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

Xiajing'ao is indeed like the paradise the Yan family described.

The night is filled with the pleasant chirping of insects.

The lights twinkled like stars, brighter than the stars in the sky.

Han Cuiyin had no one at her disposal, and she had high hopes for the Yan family before coming here.

At the beginning, she tried to find out Yan Shunhua's whereabouts, but Yan Qingping disappointed her completely.

When Yan Qingping lived in Yanjiacun in the Pinglian Mountains, he often smiled and gave candy to the younger generation, appearing to be a kind old man.

When she came here, she had already planned how to arrange things for the Yan clan members.

She wanted the Yan clan to help her build houses and such at Qingshuang Mountain.

We can also let them move there.

At this point, my master's words finally came true: "Don't meddle in other people's business, and don't get involved in other people's karma."

Fortunately, I saw through Yan Qingping's true colors this time and managed to cut my losses in time.

Han Cuiyin couldn't help but feel relieved that Qing Shuang Mountain hadn't let them get involved.

Fortunately, she came this time and discovered Yan Qingping's big secret.

If she had arrived any later, Yan Qingping's formation would probably have become quite powerful.

"Cuiyin, why aren't you asleep yet? Are you still thinking about the clan leader?" Yan Dali was uneasy and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, so he decided to go for a walk.

He held a large palm-leaf fan in his hand, walked to Han Cuiyin's recliner, and fanned her from time to time, while also shooing away mosquitoes.

"Uncle, please bring a stool over and sit down. I have something to ask you."

Yan Dali's expression turned serious. Remembering what had happened during the day, he quickly moved a bamboo stool to sit down. "Ask me whatever you want."

Today's events overturned his understanding; the once kind and amiable elders of the clan had harbored ulterior motives towards them.

Unfortunately, no one listened to his doubts, which made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

Han Cuiyin looked directly at Yan Dali and asked, "Uncle, who came up with the idea of ​​sending my mother to Suyue Nunnery back then?"

Yan Dali was taken aback. "So many years have passed. The clan was in chaos back then. I'm not entirely sure who brought it up."

"When your mother gave birth to you, for some reason, all the women in the village came to our yard. At that time, your maternal grandfather thought they were coming to visit your mother and you."

"Who knew they had such a plan, saying that your mother had ruined the Yan family's reputation and affected the marriage prospects of the girls in the clan."

"This matter alarmed the clan chief and elders. They couldn't persuade them, so they could only put pressure on your maternal grandfather, which wronged your mother."

"The special nature of the Yan clan is known only to the men; the women are unaware of it. Since marrying into Yan family village, they rarely leave the village except for festivals."

"Back when nothing bad happened in our family, your maternal grandfather would take us back to Yanjia Village during festivals. Only our direct descendants were allowed to take people out, as long as they didn't go too far."

"Your maternal grandfather fell ill due to pressure from those women. He agreed to send your mother away, but to the Suyue Nunnery."

"After your maternal grandfather recovered a little, he secretly investigated and later met with the clan chief. He passed away a few days later."

When the topic of what happened back then came up, Yan Dali also felt that something was amiss.

Han Cuiyin nodded, "It seems I guessed right. When my mother left the Yan family, Yan Qingping also used some tricks on her."

"That can't be right. Back then, your second uncle and I sent your mother to Suyue Nunnery. We spent a lot of money on bribes, and we've been sending money there every year since. Without us to guide her, the clan chief can't easily leave Yanjia Village. You said your mother appeared? How is she now?"

Mentioning his younger sister brought a touch of sadness to Yan Dali's expression.

"The methods the clan chief used were broken within a few years."

The signs of time are very obvious on Yan Shunhua.

Han Cuiyin had some doubts when she first met her.

Based on her experiences in both lifetimes, and considering her arrival here, she couldn't help but suspect Yan Qingping.

In her previous life, Yan Family Village was trapped in the Pinglian Mountains and could not leave. It was only because something happened to Xiaoyao King that Yan Shunhua suffered a misfortune.

Yan Shunhua had a bead hanging around her neck, and now that we know the connection, it could only be a gift from the Carefree King to save her life.

The carefree king is gone, and the spiritual energy array on the bead is also gone.

"Uncle, do you know anything strange about this courtyard?"

"What exactly is wrong? Cuiyin, stop keeping me in suspense. Your uncle can handle it."

Although Yan Dali said this, he still looked somewhat gloomy.

For many years, their direct lineage and the clan leader's lineage have maintained a good relationship for hundreds of years. Although the blood ties are weak, the friendship between the two families has been passed down from previous generations.

He appears to be a small landlord, but his ancestors were never poor.

If it weren't for that bastard Han Zhen, their family wouldn't be in this situation.

Having secretly conducted business over the years, his vision is no less than that of top businessmen.

The cutthroat competition in the business world is nothing more than a battle for profit.

What is the clan chief trying to achieve by doing this now?

Han Cuiyin seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "The clan leader covets the fortune of the direct line, and this great formation absorbs your lifespan and fortune. The clan leader is just a martial artist, not a cultivator, and I think his aptitude is just average. He suddenly became younger and even advanced to the Innate Realm, all thanks to this formation."

"Lifespan and fortune?" Yan Dali looked horrified. "Could it be that your maternal grandfather was drained by him? Otherwise, how could he have passed away at just over fifty?"

“Not only my maternal grandfather, but also my mother.” It’s just that the carefree prince protected her many years ago, which is why that person didn’t succeed.

She had seen the fleeting ferocity in Yan Qingping's eyes when Yan Shunhua was mentioned.

"What can we do now?" Yan Dali stood up and paced back and forth, fanning himself.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here! I'll modify this formation a bit, and if he lets you come and live here, that's fine. Now that the Yan clan has regained their freedom, the position of clan leader... Uncle, why don't you try to get it?"

The men of the Yan family were all skilled in martial arts and had considerable fighting ability.

If Yan Dali can truly win over these people, they will be of help to her in the future, and she won't have to trouble Luo Jingqian because she has no one else to rely on.

They are no longer husband and wife, but just ordinary friends.

This time, she didn't think about starting a family; she just wanted to live a good life and make up for all the joys she missed in the world of immortality.

Exposing Yan Qingping's true colors and allowing Yan Dali to take control of the area is far more beneficial than wiping out everyone here.

"Cuiyin, you can modify the formation in this courtyard. You don't need to worry about anything else. Go back first thing tomorrow morning."

Now I finally understand what your maternal grandfather meant; the clan chief's branch has been deceiving us all along.

Yan Dali finally understood what his father hadn't finished saying.

Han Cuiyin breathed a sigh of relief. It's good that she understands the situation. "Don't let the clan leader's side keep pulling the strings. Being trapped here isn't necessarily the fault of the direct line."

Now I finally understand the word that Qingyun often mentions: all these years, my uncle's ancestral branch has been deceived by the clan leader's branch.

“Acheng, you heard everything. Quickly write a letter to your third uncle. Don’t blame yourself for what happened back then. Our family must unite as one and expose the conspiracy of the clan leader’s branch.”

Yan Zhicheng stepped out from the side, gave Han Cuiyin a deep look, and agreed.