The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

After the White Dew solar term, the Pinglian Mountains have entered early autumn.

Halfway up the mountain closest to Yanjia Village, there is a huge rock hidden among the forest.

Han Cuiyin sat cross-legged on it.

She let out a breath and finished her practice. "Finally, it's working! All the suffering these past few days hasn't been in vain." She patted her slightly numb legs and then jumped off the boulder.

I took a few steps back, scooped up some mountain stream water to wash my face, and saw my silhouette in the water, chuckling, "Such a big, dark face, hehe~"

The sun was high in the sky, and the heat was intense. The sun broke through the branches of the mountain trees, casting its rays directly into the forest.

Han Cuiyin slung a bamboo basket over her shoulder, determined the direction, and took a shortcut toward Yanjia Village.

She had only walked a few dozen meters when she heard sounds of fighting ahead. She abruptly stopped and refused to go any further.

"Today is the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, the day that person was injured?" Han Cuiyin's head ached just thinking about the date. "Let's avoid it!"

They then changed direction and returned to the forest path that the villagers often used.

She only slowed down when the sounds of fighting faded into the distance.

Having been tempered by the world of immortality in this life, she cannot repeat the same mistakes. She has lost interest in that person's backyard.

"Whoosh!"

"Miss, wait...!"

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out, and Han Cuiyin couldn't dodge it. She touched her right earlobe, and sure enough, it was stained red. She was furious. "If you're going to use a sneak attack, then don't blame me!"

She grabbed her wood-chopping knife and headed straight for the person who had just shot her with a crossbow bolt.

"The arrow...was poisoned?" After only a few steps, Han Cuiyin staggered to the person leaning against the tree, her brows furrowed. "Give me the antidote!"

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, but her heart was filled with turmoil.

It's him! Luo Jingqian. In that life, he saved him on the path just now. This time, they clearly changed their route, so why did they still meet?

Han Cuiyin held the wood-chopping knife firmly against Luo Jingqian's neck, a trace of red staining the blade.

Seeing you again this time still stirs up emotions within me.

The opportunity she encountered in the Realm of Immortality did not make her forget her old friends.

This is her third life. To be precise, she experienced the same events as in her second life and was reborn in her first life.

The man leaning against the tree had his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze fixed on Han Cuiyin.

"Save me! Otherwise you will also die from the poison in three days."

Luo Jingqian's voice was a little hoarse. The moment he closed his eyes, only one thought remained: This girl is really cunning. I should have used my good looks to my advantage...

Only after everyone had completely passed out did Han Cuiyin move the wood-chopping knife away.

"..."

The person just fainted like that, and she became somewhat unsure of what to do.

The slight stinging pain in her right earlobe reminded her that this poison was not simple.

Han Cuiyin kicked the unconscious man with her foot. Seeing that he didn't react, she rummaged around in his arms and found a small porcelain bottle. She poured out half a pill of the antidote.

"No wonder you dared to faint without worry." At this point, she could only resign herself to picking him up. "If you don't die when we get back to the village, I'll try to save you."

Around Luo Jingqian, there were five or six men dressed in black lying on the ground, lifeless.

She had just prepared to ignore it and walk away, but trouble still found her.

The only thing we can do now is take the people away without letting their accomplices find out.

"Damn body, so weak! When have I, Cui Luosha, ever been afraid of anyone...?"

With a few leaps, Han Cuiyin carried Luo Jingqian away from the Pinglian Mountains, startling a flock of birds.

It was midday, and everyone in Yanjiacun was resting at home. No one was seen on the road.

Han Cuiyin brought the person back to her dilapidated little courtyard, threw the person onto the small kang (heated brick bed), and returned the way she came without lingering for a moment.

She cleaned up the bloodstains Luo Jingqian left in Yanjia Village, then turned and went into the mountains.

Once they reached the mountains, she climbed up a tree and buried the traces they had left behind, one by one.

There were already people guarding the place where the two met.

Han Cuiyin stood on a nearby tree and did not move any closer.

The bodies of those people have disappeared, their whereabouts unknown.

She held her breath and watched them through the gaps in the leaves.

"How could that person disappear so quickly? If the Second Miss comes over soon, we're going to suffer again."

The leader pulled off the towel covering his face and wiped away his sweat. "Second Miss is delusional. How could Prince Luo be here? He looks so frail. How could he possibly be a master who could take care of all these assassins!"

These ten or so people were not part of the group of men in black.

The thought flashed through Han Cuiyin's mind, and the breath she had just breathed a sigh of relief was lifted again by that melodious female voice.

"Useless thing! With so many people around, he still managed to escape right under our noses. Go back and receive your punishment!"

Five or six more people came over, followed by a pretty girl.

Among the group, the last girl was wearing a white brocade dress, her hair simply tied in a ponytail. She stared at the person who had taken off their handkerchief first, her eyes already filled with anger.

Those people all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at them.

"Yan Family Village is just ahead. Search it tonight. If you find Prince Luo, send a group of you out disguised as assassins..."

The girl in white led her men away, her voice still faintly reaching Han Cuiyin's ears.

Han Cuiyin didn't have time to think it over and returned to Yanjia Village via a side path.

Luo Jingqian lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), his eyes closed and his face pale.

"He certainly has a handsome face!" Just as Han Cuiyin's hand was about to touch the man's curled eyelashes, his phoenix eyes opened, their cold light piercing.

"Smack!" She knocked him unconscious, no longer probing him; he wouldn't wake up so quickly this time. She grabbed a piece of hearth soil, processed it slightly, and then patted the powder onto Luo Jingqian's wound.

After listening to the commotion outside, she dragged the person to the cellar and left them there. Later, she put two pieces of dry food and a large bowl of water in the cellar.

After all this was done, the door next door was also banged on loudly.

Han Cuiyin sat on the only bench in the courtyard, her expression strange.

Why would Han Lingzhi, who was perfectly fine as the second young lady of the Han family, come here to suffer, all for a man?

They had a lot of contact in their previous lives. Han Lingzhi, this noble lady, was always arrogant and haughty, while Luo Jingqian, this sickly man, had no interaction with her.

Han Cuiyin blinked. Luo Jingqian's secret shouldn't be known to everyone so soon.

As she was lost in thought, the fence gate of the dilapidated courtyard was kicked open, and a fawning male voice rang out, "Miss Xu, why don't you make do here for the next two nights? This is my good-for-nothing niece. She lives alone, so you two can keep each other company."

Yan Xiao spoke humbly to Han Lingzhi, then turned and shouted at Han Cuiyin, "Yang Cuiyin, aren't you coming over here! Serve Miss Xu properly..."

"Get lost!" A wood-chopping knife spun and flew straight toward the man's face.

"You brat, you eat my Yan family's food and use my Yan family's food, and you even dare to lay a hand on your uncle, you~" Yan Xiao's face turned ashen, and he staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground, the wood-chopping knife right between his right thumb and forefinger.

"He murdered his own uncle!"

"Eldest brother, second brother, you must stand up for me!"

With tears streaming down her face, Yan Xiao quickly ran to the neighbor's yard.

Han Lingzhi glanced at the wood-chopping knife, then walked to Han Cuiyin's side. "I didn't expect Miss Yang to be a martial arts expert!"