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

The weather in June can change in an instant.

Dark clouds gathered over the Pinglian Mountains and gradually moved toward Yanjia Village.

“It’s going to rain,” Wang urged. “You should hurry up and get to Pinglian County as soon as possible, lest that old woman Wang starts gossiping again.”

The day before yesterday, those people who came to the Yan family, apart from Han Song, were all arrogant and haughty.

They spoke to them repeatedly, but Granny Wang would just give them a few perfunctory replies and brush them off.

She could only glean from snippets of conversation that Han Zhen and his wife were living a very good life.

Her sister-in-law is truly unfortunate.

Han Cuiyin only managed to pack one bundle, which contained the dress and embroidered shoes that Yan Shunhua had prepared for her.

Yan Dali carried the bundle onto the mule cart. "Cuiyin, why don't we go to the county town and buy some good medicinal herbs? It would be perfect to give them to the elders at the Han family's house."

The medicinal herbs from the Pinglian Mountains are famous throughout China.

Some imperial merchants would come to the local farmers to collect medicinal herbs and present them to the palace. Not to mention the gifts bestowed upon them by the nobles, the title of imperial merchant alone could be preserved for several years.

The Yan family secretly acted as intermediaries for these imperial merchants, sometimes even acting as middlemen.

"No, they don't deserve it!"

Han Cuiyin coldly refused.

Han Zhen's mother was a widow with no man to rely on, and she always valued money above all else. Otherwise, Han Zhen, who had a bright future, would not have married into a gentry family.

In her past life, thanks to Xu Mingxia's help, she suffered a lot of mistreatment from Old Madam Han.

When she gave them gifts, she'd rather throw meat buns at a dog than not hear a few barks.

This time, it was the three Yan brothers who delivered the person to Pinglian County.

“Third Uncle, you’ve been unreliable for so many years, you can’t just keep living by stealing chickens and dogs. That would only be revenge on yourself, my mother wouldn’t see it, and that Lord Han wouldn’t care.”

Han Cuiyin learned about Yan Xiao's experience but did not sympathize with her; this person had driven herself into a desperate situation.

"Han Song, I'll take you to Changxing County. Cuiyin is sick, so I'd like to give her a few more words of advice."

Han Song had no doubts and naturally agreed.

Han Cuiyin did not get out of the car, and those people still did not see her.

It was already dark when they arrived at Changxing County.

"Uncle Yan, let's stop here! We need to get on the boat first and travel through the night," Han Song politely advised.

"Traveling overnight? In such a hurry?"

He originally thought he could stay overnight in Changxing County, so he could buy some things in the county town and have Cuiyin take them over.

What happened in the capital? Why are we in such a hurry to get back?

"The night road on the Pinglian River is not easy to travel! Let me give my niece a few more words of advice, and you two go and make arrangements with the boatmen first!"

After Yan Dali finished speaking, he got into the mule cart, giving Han Song no chance to refuse.

“Cuiyin, your uncle feels something’s not right about this trip to the capital. You… maybe you shouldn’t go. As soon as your face is shown, Han Song will probably make us turn back.”

"No way! What if Mother is in the capital? If I don't go, how will their grand show begin?"

Some time ago, she reached the first level of Qi Refining. She specifically used her bloodline to trace Yan Shunhua's whereabouts. At this moment, there was a red thread in front of her that others could not see. As long as she followed this red thread, she could find her mother.

"Don't worry, Uncle. You only know a little about my abilities. The capital can't hold me back. The world is vast, and I can roam freely as I please."

At this moment, Han Cuiyin's confidence also infected Yan Dali. "Okay, be careful in everything. Take these silver notes and keep this seal safe. You can go to Shenglong Bank to withdraw silver later."

"Don't care if those people isolate you or laugh at you. You can make a name for yourself in the capital by throwing money at them."

Han Cuiyin took it with a complicated expression. "Uncle, if I were stupid, clumsy, and greedy, would you still give it to me?"

This scene did not occur in my previous life.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have washed the feet of a concubine's daughter for a mere ten taels of silver, allowing others to bully and ridicule her.

“If you are both stupid and foolish, your uncle giving you this would only harm you. You would probably be dead within three years, leaving not even a trace. The capital is not a place where we ordinary people can seek justice for you. Besides, who would complain about not having enough money?”

Yan Dali noticed that his niece's expression was a little off. "Don't worry, keep it. Your cousins ​​will all get a share later. Your uncle has earned a lot over the years, and this is for them to spend."

"Uncle, I don't understand. If the family is wealthy, why do you still make my cousins ​​live a life of hardship?"

The Yan family had no worries about food and drink, but their wealth remained at the level of an average wealthy household.

Yan Dali's offer of ten thousand taels of silver notes took her quite a surprise.

"We kept it from them because we were afraid of being targeted. Ever since your mother's incident, the Yan family has had a lot of bad luck. The other day, I tentatively asked Han Song, and it seems that the person who has been causing trouble for the Yan family all these years is not Han Zhen. That Princess Mingxia is not to be underestimated."

The person who could take nearly half of their family's fortune back then and prevent them from saying anything about it was no good.

No matter how clever Han Cuiyin is, without power, she cannot compete with Xu Mingxia.

Yan Dali's thoughts were unconsciously revealed.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm not stupid, I won't be led by the nose."

In my past life, I didn't even live for three years.

In the face of power, she was nothing but cannon fodder.

This time is different. She is her own best support and will not repeat the same mistakes. The Han family should be trembling with fear.

"You must remember, don't show your face until you reach the river. Your face will make Han Zhen hesitant, and then you won't be able to do anything you want. Han Song is his confidant, and if he sees your face like this, he probably won't help you."

These were all analyses that Wang had provided to him.

"My aunt gave me some advice, so don't worry!"

At this moment, Han Cuiyin showed more genuine emotion.

The Yan family really did behave badly in previous years, and the information she had overheard over the past ten months was enough to know the whole story.

They were unworthy in their past life, wasting all their hard work.

I originally intended to keep a respectful distance, but I was warmed by the actions of the Yan family over the past two days.

Han Song knocked twice outside the carriage. "It's time to board the ship! Uncle Yan, go back now!"

Han Cuiyin put on a simple veiled hat, got off the carriage, patted the mule's head, and instructed Yan Dali, "Uncle, feed this mule the hay in my yard when we get back, and you can use it when you go out in the future."

She had specially treated the hay, and the mule was no less capable than a divine steed that could travel a thousand miles a day.

Yan Dali, unaware of the secret, could only agree, "I understand, go quickly, avoid the wind, and bear with it."

He then turned to Han Song and said, "My niece has developed a rash and can't be exposed to the wind. I'm asking you to take care of her along the way."

Han Song nodded, and then led Han Cuiyin onto the boat.

"Miss Yang, are there any dietary restrictions?"

"No, but don't prepare any for me tomorrow. My aunt made some snacks, so I should finish them all to avoid waste. Uncle Han, has my father... mentioned me?"

"Of course I mentioned it!"

Han Song's voice sounded somewhat unnatural. He handed the person over to Granny Wang and then went to rest elsewhere.

"Get out! I'm going to sleep." Han Cuiyin's voice was cold as she dismissed him.