Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 112: The Secret Message
"Fourth sister, hearing what you said, that young Han Li really does have some ability!" Second Madam Li said slowly, lightly furrowing her brow.
"Actually, putting everything else aside, his willpower is much stronger than that impostor from last time. I remember that Young Master Wu was fascinated by my heavenly fox great technique for an entire day after just one meeting with me before he regained his senses. But this Han Li was only a little dazed at first and quickly became clear-headed again. It shows his mental strength is extraordinary—not someone ordinary!" Third Madam hesitated for a moment, sighed, and finally spoke her mind.
At these words, the three women fell silent, each lost in thought, as if there were things they found difficult to say aloud.
After a while, Madam Yan gave a wry smile and finally took the initiative to speak: "If this person is really that capable, I wonder whether he is a blessing or a curse for the Mo Residence?"
"Take out the secret message, then we'll all understand!" Before Madam Yan finished speaking, the cold, elegant voice of Madam Wu came from outside, and she slowly walked in.
"I have already checked; there is no outsider within two hundred meters, and the guards on duty have been doubled!" Madam Wu said expressionlessly.
Madam Yan lowered her head and thought for a moment before finally speaking up.
"You all must remember what our husband said before he left. After he departed, if the letter he sent is an open one without a secret message, it means he is safe and sound, and we can rest assured. But if the letter indicates there is still a concealed secret message, then nine times out of ten, bad news is coming and we need to prepare ourselves mentally. As for this letter..."
"We all saw it. The letter indeed indicates that there is a hidden message inside. Whether it’s good news or bad news, this is something we must face sooner or later. Let's take out the real letter and have a look," Third Madam said, her voice no longer coquettish but filled with pain.
"Alright! Since everyone is prepared, let’s reveal the secret message!" Madam Yan said decisively.
She no longer hesitated, lightly took a teacup from a nearby table, and poured half a cup of cold water from a kettle into it. Then, she took the dragon-shaped ring on her finger and twisted it a few times until the ring split in two, revealing a layer of white powder hidden inside.
Madam Yan carefully poured the powder into the teacup, then looked at the others.
Under Madam Yan’s gaze, Second Madam Li was the first to stand up.
She moved gracefully to the table and raised her hand slightly, revealing that she also wore the same kind of ring on her delicate white finger.
Li also took out some powder from her ring and poured it into the teacup. However, the powder she had was red, somewhat different from Madam Yan’s.
Next, Third Madam and Madam Wu took turns doing the same. Each of them had a dragon-shaped ring with secret powders inside—yellow and black, respectively.
After everyone had done what they needed to do, Madam Yan picked up the teacup and gently shook it. The once colorful liquid inside gradually became clear and transparent.
"Alright, the transformation water is ready. Second sister, you’re the most skillful! It’s best for you to apply the solution onto the letter," Madam Yan humbly said to Second Madam.
Li smiled slightly at Madam Yan’s words and did not refuse; she took the solution and the letter and began working quietly.
For a time, except for Li applying the solution on the letter, the others remained silent, making the atmosphere in the room increasingly tense.
"Done. I’ve coated the entire letter. Now we need Fifth Sister’s help to dry it with internal energy!" Li said, standing up and wiping the sweat from her forehead with a smile directed at Madam Wu.
The cold and elegant Madam Wu nodded and quickly took the now damp letter.
She then extended her other hand, exerted some internal energy, causing her palm to emit a faint heat, and held the letter two to three inches above her palm, motionless, slowly drying it.