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

Yanjiacun is located right next to the Pinglian Mountains, so even though it's summer, it's not as unbearably hot as the capital.

Except for midday, it's quite cool in the mornings and evenings.

It's noon now, the hottest time of day.

Han Cuiyin jumped down from the tree without attracting the attention of the people outside.

"Put your wooden fish away, don't let anyone see it," Wang instructed. "This wooden fish is no ordinary object; don't show it to others easily."

The faint fragrance emanating from the bonito flakes is irresistible, drawing people closer.

On one occasion, Yan Ruyi even tried to snatch it and played with it for two days.

As a result, he started making a ruckus that night, insisting on going to the temple to practice Buddhism.

From then on, Wang Shi forbade Yan Ruyi from getting close to the wooden fish.

Such a magical object is beyond the control of ordinary people.

In the past ten months, Han Cuiyin's life in Yanjiacun has undergone earth-shattering changes.

Before, I lived like a tangled weed; now, I live like a precious orchid.

The former thrives even without any care.

The latter are cared for and allowed to bloom freely.

Han Cuiyin could only passively accept her discomfort.

People from outside knocked on the Yan family's door.

Yan Dali pointed to the side room, "Go hide in that room first and don't show yourself. There are things your mother gave you in the box. They've probably come to pick you up. I'll ask about your mother's whereabouts discreetly."

After Han Cuiyin returned from Suyue Nunnery, Yan Dali made another trip and specifically instructed the abbot not to mention that the Yan family had been there.

She was aware of this as well, and upon returning here, she didn't pay as much attention to the crisis as she had in the Realm of Immortality; she had been practicing for the past ten months.

This body, after all, has never been to the Realm of Immortality.

The survival methods ingrained in my bones in my second life need to be relearned here.

However, she only went to the Pinglian Mountains at night, and also performed rituals to help some souls pass on to the afterlife.

The depths of the Pinglian Mountains are different from the outside world.

There, she could store a portion of her spiritual energy in the wooden fish.

Other parts of this dynasty are currently unknown.

Just as I hid, those people entered the courtyard.

She could already see the people from the capital through the crack in the door.

Similar to her previous life, Granny Wang, who was by Xu Mingxia's side, was also on the list.

The difference is that there is an additional Han Song.

He was also a member of the Han family, but he was Han Zhen's brother, who was five degrees of kinship away.

When Han Zhen was taking the imperial examinations, he was the one who accompanied and took care of him.

Later, for convenience, Han Song became Han Zhen's page.

Having had little contact with him in her previous life, she only knew that Han Song was in charge of Han Zhen's study and was more powerful than the head steward of the Han family. All the servants in the mansion treated him with great respect.

When she first arrived at the Han family mansion, because she had grown up in the countryside, she was ridiculed by the masters of the Han family for having servants make things difficult for her. It was only after Han Song intervened that her life seemed to improve on the surface.

With him along this time, I wonder if things will be a bit quieter on the road.

Han Cuiyin snapped out of her thoughts and began to look around the room.

This room had never been opened in her previous life, and Yan Dali had not revealed it to her when she went to the capital.

It turns out that her biological mother did not abandon her.

The sight of those six large boxes of things stung her eyes.

Why didn't the Yan family tell her back then? It caused her to misunderstand Yan Shunhua for more than ten years, and their first meeting was their last.

Han Cuiyin picked up a pair of tiger-head shoes, which were smaller than half the size of her palm.

She seemed to see the scene from more than ten years ago when her mother was about to leave.

A woman with a towel wrapped around her head was sewing things for her daughter's first birthday. She worked tirelessly from a month or so until her daughter's first birthday, disregarding her own health.

My vision became blurry.

Han Cuiyin opened the boxes one by one.

Until the very last one.

The box contained the clothes she could wear now.

The fabric was exquisite; it was a material she had never worn in the Han family in her previous life.

Her mother's deep love shattered her doubts.

Whatever secrets her mother might have, she didn't care about these boxes of items.

Those people stayed for about half an hour, then left without having lunch.

Yan Dali, adhering to the principle that all visitors are guests, tried his best to keep them.

The local members of the Han family scoffed, "Eat? Eat the stuff you grow in the dirt? You think it's still the Yan family's heyday? Fortune changes, and our Han family is the real power in Pinglian!"

"Watch your words!" Han Song scolded. "If the master finds out you're showing off, your whole family will be in big trouble."

Granny Wang secretly pursed her lips and ignored the Yan family members.

Wang gritted her teeth and glared at her fiercely before letting it go, accusing her of looking down on her.

Therefore, Madam Wang had already planned to give Han Cuiyin a good talk tonight about the ways of managing the inner quarters.

The clan chief said that Cuiyin had great potential and that sooner or later she would be able to deal with these people.

The mistress is shameless enough to steal another woman's husband, and the servants are getting too cocky. If her sons were here, she would definitely give them a good beating in secret.

Yan Dali was unaware of his wife's thoughts. Seeing that Han Song was about to leave, he quickly called out to stop him, "Han Song, wait!"

"You all go first! I'll be there shortly." Han Song gestured for everyone to wait outside.

More than a decade ago, the Han family also had some familial ties.

Master Yan is a good man.

Ultimately, their master harbored some unseen pity for them.

"Does Lord Han have a mistress hidden away?" Yan Dali asked cryptically.

Back then, the couple were deeply in love, and Han Zhen had said he wanted to hide her away.

"The lord and his wife treat each other with utmost respect and have not arranged for any concubines." Han Song said with a hint of anger, "Master Yan, you should not speak carelessly in the future, otherwise if it gets back to the capital, the lord may be impeached by the censor."

"Also, the adults won't harm you, so there's no need to be so timid."

After Han Song pointed out the Yan family's intentions, he had no intention of staying any longer. "Miss Cuiyin, you need to pack your things. You'll be leaving the day after tomorrow. Don't be late."

After everyone left, Yan Dali sighed, "Even a servant is more powerful than the county magistrate. How glorious our Yan family was back then!"

He didn't take Han Song's attitude to heart.

Han Zhen doesn't bother the Yan family, but his wife, Xu Mingxia, is a princess, so dealing with them wouldn't be difficult.

We should keep a low profile normally.

"Uncle, now that things have come to this, you must tell me the secrets of the Yan family! Otherwise, all your years of training will be in vain if I am tricked by someone."

She helped the Yan family only as a side benefit.

Originally, he had planned never to return to Beijing, but now, in order to find someone, he has no choice but to use the Han family as a stepping stone.

"The clan leader has already prepared a secret plan. You can open it after you have established yourself. At that time, follow your heart and don't be fooled by the clan leader."

There are some things he can't explain.

The clan chief of the Yan clan is the one who knows the truth perfectly well.

Han Cuiyin didn't ask any further questions; it was just a side effect. She wouldn't risk her life for the Yan family.

They've already made a foolish mistake once in the world of immortality; they can't afford to be foolish again this time.

A day and a half was just the right amount of time for Han Cuiyin.

She hid Yan Shunhua's several large trunks in the Pinglian Mountains, keeping only a few clothes that she could wear now.

On the last night, Wang kept him occupied again, and he talked for half the night about the sordid affairs of wealthy and powerful families.

Wang's family was wealthy, so they were naturally aware of some of the conflicts.

Before leaving, Yan Dali stuffed a brocade pouch into Han Cuiyin's hand, saying, "Do what you can, and take care of yourself first."

These things never happened in my previous life.

Her fate was truly different.