"Take a look at this."
The second wife calmly accepted the letter. If one looked closely, one could see the fear in her eyes, though it was concealed by the flickering candlelight.
How could I not be afraid!
The last time she received such a letter from her mother-in-law was when she received news of her youngest son's death.
What about this time?
Whose is it?
If it's good news, the mother-in-law doesn't need to hide it like this; she can just tell her alone.
This vast Mu mansion desperately needs a joyous occasion to alleviate the unease and grief in everyone's hearts.
The second wife opened the letter in her hand, but when she saw the scribbles that looked like gibberish, her breath caught in her throat. She then became agitated and instinctively gasped for air.
The seemingly illegible characters on the screen were actually a secret code devised by several younger members of the family.
The meaning is simple: May you be well in twelve days, and do not worry.
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. The first thing I did as the tears fell was to hold the letter away so that they wouldn't wet it and ruin the words.
The old lady frowned deeply: "We don't know where this letter came from, but the handwriting and the coded message are definitely Little Twelfth's, but..."
Knowing what her mother-in-law was about to say, the second wife spoke first: "But Da Mao is indeed dead. This news is certain and there is no mistake."
"But the handwriting is definitely Da Mao's, there's no mistake, and this secret code, only the eighth to thirteenth children in the family know it!"
The second wife gradually calmed down and began to analyze the situation one by one.
"And none of the children would make such a joke about this."
“Mother, who can say for sure what’s going on on the frontier? What if… what if Da Mao really didn’t die? What if he had an accident and is still alive, and the one who died wasn’t Da Mao?”
"Didn't the Taoist priest say that the Great Mao would face a major calamity and encounter misfortune, but would be able to turn bad luck into good?"
The second wife was like a drowning person who had finally grasped a glimmer of hope; she wouldn't let go.
When she was young, she didn't know why the matriarch of a military family, a mother-in-law who was decisive and ruthless in her youth, would gradually begin to believe in gods and Buddhas.
Now she understands.
In my youth, I was arrogant and unruly, and I didn't believe in gods or Buddhas. But after watching my loved ones pass away one by one, and experiencing the pain of parents sending off their children, I realized...
Believing in gods and Buddhas is nothing more than the last glimmer of hope in despair.
Liang Mansion.
Mo Han strode in from outside the door, closed it, and whispered in Liang Tian'er's ear.
"Miss, the letter has been passed through several hands before finally reaching Wuyou Hall."
"That's good."
Liang Tian'er was thinking about that letter.
She hadn't expected that Wuyoutang was actually related to the Mu family.
She never expected, or rather, she couldn't understand, how there could be a member of the Mu family in Taoyuan County, and why such a secret letter wasn't delivered in person, but instead secretly placed on her desk.
Are you so sure she'll help?
Liang Tian'er casually asked, "Has anything major happened in the Mu family recently?"
"Miss, does the recent death of the twelfth young master of the Mu family on the battlefield count?"
Liang Tian'er was silent for a moment, then said, "Among the younger generation of the Mu family, including the twelfth young master, four have already perished on the frontier."
Mo Han: "The Mu family is a family of loyal martyrs."
Liang Tian'er nodded in approval with admiration.
"Yes, General Zhongyong and his generation encountered the Battle of Hanxuemen. The Mu family was devastated, and almost all the men and women perished in those years of fierce fighting."
"After fifteen years of peace and prosperity, this generation has grown in number again. However, the Northern Barbarians have also become stronger. Last year, they even encountered an unprecedented winter. If this continues this year, they may be forced to go to war with the Great Yu."
"Fortunately, in recent years our country has been able to recuperate and thrive, with favorable weather and abundant harvests, and our national strength is strong, so we can still guarantee food supplies."
Liang Tian'er closed the ledger and sighed, "I wonder how Sister Jiang and the others are doing with their restaurant in Taoyuan County."
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