After reading the letter, Mo Xie's expression stiffened. A wave of embarrassment rose in him, and he hurriedly glanced at Ye Xinxia beside him.
But Ye Xinxia looked puzzled. Her beautiful eyes kept scanning the letter as she asked,
"Brother Mo Xie, what are you staring at? There's nothing written on it."
Mo Xie froze. He looked at Liu Ru and Dongfang Wan'er, and when they both nodded, he finally understood.
It was a sheet of Concealment Paper. Its contents appeared only when it reached the hands of the person it was meant for. No one else could see them.
This kind of paper had all sorts of uses, particularly in Europe, where it had been invented.
Mo Xie glanced over the letter again, and the corner of his mouth twitched. This aunt of his was impossible to figure out.
How should he put it... Was she devious, or did she just have a wicked sense of humor?
The letter said Aunt Ye was not really his aunt, but he was sure Yi Zhisha had only said that because she was upset with Aunt Ye.
As for whether Ye Xinxia would be in danger at the Parthenon Temple... Sending her there to study was probably Ye Chang's plan. Otherwise, the letter would not have mentioned owing someone a favor.
Come to think of it, he had two aunts: one was a Red-robed Archbishop of the Black Vatican, and the other was the Divine Maiden of the Parthenon Temple. Those were powerful connections.
The only uncertainty was the woman who appeared to be the Parthenon Temple's Temple Mother but was secretly the White Pope. Still, with Yi Zhisha involved, things should be fine.
Mom, who are you, really? You've changed so many timelines... But where are you now?
"Brother Mo Xie...