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

In the evening, a gentle breeze blew.

Apart from the sailors in the control room, everyone else on board was already asleep.

Han Cuiyin had trouble falling asleep, so she went to the deck to get some fresh air.

During the day, he was learning manners, but was thoroughly tormented by Granny Wang.

Her legs felt a little numb.

Granny Wang kept stirring things up, inciting Da Ni to make trouble for her.

It has never been Han Cuiyin's style to let others sit back and watch the tigers fight.

After that, she simply stopped responding and let them go.

However, she wasn't one to suffer a loss alone; she was sure those two would have a hard time in her dreams tonight.

Although she shouldn't argue with mortals, she's only at the first level of Qi Refining, and compared to ordinary experts, she can at most fight to a draw.

Without absolute military strength, she would not choose to confront someone head-on.

There's someone even more capable than her on this ship; how could she easily expose herself?

Han Song came back this time on another mission.

That expert was quite polite to him.

Unable to fall asleep at night, she took a small bottle of rice wine from the kitchen and drank it alone under the moon.

The river waves flow endlessly.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, its light spread across the river, and as the boat passes through it, only pale yellow hues remain.

"Respect Heaven and Earth, respect the Moon Palace!"

Slightly tipsy, Han Cuiyin finished the last drop of her drink and stumbled back to her room.

After she left, an elderly man appeared. He picked up the porcelain bottle from the ground, shook it, and said, "Not a drop left. She's quite the connoisseur of wine! Han Song, your Han family has produced an interesting girl."

At such a young age, he was already weathered by life, and loneliness seemed to be etched into his very bones.

But the old man especially envied that indescribable feeling about her.

Han Song broke out in a cold sweat. "Miss Yang grew up in the countryside and lacked proper upbringing. She's become a laughingstock for Old Mo."

Being noticed by Mo Lao, a royal retainer, is both a blessing and a curse.

"Is this the girl from over there?"

Old Master Mo knew about the affair between Princess Mingxia, Han Zhen, and Yan Shunhua back then. "Lord Han sent people to pick her up this time. Does he intend to arrange a marriage between her and some illegitimate son?"

Han Song wiped the sweat from his face. "Originally... the master wanted Miss Yang to enter the Fourth Prince's harem, but who knew..."

"Lord Han's ambition is truly great. The Fourth Prince is the Empress's legitimate son, while the daughter of a discarded wife is not even good-looking. Isn't this just sending her to her death? Besides, would Princess Mingxia agree to this?"

Mo Lao's descendants were unintentionally saved by Han Zhen, and in order to repay the kindness, he wanted to help Han Zhen for five years.

The inner quarters of the Han family are not as peaceful as they appear on the surface.

Princess Mingxia is not a generous person.

"That Madam Yan is strikingly beautiful. Has your master never seen this Miss Yang before, yet he brought her over directly?"

"I recall that Lord Han has returned five or six times in recent years, but he has never visited us once?"

"Also, even if you don't go to see her in person, you should at least send some money, right? This girl is only a teenager, but she's dressed like an old woman. The Han family's daughters are all dressed like flowers, and they are all a hundred times better dressed than Miss Yang."

Now, Han Song didn't know where to begin.

Let me explain. The reputation of the Han family, whose ancestral home is Han, for being greedy and disregarding family ties has spread. People will only say that Han Zhen did not manage his family well.

Without further explanation, the adults are unkind fathers, letting their children wander outside, disregarding familial bonds.

"Old Master Mo, there must be some misunderstanding. My master sends back three hundred taels of silver every year."

Han Song's voice was barely audible, and he was somewhat unsure of what the old sage meant.

Did Miss Yang catch the eye of this important figure?

If that's the case, then Miss Yang's appearance isn't a major flaw.

"Old Mo, what's so special about Aunt Yang?"

Han Song took care of everything along the way, and Old Mo was well taken care of; the two had already become familiar with each other.

Han Song mustered up the courage to ask.

“Of course she has something special about her, like her face.” Old Mo gazed at the vast starry sky, feeling a sense of unease. “I have something to attend to and must go ahead. I will naturally return to the Han family after this is over.”

Han Song didn't dare to stop him, saying, "Please do as you please."

"As for Miss Yang, let nature take its course. Everything is predestined. As for Lord Han, just keep your original intentions."

Mo Lao was deeply moved by Han Cuiyin's reverence for heaven and earth and urgently needed to go into seclusion to gain enlightenment.

Old Master Mo didn't dare to easily interfere in her affairs.

Those who are favored by heaven and earth bring bad luck to anyone who crosses them.

Whatever result Han Zhen gets, it's the result of his own actions.

Old Mo lightly touched the boat with his toes and rode away on the waves.

Han Song stood on the deck, gazing in the direction where Elder Mo had left with nothing but envy.

Han Cuiyin was unaware that such an important person had paid attention to her, and she didn't care about the pitying looks in the eyes of the people on the boat when they called her Miss Yang.

Does having the surname Han make you more noble than others?

She continued to do things her own way, following her own whims.

If someone tries to provoke you, just slap them in the face.

For the past two or three days, Han Cuiyin has been learning the rules. When those two tried to intimidate her with the rules, she took action to teach them a lesson, making them suffer from nightmares.

Later, Granny Wang and Da Niu seemed to have some doubts and became more restrained.

They sailed very slowly, stopping for half a day at almost every ferry crossing.

Especially Granny Wang, who always went down to buy things.

Han Song also disembarked this time.

Without Old Mo around, he wasn't as anxious as before.

When he returned, he brought back six sets of clothes. "Miss Yang, we will reach the ferry closest to the capital in seven days. Wear these clothes as you like. After we get back to the manor, have the embroiderer make a few nicer ones."

He had previously reminded Granny Wang to prepare a few nicer dresses for Miss Yang, so that the adults wouldn't lose face when they went to the capital.

Unfortunately, this person completely ignored his words and always made excuses to brush him off.

Having no other choice, he had to handle it himself.

Han Cuiyin was genuinely surprised.

From the day she made her first public appearance, Han Song's eyes were filled with regret.

This time, he actually took the initiative to buy her clothes. Doesn't he know that this means taking sides?

If Princess Mingxia knew, she would definitely make things difficult for him.

I thought life would continue peacefully like this, passing the time by learning the rules on the ship, and that we would soon arrive in the capital.

But then the unexpected happened.

Their ships were moving quickly afterward, and it was said that they would reach the capital in three days, sailing at full speed even at night.

Han Cuiyin went to bed early as usual, and Wang Mama put a lot of effort into dinner, so she always tried her best to cooperate.

After the exercise neutralized the effects of the medicine, the drowsiness gradually subsided.

"Thump!" The ship was hit hard.

"The river bandits are coming!"

The sound of gongs resounded through the sky.

"The ship is sinking!"

"Run!"

Han Cuiyin cursed inwardly, "What an idiot! How dare she get involved with river bandits."

Collusion between officials and criminals is a major taboo.

Even though the family members of the Minister of Personnel knowingly committed crimes, Han Zhen still had to put in some effort to mitigate the impact.

"Go and wake Miss Yang quickly. Pick out the most valuable items from the shopping and bring them with you," Han Song ordered in a deep voice, then went to check the small boat.

Han Cuiyin listened quietly to the hurried footsteps of the crowd outside the room with a cold smile.

No one knocked on her door.

After about fifteen minutes, the ship returned to calm.

River water had already entered; the water wasn't cold, but her heart was.