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

Ronghua Lane is mostly inhabited by wealthy and powerful families, and it was unusually quiet at this moment, with hardly anyone walking around outside.

Han Cuiyin sat in the carriage, feeling bored. She knew that Mo Changdao was hiding outside, watching them.

He had been fooled by Luo Jingqian in the carriage, but now that this man had followed him, he was suspicious again.

The man named Mo Han has already explained the situation of the Yan family.

Her sudden appearance at the village will surely attract their attention.

Meanwhile, Mo Changdao was also mentally considering the possibility that the woman was Han Cuiyin.

That dark-faced girl hasn't come to the manor for almost a month. Yesterday, when Mo Han fought with that man, it was unclear whether she was the one who gave him pointers.

Another point is that Mo Han said the girl was extremely beautiful, with fair skin, beautiful eyes and a small face, looking like a fairy in the moon palace under the moonlight.

The only similarity between the two women is that the clothes match; there is no other resemblance whatsoever.

He was afraid that if he left like this, he might accidentally let someone go, and he wouldn't be able to explain it to the patriarch.

Now he can only hide on the rooftop and keep an eye on the dark-faced girl.

He knew quite a bit about the Han family; this dark-faced girl was not favored.

Han Zhen's purpose in bringing her back was not simple. Her birth mother was as beautiful as an angel, and Han Zhen did not expect that their daughter would look like this.

It's completely unacceptable for use in arranged marriages.

Moreover, Han Zhen had even greater ambitions; he originally intended to send Han Cuiyin to the backyard of a prince's residence.

Han Cuiyin was of low status and not particularly noticeable; it was an honor for her to be a prince's concubine.

Emperor Chu Yuan wouldn't suspect his intentions, and he could even win over the princes he favored.

In short, Han Zhen's plan was excellent, but Han Cuiyin's face was just too unpleasant.

Even if his black face turns white, Han Zhen probably still won't get what he wants.

This young lady was doing *that* with Marquis Jingyun in the carriage just now, in broad daylight. It's immoral. I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to marry into a good family.

He should find an opportunity to give Han Zhen some pointers later. Although Han Zhen is good at scheming, he has some tricks up his sleeve. It's better for the capital to be a bit more lively.

Mo Changdao was hiding on the roof, partly because he didn't want to go back to the Mo family. When he saw Han Cuiyin come out, his eyes were fixed on her left shoulder.

The old ancestor said that the person was injured, and the black-faced girl's injuries seemed a bit strange.

Ever since Han Cuiyin appeared, the black mist at his fingertips has been jumping more and more frequently, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Both are dressed in green, could it really be her?"

Where did she, a girl raised in the countryside, learn those skills?

The girl who barged into the Mo residence was no ordinary person; if he were to truly confront her, he might not be her match.

Mo Changdao couldn't help but feel wary. Once the seed of suspicion was planted, it quickly took root and sprouted. The more he looked at Han Cuiyin, the more she resembled the girl who had broken into the Mo residence and caused trouble.

Han Cuiyin felt a chill in her heart, knowing she was being watched. She patted her left shoulder and muttered to herself, "Brother Jingqian is so mean. He actually bit my left shoulder and then used his mouth to apply medicine. He has no shame! He even tied such an ugly knot on my shoulder, making my clothes look terrible."

He covered his face, stomped his foot, twisted his waist, and hurriedly jumped into the carriage.

Mo Changdao noticed a hint of shyness in her, shook his head, and simply couldn't bear to look at her.

"Let's calm down. That girl is so stupid, how could it be her! We might as well stay here and watch the show at the Luo family's place. What is Marquis Jingyun doing here this time? What a coincidence that he's here."

Mo Changdao was more interested in Luo Jingqian.

Could one of the ten disciples who suddenly descended from Fuguang Mountain be one of them?

That coachman must be from Fuguang Mountain; he belongs to the Qing generation.

Could their rude attitude be an attempt to cover something up?

Moreover, that person was also wearing green.

Could things really be such a coincidence?

Mo Changdao thought about it more and more and felt that this was possible, so he quickly sent a telepathic message to the Mo family patriarch to tell him about his discovery.

After getting into the carriage, Han Cuiyin couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Great!

She should have changed into a different colored outfit. If Luo Jingqian hadn't happened to be waiting here, she would have hidden in the lotus-shaped space.

Now, both of them are suspected by Mo Changdao, and there is also a dark mist watching them covetously.

With their current cultivation level, they would probably find it difficult to defend against the enemy.

Han Cuiyin quietly made some arrangements for the carriage to isolate herself from other people's spiritual senses, and then she also made some treatments on her left shoulder.

The tingling sensation on my left shoulder was faint, and after reciting the calming mantra again, my mind returned to peace.

"Mo Changdao has been keeping an eye on us, and it seems he suspects us. You need to finish this quickly. We'll go straight back to Qingshuang Mountain in a bit and not go back to the Princess's Mansion." Han Cuiyin could only give Luo Jingqian a few more instructions.

After entering, Luo Jingqian went directly to the study to see Luo Yuan.

"Lord Duke, my mother asked me to come and retrieve the token of our love from back then."

Luo Jingqian simply clasped his hands in a salute and did not address the Duke of Dingguo as "father".

Luo Yuan dismissed everyone, his face darkening. "Chang Yun is truly... truly shameless, actually instigating you to disown me as your father!"

"Shameless? Heh, that word should be used to describe you. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and Mother sent me to retrieve your tokens of love. Returning them now is better than asking for them back from your maternal uncle tomorrow."

Upon hearing Luo Jingqian's insults towards his mother, he lost all his usual humility.

"You've come at the right time. Your brother still needs a bowl of your blood. Your second aunt wanted to come looking for you the other day, but I stopped her. Since you want a token of your love, use this to exchange for it!"

The words Luo Yuan spoke had long lost their former warmth.

"Heh heh, well—what a shameless Duke!"

Just as Luo Jingqian was about to agree, Han Cuiyin interrupted him and immediately changed her mind.

"You must not agree. This is a demon, not your father."

If it wasn't his father, then where did his father go?

"If you won't give it to me, then I'll take my leave!" Luo Jingqian stood up and left.

"You're not allowed to leave! You came here without leaving anything behind. How can you come and go freely in the Luo family? Our Great Ye Dynasty governs the world with filial piety. Now that your grandfather is sick, all his descendants have contributed a bowl of their heart's blood as a medicinal ingredient. Only you are missing! Now that you're here, I'll save myself the trouble of sending someone to Qingshuang Mountain again."

Upon hearing the news, Madam Li rushed over and stopped Luo Jingqian.

"Get out! What do I care if you live or die!"

Qingyuan kicked the man away, getting ahead of Luo Jingqian.

Mo Changdao, who was on the roof, looked down on the Luo family even more.

The Mo family patriarch, who was attached to the hilt of his sword, transmitted his voice, "It would be fine to capture that Luo Yuan. He is a thousand-year-old demon and he will be useful to me."

“Ancestor, Luo Yuan’s cultivation is quite good, and he is in his prime. I am old and frail, and I may not be his match. Moreover, a thousand-year-old demon is not something I can deal with.”

Mo Changdao was very aware of his own abilities. He could only deal with minor demons with a few hundred years of cultivation at most, and he dared not easily provoke powerful demons.

The Mo family patriarch said excitedly, "If Luo Jingqian fights him later, you go and stop him. I have my own way of getting my way."