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

Han Cuiyin couldn't take it anymore and fell off the bed, hitting her head on the ground.

"Qingshan, quickly subdue Miss Han." Luo Jingqian saw this scene as soon as he entered. Unfortunately, he could not intervene at this moment. If he did, all his previous forbearance would have to be repeated.

Han Cuiyin regained her composure, but the expression on her face was contorted.

Luo Jingqian took out a small porcelain bottle and was about to feed her when Qingshan tried to stop him.

"There's only one pill of this in the last six months. If you give it to her, she'll have to tough it out when she's emotionally unstable again."

"It's alright!" The pills in the small porcelain bottle were still taken by Han Cuiyin.

After she ate it, her complexion visibly improved.

At this moment, Han Cuiyin hadn't done any makeup on her face; her skin was fair and smooth.

Luo Jingqian placed her head in the crook of his arm, and a feeling of closeness arose in his heart. He was shocked and said, "Xiao Lan, help your young lady up."

Only Princess Jinghe and Qingshan noticed his unusual behavior.

All eyes remained on Han Cuiyin.

After calming down, Han Cuiyin dismissed them, saying, "I'm fine, you can all leave. I'll take care of myself. Mother, may I use your wooden fish?"

"My lord, please wait!"

Luo Jingqian walked at the back, occasionally turning back to look in Han Cuiyin's direction.

Hearing the suggestion to stay, he quickly stopped in his tracks. "You go first, I want to talk to Miss Han for a bit."

"My lord, what happened after we finished drinking? Why does my head hurt so much?" Han Cuiyin leaned against the bed, her pale face accentuated by her light green dress.

Having shed her former sharp thorns, she appears much more delicate.

She gently tapped the wooden fish, and an indescribable aura seemed to surround her.

As if possessed, Luo Jingqian placed his hand near her head and gently massaged her acupoints.

Just as Han Cuiyin was about to break free, a cool sensation entered her acupoints, making her feel much more comfortable.

She stopped what she was doing and stopped striking the wooden fish.

It's faster to recover this way.

"Your spirit has escaped; it must have been injured, and you've lost your memory of last night."

Seeing that she didn't stop him, Luo Jingqian continued to relieve her pain.

Just as dawn was breaking, Gao Xiaolan came to report that Han Cuiyin had stopped breathing.

Everyone in the villa panicked. Yan Zhicheng even used a long awl to puncture acupoints and wake the Prince of Xiaoyao from his coma.

He was also frightened.

He knew some of Han Cuiyin's background; she couldn't have died so easily. She must have been tricked.

Later, the carefree king said that his primordial spirit had left his body and that it could only be recalled by using the blood of a close relative and performing a spell.

Just as Yan Shunhua was about to draw blood to cast a spell on them, Han Cuiyin's body suddenly emitted a burst of golden light and vanished instantly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief only after she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"So I must have injured my primordial spirit while trying to save myself?"

After hearing the whole story, Han Cuiyin was completely bewildered.

Where did she go after that?

"If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore. By the way, when you're in a daze, you always say you want to take away the things from Tingfeng Xiaozhu. Are you dreaming or do you really want to take those things?"

Luo Jingqian kept moving his hands, massaging the acupoints on her head.

He kept reciting the Taoist mantra to calm his mind, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart.

"Oh? I've been saying that I must be going to retrieve those things. The Marquis sent Qingshan to accompany Xiaolan back to retrieve all my belongings."

After talking for a while, Luo Jingqian left the guest courtyard. When Han Cuiyin thought about what happened last night, her mind went blank, and the remaining merit power in her body disappeared without a trace.

"It seems something must have happened last night, otherwise I wouldn't have used up all my merit power."

After learning that Han Cuiyin had woken up, the Yan siblings were sent down the mountain by the Grand Princess's people and reunited with the Yan family.

Granny Gao and Li Rou followed along. Since they all knew each other, there was no awkwardness.

"The Han family's estate is also here. If you run into them, be careful. They are officials and we are commoners. If a conflict breaks out, we will be the ones who suffer."

Yan Dali and Yan Erwen had returned from Xiajing'ao, but as soon as they arrived, the servants at the Grand Princess's farm informed them that their family also had a farm here.

Both of them were stunned.

When they returned to their so-called family estate and saw that their family members were all there, they were even more puzzled.

It was only after Yan Xiao explained the whole story that the two brothers understood.

"So, this is the estate of Marquis Jingyun's mother, and it's been transferred to us? How much did it cost?" Yan Dali stared at the large estate, his eyes gleaming.

He was fairly familiar with the capital. The estate at the foot of Qingshuang Mountain was said to have reached 100,000 taels of silver, and that was still a small estate.

I used to think that people who bought here were ripped off, but I later found out that not only does it have hot springs, but it can also save your life on special occasions.

He only recently learned that something was going to happen on this special day.

In previous years, when I came to the capital, I would go to Xiajing'ao to clean up.

Otherwise, the Yan clan wouldn't have arrived in the same way.

Their direct descendants had long been prepared that their clansmen would see the light of day again and that the Yan clan would regain its former glory.

These events of the past two days have made him doubt the so-called ancestral teachings passed down from his ancestors.

"It should be twenty thousand taels, right? Brother, why do you look so haggard?"

"Twenty thousand taels? That's so cheap!" Yan Dali no longer looked haggard; his face was flushed with joy. "We really got a great deal!"

“Brother, please wake up. This manor belongs to Cuiyin. The guard named Qingshan specifically instructed that we are only staying here temporarily.”

Seeing that he was really about to act strangely, Yan Xiao quickly interrupted his delusions.

“You don’t understand! Cuiyin is determined to go against the Han family. We can’t hold her back. Second brother, I’m going out in a while. I’ll be leaving the family to you.”

It doesn't matter whose estate it is; what's important is that Cuiyin and the Han family are about to officially clash, and they can't be without money.

There are still their descendants in the Pinglian Mountains.

The ancestors also left behind instructions, and there are still treasures belonging to the direct lineage to give to Cuiyin.

He always finds a chance to take it.

What was uncertain at the time, now, Cuiyin is one of their direct descendants.

"Brother, aren't you overthinking this? This estate originally belonged to Princess Changyun. It's all over the capital that Princess Changyun and the Duke of Dingguo's relationship has broken down and the Emperor has granted them a divorce. The imperial decree has even been issued..."

Yan Xiao usually likes to go to teahouses to listen to storytellers. Whenever there is any disturbance in the capital, a new story will emerge there.

Although it doesn't explicitly name names, who doesn't understand the underlying metaphor?

At this moment, Madam Wang came out of the house, followed by Yan Zhicheng and his sister Yan Ruyi. "Alright, you lot, stop making a fuss outside and start cleaning up the estate!"

The three brothers then stopped talking and began to plan the estate.

The largest courtyard was reserved for Han Cuiyin.

But before they could settle down, uninvited guests arrived the next day.

As soon as Wang opened the door, a carriage was about to enter. "Who are you? Breaking into a private residence? Do you know who the owner of this house is?"

"Who is the master? Isn't it Princess Changyun? The princess once promised our lady that this estate would belong to Luoyang—"

The driver was dressed more elegantly than the average person and had a very arrogant attitude.

Before he could finish speaking, Wang threw a bucket of swill at him. The driver dodged, and she quickly locked the door from the inside.

They hadn't had time to tidy up the other courtyards yet, so for convenience, they settled in the front courtyard. Who knew that the Luo family would arrive in the middle of the day?

"Don't go out! They're from the Luo family, I've already kicked them out! Those people don't look like good people at all, taking advantage of the Princess's good temper. I don't have that kind of temper!"

This time it's swill, but who knows what it will be next time.