The nosy old crone, Hua Yu

The woman looked at him, her green eyes full of serenity. Then, her gaze moved to Yue Li. Wearing servant robes, full of blood smattering its surface. A long silence stretched between them. 

"Han Li?" Hua Yu asked.

"I am," Han Li replied.

Her gaze lingered on the blood spots and very visible hickeys on Yue Li's body. There were a lot of details on her body that showed strain, a sexual experience that happened recently, and tiredness. 

She saw even more details with a Soul Sense as powerful as hers: Yue Li was feverish, tired, and completely spent. 

"You… forced yourself on her?" She asked, her face becoming a picture of disgust. They looked similar. So this must be his mother.

Han Li's heart skipped a beat. "Of course not. She is my Mother. We have a very unique relationship."

She didn't have much of a reaction to that other than a loosening of her brows. That was fine, then.