Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo slipped away as fast as he could, practically fleeing from Feng Niang's courtyard.

This Feng Niang is simply a vixen.

Her flirting skills are getting better and better.

Lin Mo mentally complained as he quickened his pace.

But as soon as they rounded a moon gate, a figure rushed towards them in a flurry of activity.

The other person also seemed extremely anxious and wasn't paying attention to where they were going.

Lin Mo reacted extremely quickly, and with a light step, he instinctively tried to dodge to the side.

But it was too late.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

It was less of a collision and more of a sudden fall into his arms.

It felt soft and warm to the touch, with an amazing elasticity, and a familiar, faint fragrance instantly reached my nose.

"Ouch!"

The person in his arms let out a cry of pain, clutching their forehead, their voice filled with both anxiety and anger.

Lin Mo looked closely and saw that the person who had barged in was none other than his second wife, Qin Ruxue.

At this moment, Qin Ruxue was covering her forehead, which was red from the impact, her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her face was full of anxiety.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Mo took the opportunity to support her shoulder and asked with concern.

"Are you in a hurry? Why are you running like that?"

Qin Ruxue was both anxious and annoyed. She was about to scold him, "You're the one who's in a hurry," but when she looked up and saw that it was Lin Mo, her immense anxiety instantly overwhelmed all her emotions.

She forgot all about being shy, grabbed Lin Mo's arm, and said urgently.

"Husband! Something terrible has happened!"

"Something's happened!"

Lin Mo noticed her strange expression and his heart sank.

"Take your time, don't rush."

Qin Ruxue took two deep breaths, her chest heaving violently, trying to make her voice sound calm, but she couldn't suppress her anxiety.

"The spy you brought back..."

"He's dead."

Lin Mo's pupils contracted.

"How did he die?"

He committed suicide.

Qin Ruxue's tone was filled with regret and self-blame.

"I had just sent people to tie him up when he woke up and immediately bit the poison sac hidden in his teeth."

"By the time we realized it, he was already dead, with black blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and his body was convulsing."

Lin Mo frowned.

Suicide squad.

They were indeed specially trained assassins.

"Let's go take a look."

……

In the dark and damp dungeon.

Chen Guang's body lay stiffly on a pile of dry grass.

His eyes were wide open, and instead of fear, his face was frozen in a strange, fanatical smile.

The trace of black blood hanging at the corner of his mouth had long since dried.

Lin Mo squatted down and pried open his mouth.

A faint aroma of bitter almonds wafted out.

A tiny groove was clearly visible in his molar, where the venom sac had long since shattered.

Highly poisonous.

It melts in your mouth; even a god couldn't save it.

Qin Ruxue stood to the side, looking at the corpse, her hands clenched into fists.

"It's all my fault."

She spoke in a low voice, her voice filled with suppressed anger and guilt.

"I should have knocked all his teeth out! I was so careless!"

Lin Mo stood up and gently patted her shoulder.

"It's not your fault."

His voice was calm.

"This kind of person is obsessed with dying. Even if you knock out his teeth, he can still kill himself by banging his head against a wall. There's no way to stop him."

"It was my oversight. I didn't expect that the Third Prince was raising such a mad dog that doesn't even consider itself human."

Qin Ruxue raised her head, her expression somewhat anxious.

"But now...the person is dead, what do we do?"

"Yeah, what should we do..."

Lin Mo released her hand, took a couple of steps, and his expression became serious.

"The death is a minor matter; the problem is that we can no longer follow the original plan to have him pass on false information to that third prince."

As soon as Lin Mo returned to Dingbei Prefecture, he accessed Chen Guang's memories.

His original plan was to use this spy to write a fake secret letter and send it back to the capital.

Tell the Third Prince that the Thirteen Fiends of the Ghost Gate mission was successful, and the remnants of the Lin family have been reduced to ashes.

This way, at least we can buy ourselves more time to develop.

During this time, he can focus on consolidating the forces in Blackwind City and developing his own power.

There is no need to worry about the capital immediately sending a second or third wave of even stronger enemies.

But now, Chen Guangyi is dead.

Back in the capital, the failure to receive Chen Guang's secret letter for so long would inevitably make them realize something was wrong.

The Thirteen Deadly Ghosts have vanished without a trace.

The spy, who had been lying in wait for many years, vanished without a trace.

Even if the Third Prince was stupid, he could guess that something had happened in Black Wind City.

"We don't have much time left."

Lin Mo's tone was somewhat heavy.

Qin Ruxue's face also turned somewhat pale.

She certainly understood what this meant.

Dingbei Prefecture had just experienced a bloody battle. Although it won, it also exposed its strength.

Once the capital city reacts, it will send top experts.

Alternatively, they could send a real army under the pretext of the Lin family's rebellion.

The Lin family's current strength is simply no match for them.

Seeing Lin Mo's furrowed brows, Qin Ruxue felt even more distressed.

She felt that not only had she not helped Lin Mo, but she had actually...

Just then, a thought flashed through Qin Ruxue's mind like lightning.

"perhaps……"

"Perhaps there's another way!"

Qin Ruxue suddenly spoke.

Lin Mo turned to look at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"What method?"

"Forgery! We can have someone imitate this spy's handwriting and write a fake letter to send back!"

Qin Ruxue's eyes lit up.

"As long as the imitation is convincing enough, people in the capital might not be able to tell the difference between the real and the fake!"

Imitation of handwriting?

Lin Mo pinched the bridge of his nose; he had considered this idea before.

But the risk is too great.

"no."

Lin Mo directly denied it.

"Those who manipulate intelligence year after year have a nose that's sharper than a dog's."

"Handwriting, ink stains, paper usage, and even a punctuation habit can reveal our true nature."

"Once we're exposed, it'll only alert them and make them come even faster."

The radiance on Qin Ruxue's face dimmed.

Yes, it's not that easy...

But she was unwilling to give up and racked her brains to think. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and froze.

"No...maybe...maybe there really is someone who can."

"Who?"

Lin Mo's curiosity was piqued.

Qin Ruxue's gaze became somewhat complicated.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

"Sixth Sister".

"Shen Qinghe".

Sixth Sister-in-law?

A vague impression surfaced in Lin Mo's mind.

The sixth sister-in-law, who usually lives a secluded life, rarely sees anyone, and seems to have a somewhat introverted personality.

Seemingly noticing Lin Mo's confusion, Qin Ruxue added:

"My husband, you don't know this, but my sixth sister comes from a scholarly family in Jiangnan. The Shen family was once a very famous and prominent family in the area, but later their fortunes declined."

"She was well-versed in poetry and literature from a young age, and was especially skilled in calligraphy, writing exquisite small regular script."

"I once overheard my eldest sister mention that my sixth sister has a special skill: she can imitate the handwriting of anyone in the world perfectly."

Lin Mo's heart stirred.

Are there really such talented people?

Where is she?

"I'll take you there!"

Qin Ruxue grabbed Lin Mo's wrist and turned to walk quickly out of the dungeon.