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

The Yan family members were somewhat reserved upon their first meeting.

It was Yan Xiao who brought out a wine jar and filled everyone's glasses, which finally livened up the atmosphere.

Zhao Feilan cooperated as well, showing no airs of a prince whatsoever.

Yan Xiao refilled his cup, "Your Highness, please continue!"

"What kind of prince am I!" Zhao Feilan's face was full of sarcasm and disdain as he picked up his cup. "From now on, call me brother-in-law! We're family, no need to be so formal. Thank you for not disliking me."

He knew how he got his title.

He was told to disappear from public view, and he did so, since he had no intention of getting involved in worldly affairs anyway.

If he could find a way back to the Immortal Mountain, he would naturally take Yan Shunhua away.

“Not at all! My brother-in-law doesn’t look like a fifty-year-old at all. He’s much younger than A-Cheng and very handsome. My sister is lucky to have him.”

Yan Dali was generous with his praise.

Zhao Feilan's expression suddenly changed, and just as he was about to lash out, Yan Shunhua grabbed his arm and shook her head at him.

“Shunhua is excellent to me.” Zhao Feilan took a deep breath and continued, “Cuiyin is excellent as well. There is no question of one of us being above the other.”

After saying this, Yan Dali realized he had misspoke and was about to make amends when Wang stopped him, saying, "He's drunk and talking nonsense. You two continue, I'll let him clear his head."

After Wang finished speaking, she pulled him into the house.

The atmosphere at the table became somber.

Everyone knows that Zhao Feilan is extremely sensitive about people mentioning his age, and he hates it even more when people belittle his wife and daughters.

Yan Xiaoxiao smiled through her tears, "Sister, I'm relieved that you're doing well! All these years, I'm finally free from this torment. I'm so sorry~"

Zhao Feilan sighed helplessly, "That's enough! Shunhua has only had sweetness and no bitterness with me, so why are you crying? Your sister is pregnant, don't make her shed tears too."

After saying that, Zhao Feilan took the person away.

"Girl, you should at least give us a break after all these years. Is someone harassing you at Suyue Nunnery?"

After Yan Erwen had almost everyone left, he finally had the chance to ask Yan Shunhua about what happened back then.

"Second Brother, let's go inside and talk. My lord, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back until later tonight. I'm sorry. Cuiyin, please take good care of the lord."

Yan Zhicheng was taken aback. What did his aunt mean by this?

He's still here; there's no need for his cousin to entertain other men.

"My lord, why don't we go to the pavilion? It's cooler and more breezy there."

Han Cuiyin was eating the food on the table at the moment.

She was the only one eating there from beginning to end.

Yan Zhicheng wondered where all that food had gone; this petite girl ate more than him.

She ate almost half of the meat and vegetables on the table.

Han Cuiyin picked up another piece of fried lotus root sandwich and ate it happily, saying, "You guys go first, I'll come find you in a bit."

After many years, she tasted this flavor again, but who could understand the complex emotions hidden beneath her happy face?

"Xiao Lan, go ask your aunt where she bought this lotus root and learn how to cook it. Then you can teach Xiao He when you get back."

In the realm of immortality, she had to abstain from her cravings. When she saw those delicious meats, she could only swallow her saliva in her heart. In public, she still had to maintain the aloofness of a Buddhist disciple.

Returning here, despite the many inconveniences, gives her the opportunity to enjoy delicious food and reunite with her family, which makes her happiest.

After finishing her meal, Han Cuiyin went directly to the small pavilion in the courtyard.

"Look at you, you've already eaten your fill, why are you snacking again? Are all marquises like you?" Qingshan could hear the sarcasm in Yan Zhicheng's words.

Luo Jingqian seemed not to hear him and picked up another fried silver fish. "Cousin, you should try some too! It's a specialty of Hantan. You haven't had it before."

"Who's your cousin! I can see right through you, your little schemes are practically written all over your face. My cousin is still young, innocent and naive, so you'd better keep your little schemes to yourself! Besides, you're of such high status, we can't possibly be worthy of you."

Yan Zhicheng was furious and had completely lost his former upright demeanor.

"Cousin, don't be anxious! Uncle already said there's no question of who's marrying above their station. I know I'm physically weak and don't have a father yet, and none of you like me—"

"Why belittle yourself, my lord! You went to the border alone back then and saved many people! Cousin, why are you being so mean? Didn't you say that someone saved you back then?"

As soon as Han Cuiyin arrived, she heard Luo Jingqian's disappointed words and quickly chimed in to support him.

"He...he's faking it!" Yan Zhicheng hadn't expected that they had been at odds just moments before, and in the blink of an eye, he seemed like a completely different person.

Luo Jingqian raised an eyebrow at him, the provocation in which only he could see.

My cousin was behind this person, so she couldn't see his expression.

Qingshan watched the whole thing unfold and was stunned, unsure how to react.

How long has it been since my junior brother has been this vibrant?

Ever since Senior Geng sank to the bottom of the cold pool, he has become taciturn.

Why is he teasing Yan Zhicheng like this today? Has he finally come to his senses?

Qingshan couldn't help but glance at Han Cuiyin again. Could it be that the appearance of the destined person had changed things so much?

Han Cuiyin grabbed a small silver fish from the table and stuffed it into her mouth. "Alright, cousin, I have something important to tell you. Are you a disciple of Penglai Immortal Island?"

To make it easier to take it, she sat down next to Luo Jingqian.

Yan Zhicheng then looked at Luo Jingqian and asked, "You're the one who said my sect's legacy is mine?"

Ever since he learned of Luo Jingqian's feelings, he couldn't help himself.

My cousin must not jump into this fire pit!

She's so young; she can't afford to ruin herself.

After seeing through his thoughts, Yan Zhicheng hadn't had a chance to tell her those things yet.

Luo Jingqian smiled and said, "Miss Han is worried about the safety of a friend who happens to be at sea, not far from your Penglai Immortal Island, which is why she mentioned it. If you are unwilling, we from Fuguang Mountain can send people to rescue him. Some disciples from Fuguang Mountain will be coming in a few days, then we won't need your help."

A blatant conspiracy!

It all depends on whether Yan Zhicheng accepts the offer.

If she doesn't answer, Han Cuiyin will definitely feel uncomfortable. If she does answer, her junior brother will be all she has left, and feelings will inevitably develop over time.

Qingshan couldn't help but admire him secretly.

No wonder Master said that if Junior Brother really wanted to scheme, none of them knew what would happen.

“Cuiyin, is this person very important? My sect doesn’t allow me to go out without permission, so I’m afraid I’ll have to go myself.”

Luo Jingqian clenched his fist and covered his lips, pretending to cough. Only Yan Zhicheng could see the smile in his eyes.

I originally thought this Marquis Jingyun was a sickly man, but I didn't expect him to be so cunning.

After learning some information about Qingyun, Yan Zhicheng agreed and then added, "I need to go back to the Pinglian Mountains with my father. We'll set sail from Changle County. Will we have enough time?"

"It's not too late! A friend went to rescue him, but he's unfamiliar with the area and it's not as convenient for him as it is for a local like you."

After Han Cuiyin finished speaking, Yan Zhicheng looked at Luo Jingqian and said, "Local bully? Our Penglai Immortal Island is not as domineering as Fuguang Mountain. We don't do things that bully others."

"Cousin, go with peace of mind! I will take care of the Yan family. I will send thirty guards over tomorrow. Don't worry about home."

With Han Cuiyin present, Yan Zhicheng held back and did not make a move, but silently said, "You wait!"

It was nearly midnight when they finally left the estate.

After Yan Zhicheng agreed, Han Cuiyin visibly relaxed.

“Cuiyin, come down here more often in the future. It’s not convenient for your mother to come here. Please don’t let your uncles and the others be bullied.”

"I know, Mother. Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhao Feilan took it, "The stolen time has been returned and some has even been taken back. Your mother is fine, don't worry!"