Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 117: Reconciliation
After hearing Han Li’s words, the women’s faces quickly shifted from pale to flushed, adding a touch of charm to their countenances!
Madam Yan was the first to recover from her anger. She lightly adjusted the jade hairpin in her bun and calmly said, “Even if you truly are an immortal cultivator, and not afraid of this mysterious incense, how can you ignore the cold poison within you?” She was still holding onto her final trump card.
Han Li’s smile instantly faded upon hearing this. Doctor Mo had indeed given these women the only weapon capable of threatening him.
“That’s right, I do have cold poison in my body, but before it fully manifests, I wouldn’t mind wiping out your entire residence!” Han Li’s tone was calm, but the ruthlessness behind his words was unmistakable to the women.
Madam Yan was silent for a moment without responding. The others followed suit. It seemed that when it came to life-and-death matters, the person who truly ruled the Mo Residence was Fourth Madam Yan.
“Since we are cautious of each other and don’t want both sides to suffer, it seems we have no choice but to talk this through,” Madam Yan said coolly after a brief silence.
“Of course, I don’t want to die so miserably at such a young age either!” Concerned for his own life, Han Li dropped any pretense and gladly agreed to the proposal.
So, he returned to sit opposite Madam Yan.
“However, before we negotiate, I would like to ask you to tell me again how my husband was killed. After all, we are married, and only by knowing the real cause of his death can I be at peace. But rest assured, even if he truly died at your hands, we have no other intentions. We are just a widow and her children; we wouldn’t foolishly pick a fight we can’t win or seek death ourselves!” Madam Yan’s last words were full of sorrow, as if Han Li were a tyrant oppressing their family.
Seeing her expression, Han Li felt a headache coming on. Although he knew she was acting, Madam Yan’s pitiful look still stirred some sympathy within him.
It was just telling them how Doctor Mo died — there was nothing to hide. After all, Han Li believed that Doctor Mo’s death was not his fault but that of Yu Zitong, who brought it upon himself.
“Alright! I can tell you the details of Doctor Mo’s death. If, after hearing it, you still insist on avenging him, I will be ready to accept the challenge!” Han Li hesitated but agreed.
“Thank you, young master!” Madam Yan’s face immediately brightened with joy upon hearing Han Li’s willingness to tell the truth.
“This is what happened. I was deceived by Doctor Mo, practiced the everlasting spring technique for more than four years before realizing…”
Han Li calmly recounted how he was tricked by Doctor Mo, poisoned, and forced to practice the everlasting spring technique.
He described how Doctor Mo tried to seize his body, attempting to be reborn through it but ended up having his primordial spirit devoured. He also detailed Yu Zitong’s appearance and the sinister plot he had set up. Finally, he revealed how he discovered the cold poison inside and had to come to Lanzhou to obtain the warm sun jade to detoxify himself. Han Li wanted these women to know that he was the real victim in Doctor Mo’s death and owed nothing to the Mo Residence.
After hearing Han Li’s thrilling story, Madam Yan and the others exchanged glances.
If what Han Li said was true, then their husband’s death could not be blamed on him. Moreover, the methods and schemes Doctor Mo used against Han Li matched the man they knew perfectly, and nothing contradicted the information revealed in the secret letter. It seemed Han Li’s account was largely truthful.
“If everything you said is true, then my husband’s death truly should not be blamed on you. It’s all the fault of Yu Zitong’s treachery. Otherwise, how could my husband have died?” Madam Yan sighed lightly, surprising Han Li with her words.
“Madam Yan is too biased towards her husband, lightly blaming all of Doctor Mo’s faults on the dead man Yu Zitong, completely absolving her husband as if he were also a victim,” Han Li said with wide eyes, silently expressing his thoughts through his gaze.