wore a dragon-shaped ring, with their concealed powders being yellow and black respectively. After all the ladies had completed their respective tasks, Yan took the teacup and gently shook it. To everyone's surprise, the originally multicolored liquid within became clear and transparent. "All set," said Yan modestly to her younger sister, "The 'revealing water' is now ready. You're the most dexterous and resourceful, second sister—perhaps it's best that you handle the letter writing." Li, listening to Yan, smiled gently and without hesitation, accepted the medicine and the letter, then began working quietly at her task. For the next while, aside from Lady Li gently dabbing medicinal water on the letters, everyone else remained silent, making the atmosphere in the room grow increasingly tense. "Done! I've gone over each sheet thoroughly with the water. Now it's time for Miss Wu to help with the inner energy to dry them," Lady Li straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled warmly at the fifth lady. The cold, composed woman nodded and promptly took the damp sheets in her hands. Then, she extended her other hand, exerting a slight internal energy so that her palm emitted a gentle warmth. She placed the sheets a few inches above her palm and held them there motionless, allowing them to slowly dry. Not long after, the letters were completely dry—the black ink had vanished entirely, revealing instead delicate red characters. These were the secret messages the ink doctor had carefully prepared for Han Li to deliver to his wife and daughters—messages meant to remain hidden. As for Han Li, he was completely unaware of what had transpired in the house after his departure. At that very moment, he was deeply troubled by the little fairy before him. The young lady from Mozhou had boldly demanded, right on the way, what she called her senior's "welcome gift." "What would Sister-in-Training like as a gift?" Han Li, helpless, had to endure the situation and prepare to meet her demands. "Anything from jewelry to interesting or delightful items would be perfect—I'm not particular at all! If that's not possible, even seven or eight thousand taels of silver would be acceptable, which would count as a passing grade!" Mo Caihan blinked her dark, innocent eyes, speaking with genuine simplicity. "Seven or eight thousand taels?" Han Li nearly stumbled to the ground upon hearing this. "This little fairy truly has high expectations—she's not at all afraid of being seen as demanding!" "Even with all the silver I have, I don't have that much. And even if I did, I simply couldn't afford to give it to her—she really sees herself as the one being taken for a fool!" Han Li thought this to himself, though his expression remained unchanged, his gaze on the girl now subtly conveying his thoughts. Mo Caifeng also noticed a few subtle thoughts in Han Li's eyes right away. With her mouth pouting, she deliberately exclaimed in a lively tone, "Han Senior Brother, surely you're not going to give your new, adorable junior sister anything at all, are you? After all, that Wu young lord who came two years ago presented his new acquaintance with over ten thousand taels of silver right upon meeting!" Han Li heard this and felt truly indignant. That Wu family was clearly after both wealth and beauty from your household! I have absolutely no such intentions—on the contrary, I'm now under your father's subtle malice, and my life is in constant danger! Outraged, Han Li simply stopped speaking, gazing steadily upward, motionless. He wanted to see how this little sprite could extract the most advantage from him. Mo Caifeng, seeing the plain, unassuming black-haired young man who had been acting foolishly, silent and unresponsive, completely ignoring her, grew a bit anxious inside. Since she had swindled a substantial sum of savings from that fake a year ago, she has been dreaming night after night of another opportunity to land a big, unexpected blow—something that would allow her to exact a heavy toll. Now that such a chance has finally come again, this seemingly genuine disciple of her father's proves stubborn and unyielding, with a tenacity thicker than a city wall. How can he, so charming and endearing, be so indifferent and stiff with her, showing not a single trace of compassion! Didn't she just weep openly, pouring out all her emotion on stage? Yet he remains unmoved—how utterly infuriating!