Chapter 110: Fox Charm

The contents of the letter Han Li had already read several times over, and what it said was not complicated—it stated that the letter-bearer, Han Li, was Physician Mo's closed-door disciple and could be trusted completely, and that if the Mo residence were to face any trouble at this time, Han Li could be sent to resolve it; so long as Han Li could keep the entire Mo residence safe, Lady Yan was to choose one of the three young ladies to betroth to Han Li as his wife, and the dowry was specified to be that "Warm Sun Jade," while Physician Mo himself claimed he had important matters to attend to and could not yet return to reunite with his wife and daughters, telling Lady Yan and the others not to worry. www. feiazw. com

Although Han Li did not find anything in the letter that would be disadvantageous to himself, he also knew that this letter must have been tampered with by Physician Mo, and would not be as simple as it appeared on the surface.

But since he himself could not find the trick in the letter, and he still hoped to gain the trust of the people of the Mo residence as soon as possible, he had no choice but to steel himself and hand the letter to Lady Yan; therefore he paid extra attention to every single move Lady Yan made at this moment, for he did not wish this Fourth Lady to suddenly see something in the letter, then immediately turn hostile and seize him to avenge Physician Mo.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario Han Li had imagined did not occur. After the beautiful Lady Yan finished reading the letter, she merely furrowed her brow tightly, then her expression became laden with worry, as though she had some matter difficult to decide.

"Huan'er, go call Second Mother, Third Mother, and Fifth Mother here, and say there's news about the Master!" Lady Yan turned her head and ordered Mo Caihuan in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Understood, Mother! I'll go right now." Mo Caihuan also knew the gravity of the matter, and obediently went on her errand, but just as she was about to leave the room she gave Han Li a pursed-lip smile, seeming quite interested in him.

"Your name is Han Li?" Lady Yan lifted her head, and her expression once again became dignified and elegant.

"Yes, Master's wife!" Han Li answered honestly.

"Can you tell me how my husband took you as his disciple?" Lady Yan said with a smile.

"As you wish!" Han Li hesitated for a moment, but then felt there was nothing worth hiding about the process of Physician Mo taking him as a disciple, so he picked and chose what to tell and slowly recounted it to Lady Yan.

"Eight years ago, Master Mo, because an old wound had not healed, was living in seclusion on Xiashan of the Seven Mysteries Sect in Yuezhou. It so happened that was when I first entered the mountain…" Han Li very naturally told the story of Physician Mo taking him as a disciple as seven parts truth and three parts falsehood; any information he could not possibly reveal to Lady Yan he simply adapted or glossed over lightly, but even so it still kept Lady Yan listening with rapt attention and great interest.

"…And so, three months ago, Master Mo had important matters to attend to and could not spare himself, but he was afraid that being away from the Mo residence too long would give his enemies a chance to make trouble for his wives, so he told me to come down the mountain first, go to the Mo residence to find his wives, and await their orders."

"What important matter does my husband have? So important that he couldn't even come home first?" After hearing Han Li's partly false, partly true account of his apprenticeship, Lady Yan sighed and suddenly asked softly, a note of grievance creeping into her words.

"Come home! Physician Mo has been dead for almost two years now—the corpse buried under the tree is nothing but a skeleton!" Han Li thought with a touch of self-mockery upon hearing this, but on his face he still answered with reverent trepidation:

"What matter? Master Mo didn't tell me, this junior, but it must certainly be something extremely important!" Han Li's answer was deliberately vague.

"Hmph! Is it that your Master told you to keep it from us?" Lady Yan said with a half-smile that wasn't quite a smile, but there was a hint of displeasure in her words.

"There is absolutely no such thing!" Han Li said aloud, but inwardly he gave a bitter smile—this Lady Yan really was quite suspicious!

Lady Yan looked unwilling to let it go, her mouth opening as if she meant to ask more.

And just then, the sound of disordered footsteps rang out from outside the room, and before the person even entered, an utterly coquettish feminine voice was heard.

"Fourth Sister, I heard there's news about my husband—is it true? That dead ghost, off for ten-odd years, wanting us sisters to live as widows!"

Han Li was first startled by the sweet, syrupy voice, but then was given a great shock by the content of her words.

"This 'grand lady' is a bit too fiery and sharp-tongued, isn't she!" Han Li thought in astonishment.

"Third Sister, mind your words—there are other people in the room!" another, slightly husky feminine voice said, mildly angry.

"I know! But I heard the letter-bearer is my husband's good disciple again! He wouldn't happen to be another fake, would he? What do you think, Fifth Sister!" the coquettish voice said with a light laugh.

"He wouldn't be. Since Fourth Sister called us here, it means this person is at least seventy or eighty percent trustworthy." an icy-cold voice said.

"True enough. I, too, greatly admire Fourth Sister's eye for people!" the coquettish voice said with a playful laugh, whether speaking in sarcasm or sincerely praising Lady Yan was unclear.

Upon hearing these words, Han Li stole a glance at Lady Yan, and saw Lady Yan with one hand pressed to her brow, her face full of helplessness—it seemed she too found the owner of that coquettish voice a great headache.

The door was finally pushed open, and several beautiful ladies filed in from outside one after another, with Mo Caihuan following at the very back and entering as well, though she pouted her little crimson lips, seemingly sulking.

The lady at the very front was about thirty-one or thirty-two, with a graceful and dignified appearance, clear brows and bright eyes, a hint of scholarly air between her brows—she must have been a talented beauty in her youth as well.

Han Li secretly nodded, then shifted his gaze to the young lady of twenty-three or twenty-four in the middle.

The moment Han Li clearly saw this woman's face, he felt his head buzz and instantly lost his wits, his whole being plunged into a sea of dazzling beauty from which he could not extricate himself. This woman was simply too enchanting and moving—she was actually three parts more gorgeous than Lady Mo Yuzhu whom Han Li had seen during the day, and that bewitching, infinitely alluring charm of a young married woman was something Lady Mo Yuzhu simply did not possess. If there really were fox spirits in this world, Han Li would absolutely believe this woman was one of them in disguise.

Just as Han Li was dazed and at a loss, a stream of cool air suddenly shot out from his dantian, traveled along his meridians and circled through his head once, instantly sobering him up.

Having regained his senses, Han Li was greatly shocked and dared not look at this woman any longer, hurriedly lowering his head to avoid her gaze.

"This young lady is so devastatingly beautiful that anyone who sees her becomes utterly spellbound! I don't know if it's the magic inherent in her peerless looks themselves, or if she's also practiced some soul-bewitching art." Han Li thought in horror.

Seeing that Han Li, upon meeting her, had been somewhat infatuated at first but then quickly sobered and was able to actively avoid her, the young lady's eyes could not help but flash with a strange glint.

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