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

Using Chen Guang's memory, Lin Mo quickly found the switch to the secret room in the general store.

"Click".

A slight click of a mechanism.

The floor beneath the counter slowly slid away, revealing a dark hole.

Upon seeing the opening, Shen Qinghe involuntarily shrank back.

Lin Mo didn't waste any words and jumped down first, the faint light of the tinderbox flickering in front of him.

He turned around and reached out his hand to Shen Qinghe above him.

"It's okay, come down, it's safe."

The items, layout, and structure of the entire grocery store were clearly imprinted in his mind.

He knew there was no danger here.

But Shen Qinghe didn't know that.

She stood at the cave entrance, staring into the bottomless darkness, her body stiff and her limbs icy cold.

The bloody scene from not long ago was still haunting her, and the smell of blood in the alley seemed to linger in her nose.

This place made her very uncomfortable, and it made her instinctively want to escape, to get as far away as possible.

But looking at Lin Mo's outstretched hand in the darkness, she felt that it was perhaps the safest place.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Qinghe still placed her cold little hand, trembling, into Lin Mo's warm palm.

With a slight exertion of force, Lin Mo easily brought her down.

"ah!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Shen Qinghe gasp in surprise.

She then bumped into a warm and strong embrace.

Lin Mo: "..."

The feel of this is amazing.

The sixth sister-in-law in my arms was so soft that she seemed to have no bones, and she also carried a faint, bookish fragrance.

Even after her feet touched the ground, Shen Qinghe's legs were still weak, and she could barely stand.

Lin Mo had no choice but to wrap his arms around her slender waist to prevent her from falling.

With his other hand, he fumbled on the wall and lit an oil lamp.

"Sizzle."

The dim light instantly dispelled the darkness and illuminated Shen Qinghe's pretty face, which was filled with panic.

The scene inside the sealed room became clear.

It's very simple here, you could even say it's rudimentary.

A table, a chair, and neatly arranged writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table.

Several bundles of blank Xuan paper were piled up in the corner.

Clearly, this is where Chen Guang used to write secret letters.

Lin Mo helped Shen Qinghe, whose legs were still a little weak, to the table and spread the account book out on it.

"Alright, Sixth Sister-in-law, let's begin."

He pointed to the neat and clear handwriting on the ledger.

"Write his words exactly the same."

In his view, this was not difficult.

The people have been found, the samples are available, and the tools are all in place.

Everything is ready, except for Shen Qinghe, the artistic goddess who can copy and paste, to start work.

But Shen Qinghe didn't move. Her clear eyes swept around the secret room, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she spoke softly.

"Uncle, is it just a matter of copying the handwriting exactly the same?"

Lin Mo nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"without……"

Shen Qinghe quickly shook her head.

"only……"

"What's wrong? Sixth Sister-in-law, just say what's on your mind."

"We're all one family."

Lin Mo became a little anxious seeing her hesitate.

Urged on by him, Shen Qinghe mustered up her courage and raised her head. For the first time, the panic in her watery eyes was replaced by a scholarly rigor and seriousness.

"Uncle, this won't do."

"There are no other secret letters he wrote in this secret room. Based solely on the inventory list in this ledger, I cannot determine his writing style, which is characterized by pauses and inconsistencies in his sentences."

"Besides, aren't secret messages usually marked with hidden symbols that only he and his superiors know?"

"For example, a certain character might have an extra stroke, or a certain punctuation mark might be replaced with a special symbol."

"We don't know any of this, so how can we imitate it?"

"What if the letter we wrote is formatted incorrectly, or the code is missing... wouldn't the people in the capital immediately recognize it as a fake letter?"

Shen Qinghe poured out all her doubts in one breath, but her voice weakened at the end, her face full of worry.

Lin Mo was stunned after hearing the whole thing.

oops.

I was so focused on copying the handwriting that I forgot about this.

This sixth sister-in-law looks delicate and frail, like Lin Daiyu who could be blown away by a gust of wind.

My brain works so well.

really.

People can't be seen.

I also blame myself for not explaining things clearly to her.

Having used his memory reading ability while in Dingbei Prefecture, he had completely read Chen Guang's memories, so he knew exactly what format the secret letters were in and what secret marks they contained.

But how am I supposed to explain this to Shen Qinghe?

Should I tell her I can read minds?

In Dingbei Prefecture, can one flip through other people's memories like turning the pages of a book?

Then she'll have to avoid him from now on, won't she?

Never mind, I won't explain anymore.

To explain is to cover up, and to cover up is the fact.

"Sixth Sister-in-law, you don't need to worry about that."

"But……"

Shen Qinghe wanted to explain the risks involved to Lin Mo again, because this was no joke; one wrong step could lead to total defeat!

But Lin Mo interrupted her again.

Don't worry.

He reached out and gently patted Shen Qinghe's small hand.

"I know all those secret marks and wording habits."

Lin Mo stared into Shen Qinghe's eyes, which were filled with shock and confusion, and lowered his voice, which had an irresistible magnetism.

"Trust me, all you need to do is imitate his handwriting."

Lin Mo reiterated it once again.

"Okay, fine..."

Feeling the warmth of Lin Mo's palm and seeing his confident expression.

Shen Qinghe inexplicably chose to believe.

After all, the man in front of her, her husband in name, had already created too many miracles.

"Shh...shh..."

Shen Qinghe picked up the ink stick and began grinding the ink.

Her movements were light and graceful.

Her slender, fair fingers held the ink stick and moved it in circles on the inkstone with unhurried speed.

Under the dim light, her profile was as beautiful as a painting.

She cleared her mind of all distractions, took a deep breath, and slowly closed her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again.

The panic and fear in Shen Qinghe's beautiful eyes had faded, replaced by an extreme focus.

It was as if the entire world had shrunk to just this desk in front of me.

What a nice view.

Looking at Shen Qinghe's profile, Lin Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Shen Qinghe did not immediately start writing, but quietly looked at the handwriting on the account book, her wrist suspended in the air, simulating it again and again.

Lifting the pen, pausing, turning, finishing stroke...

It was as if she wanted to etch all the writing habits of that unknown assassin into her very bones.

Lin Mo watched quietly from the side, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

This is her domain.

After a long while, Shen Qinghe finally picked up her brush and dipped it in ink.

Put pen to paper.

One word after another.

After writing a few words, Shen Qinghe stopped and repeatedly compared the handwriting with that in the account book.

Like.

Really similar.

But she shook her head.

"God is not here."

She spoke softly, as if talking to herself.

Then, he crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it aside.

Second attempt.

This time, Shen Qinghe wrote even faster, trying to imitate a sense of urgency.

But after finishing writing it, I was still not satisfied.

"It's too superficial. His writing should have a kind of ruthless strength that sinks down."

Third time, fourth time...

In the secret room, there was only the occasional "rustling" sound of grinding ink and the two people's soft breathing.

The wads of waste paper piled up on the ground.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Shen Qinghe's forehead and slid down her fair cheeks.

Her hand holding the pen began to tremble slightly, and her face appeared somewhat pale due to excessive focus and repeated failures.

Lin Mo felt a pang of heartache looking at her stubborn expression.

He returned to the grocery store and poured a glass of water for Shen Qinghe.

"Take a break, there's no rush."

Shen Qinghe seemed not to hear, her eyes fixed on the account book, and picked up a new sheet of paper.

Lin Mo had no choice but to put the water glass aside.

It's too difficult to ask a well-bred young lady to imitate the mindset of a fanatic.

Another piece of paper.

It was crumpled into a ball and thrown on the ground...