Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 115: Sudden Crisis
Just as Han Li and Yan Ge reached the second floor, before Yan Ge could even knock on the door, the voice of Madam Yan came from inside.
“Is that Han Li and Yan Ge?”
“Yes, Fourth Madam!” Yan Ge quickly stopped and answered respectfully.
“Yan Ge, you go back first. Let Han Li enter alone.” Madam Yan’s calm voice came, carrying a coldness that made Han Li’s heart skip a beat.
“As you command.” Yan Ge clearly respected Madam Yan and didn’t hesitate in following her order. After giving Han Li a smile, she quietly retreated down the stairs, leaving Han Li alone outside the room upstairs.
Han Li’s gaze turned cold as he looked at the door. He didn’t immediately push it open but instead released his spiritual awareness to sense the situation inside. He didn’t want to rush in only to be cut down by a hidden ambush — it was better to be cautious.
The room was quiet, and there weren’t many people. Only the breathing and heartbeat of Madam Yan and a few others could be sensed. It seemed no one unexpected was inside, which put Han Li’s mind somewhat at ease.
He stepped forward and knocked lightly twice on the door, then pushed it open to take a glance before planning to enter.
However, the scene inside caused Han Li’s face to change drastically. His foot stopped mid-air, unable to take a step forward.
The room was the same one he had visited the night before, with the same furniture and decorations. The only difference was the attire of the women inside.
Madam Yan and the other beautiful ladies were all dressed in plain white mourning clothes, sitting upright on chairs, their cold eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.
Han Li’s face paled slightly—not out of fear, but from anger toward the late Doctor Mo.
Clearly, that old fox Doctor Mo had set a trap again. The letter he left behind was indeed as Han Li had suspected—there was more to it than met the eye. These tigresses had already learned of Doctor Mo’s death from it and were clearly waiting here for the murderer of their husband to show up.
Han Li took a deep breath, his expression returning to normal. Then he strode into the room without any sign of courtesy, choosing a single chair to sit on boldly across from the women. He said nothing, simply watching them, intending to see how these women would deal with him.
Han Li’s blatant audacity and readiness to tear things open caught Madam Yan and the others off guard, throwing them into confusion. Their expressions varied greatly.
Second Madam Li’s face turned pale. She was clearly furious. Just yesterday, Han Li had called her “Mistress,” but today he dared openly to stare at them without respect. Coming from a scholarly family that valued seniority and respect, how could she not be trembling with anger at such disrespect?
Third Madam Liu, on the other hand, was quite different. She didn’t seem angry but rather intrigued, casting her gaze back at Han Li with interest. However, given her stunning charm, Han Li did not dare to look at her too closely—only a quick glance passed over her face.
Madam Yan, like the cold and aloof Madam Wang, maintained a calm but frosty stare, her eyes frozen with icy intent.
“You’re very bold, my late husband’s closed-door disciple!” After a long moment of staring, Madam Yan finally spoke, her words dripping with sarcasm, clear to everyone present.
“Ladies, if you want to ask or say something, just say it plainly. I don’t want to hear nonsense, nor do I want to speak nonsense,” Han Li said expressionlessly.
Han Li knew very well that if there was anything worse than arguing with one woman, it was having to verbally spar with several at once. Instead of wasting effort sorting through facts, it was better to cut straight to the core, he thought.
Besides, since there were no hidden assassins in the room, it showed these women weren’t ready to attack yet. That meant either they had some reservations or they needed something from him. Either way, there was no need to be polite. After all, Doctor Mo’s death was his own doing—Han Li felt no shame.