"This surnamed Wu is truly despicable—in that forged letter, he actually used Father's name to demand that Eldest Sister marry him! It's absolutely infuriating!" Mo Caihuan said through gritted teeth, her hatred for Wu Jianming clearly running deep.
"But fortunately, he named your Eldest Sister. If he had demanded that you or Fengwu marry him, I really wouldn't have known what to do! Given both of your tempers, how could you possibly endure playing along with such a hypocrite? Still, poor Yuzhu has to bear this burden alone. I wonder whether my husband will blame me when he returns?" Madam Yan sighed softly.
"Mother, how could Father blame you? Wasn't it Eldest Sister who volunteered to deal with this surnamed Wu in the first place?" Mo Caihuan hurried to comfort Madam Yan.
"Silly child, Yuzhu had no choice but to do this for the sake of our Mo residence and the Fearful Flood Dragon Association! Still, I will only let your Eldest Sister play along with this impostor to a certain point—I will never truly give her to him. If it becomes impossible to stall any longer, we'll have no choice but to turn on him and take him down!" When Madam Yan spoke those last words, her voice turned cold.
After these words left her mouth, the room fell silent once more. Both mother and daughter understood clearly what turning on Wu Jianming would truly mean.
"When will Father actually return?" Mo Caihuan asked after a long pause, her voice wistful.
"Your father said before he left that it would be two or three years at the shortest, five or six at the longest," Madam Yan replied with a melancholy expression.
"But it's been nearly ten years now—I can barely even remember what Father looks like!" Mo Caihuan said slowly.
"Don't worry. Your father is a hero of his generation, and he possesses extraordinary skills. Nothing could have happened to him! He must have been delayed by some important matter, and he'll return to the Mo residence soon." Madam Yan seemed to be speaking to her daughter, yet also seemed to be comforting herself.
"Oh, by the way—Second Sister Fengwu refined a spirit medicine for refreshing the mind and beautifying the complexion, and she asked me to bring it to you. Mother, you should try it! I've heard it works wonderfully." To break the oppressive atmosphere in the room, the girl abruptly changed the subject.
"You silly child…"
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The mother and daughter continued chatting about trivial household matters, and Han Li could no longer overhear anything useful.
From their conversation, Han Li had gathered that Madam Yan shared a deep bond with Doctor Mo, and she could likely be trusted. After turning things over in his mind, he concluded that although the people of the Mo residence already knew this Young Master Wu was an impostor, it would still be better to make contact with them. After all, the yin poison in his body could flare up at any moment, and it would be best to get his hands on the Warm Sun Jade first.
Having made up his mind, Han Li reached into his robe and pulled out Doctor Mo's token of recognition—a dragon-shaped ring. He then crept quietly to the window outside the room and, with a flick of his wrist, tossed the ring through the paper window pane into the room.
A clear metallic clink sounded as the ring hit the floor, followed by startled cries from inside.
A moment later, Madam Yan's composed yet dignified voice rang out.
"Which esteemed guest has graced our humble home? I, Madam Yan, failed to welcome you at the gate—please forgive the slight!"
Han Li smiled faintly. Before he could open his mouth to reply, he heard the girl's startled scream.