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

Yanjiacun.

Yan Xiao let out a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're alright. A young lady like you shouldn't wander around like this; the world is chaotic."

After giving this instruction, Yan Xiao moved closer to Yan Dali and Yan Erwen, making amusing remarks.

Yan Erwen was a schoolteacher in the village. On this day, people from Yanjia Village kept coming to give him Mid-Autumn Festival gifts.

Yan Xiao glanced at the pile of Mid-Autumn Festival gifts, lowered her eyes, and her smile faded.

Yan Erwen didn't miss the envy in his eyes and asked seriously, "Third brother, are you really going to waste your life like this? Hanging out with those shady friends every day, do you really not care about your future?"

"What good would it do if I wanted to? With Han Zhen around, even if I passed the imperial examination, he wouldn't give me a chance to rise in society. What if he took the opportunity to retaliate and framed me, implicating the Yan family? How could I face the ancestors of the Yan family then!"

Yan Xiao gave a wry smile, her previous playful expression replaced by a quiet composure.

"We should never have let him marry into the family! This man... ruined my sister's life."

Yan Erwen looked gloomy when Han Zhen was mentioned.

"We've been hiding here all these years to avoid the Han family. I'm sorry you've suffered. Things will get better in the future."

As Yan Dali listened to his two younger brothers talking, he also felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

"Han Zhen is in a high position now, so he shouldn't hold it against us. He lost face back then when he went to the capital to seek justice for his sister, so he should have gotten over his anger by now."

Han Cuiyin sat on the stone bench under the sycamore tree, gazing thoughtfully in the direction of her three uncles.

"Cuiyin, it's good that you're back. The day you left, a murder happened in Changye Town~" Yan Ruyi said a few words, then smiled mysteriously, "Want to know?"

"Of course I want to! Sister Ruyi, take it and buy some flowers to wear."

Han Cuiyin took out a piece of silver and stuffed it into her cousin's hand.

"Who do you think you are! Do you think I'm like your third uncle, always stealing your money!" Yan Ruyi pushed it back. "It's a good thing you didn't run into those people in town who demand tolls. They've been punished by someone else."

"Oh, that's great news. Has the authorities found the murderer?"

Han Cuiyin asked casually.

This was essentially her first time taking action since her rebirth, and she was somewhat uncertain about her chances.

"How could that be! This is a good thing, and the people of the town are applauding it."

It turned out to be the case.

Han Cuiyin knew in her heart that those small acts of merit must have come from the people of Changye Town.

"Only the guy who used to hang out with Uncle San and his cousin escaped. I heard they moved away a few days ago..."

After Yan Ruyi finished speaking, Yan Xiao happened to pass by and overheard those words.

"Third Uncle, why are you running so fast!"

Han Cuiyin watched his retreating figure and said with a half-smile, "Third Uncle should be very fortunate that his good friend was spared."

Yan Xiao paused, then hurriedly entered the main room.

"Cuiyin, if your third uncle does something foolish, don't take it too seriously! He's been traumatized because of your mother." Yan Dali said softly, then followed him into the house.

He then hurriedly followed him inside.

He didn't put his ledger away properly; he can't let the third brother find out.

When the family suffered a great upheaval back then, Yan Xiao truly believed that the Yan family had fallen.

Little did he know that before going to the capital, he and his father had already transferred their family's valuables in preparation for a comeback.

The Yan family's publicly displayed assets were all used to redeem the four siblings.

Han Cui didn't take the strange atmosphere at the Yan family seriously.

She sat under the sycamore tree and gradually became sleepy again.

"This girl, she slept all day, how come she's asleep again?" Yan Ruyi could only resign herself to waving a palm-leaf fan to drive away the mosquitoes.

She stayed at her maternal grandparents' house for a month last month, and when she came back, she was greeted by a dark-faced man.

Han Cuiyin left early and returned late, and every time she went to the small courtyard, she never encountered anyone.

"When will this dark complexion go away? Could it be that he's caught some kind of illness?" Yan Ruyi's heart skipped a beat, and worry crept onto her brow. "It's only been a month since we last met, why does he seem so distant? I don't know how to ask him directly, sigh~"

She sat next to Han Cuiyin, talking to herself, and Wang noticed her miserable face.

"Who are you giving her attitude on such a holiday! As her older cousin, you should be more considerate of her. Giving you a break isn't about letting you slack off. Come and serve the dishes!"

Yan Ruyi quickly ran over to help.

Han Cuiyin also regained consciousness at this time.

She heard everything her cousin said.

She hadn't seen these people for hundreds of years, and the grudges, love, and hatred between them had faded somewhat.

Yan Xiao didn't cause any trouble, as if he wasn't the one who broke down the door and wanted to hit someone that day.

Apart from Yan Erwen's wife and children who are still at her parents' home, the younger generation of the Yan family did not come back. This generation only has the two sisters.

In my memory, she never sat at the table during this kind of festival.

This time, things have changed.

It was as if all those years of torment had been a nightmare.

The elders kept serving food, and the meat in Han Cuiyin's bowl piled up like a small mountain.

Seeing her smiling face, the crowd started feeding her again.

For the first time in hundreds of years, I'm eating meat without restraint.

Everyone was stunned. Madam Wang also advised, "Your aunt was too harsh before, but she will change in the future."

Yan Dali has already said that he needs to win over Han Cuiyin's favor in the next ten months.

With family ties involved, the child couldn't just ignore their lives.

"Ruyi, go and boil some digestive herbs for your cousin to drink."

The meal was enjoyed in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Yan Xiao had drunk quite a bit today, and his steps were already unsteady. He picked up a dry branch from the ground and started gesturing about it in the yard.

"I entrust my remaining life to soaring to the heavens, for all worldly affairs are but fleeting dreams..."

In the blink of an eye, a magnificent seven-character quatrain was recited from his mouth.

The sword dance under the moon, with its poignant atmosphere, also touched Han Cuiyin.

Is this her lazy, good-for-nothing third uncle?

If someone were to tell her that her third uncle had stopped stealing chickens and dogs and had instead adopted a scholarly demeanor, she would absolutely not believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes.

Apart from their cousins, everyone else in the courtyard looked sorrowful.

"After more than a decade of wasted time, the third brother's spirit remains!" Yan Erwen wiped away a tear and led the person lying on the ground back into the house.

Everyone dispersed.

Han Cuiyin returned to her room, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She simply took the wooden fish with several cracks and quietly slipped into the Yan family's house.

Under the sycamore tree, she felt at ease.

He grabbed the wooden fish and scrambled up, found a sturdy branch, and sat cross-legged.

The wooden fish's voice was deep and resonant, and the expressions on the faces of the Yan family members became increasingly relaxed.

Bathed in the soft moonlight, Han Cuiyin tapped the wooden fish, entering a state of profound mystery.

Ten months passed in the blink of an eye.

Han Cuiyin's face remained as black as charcoal, and the Yan family tried many methods to no avail.

Ever since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Yan family members have been terrified when they saw the wooden fish in her hand, fearing that she would follow in her birth mother's footsteps.

Unfortunately, no matter how they hid it or dealt with it, the wooden fish would always return to Han Cuiyin's hands.

In the past ten months, she has repaired a crack on the wooden fish.

I haven't been to the Pinglian Mountains for several months.

She doesn't lack money for the time being; all she needs to do is improve her strength.

"This is Yan Dali's house. The daughter of that abandoned woman lives here."

Han Cuiyin had never forgotten the fawning voices outside the wall, even after hundreds of years.

The day has finally arrived.