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

After receiving the letter, Han Cuiyin eagerly opened it and casually said, "It's that Young Master Ma from last time. I asked him to find someone."

Luo Jingqian took a deep breath to calm himself down. "You only met him once, yet he was willing to risk his life to help you find him. He's truly a good person!"

“They are indeed good people! But the piece of wood I gave them will ensure their safety when they go to sea in the future, so they won’t lose out.”

She turned a page of the letter in her hand, her smiling face instantly turning angry. "Are the people of Penglai Island this domineering at sea? What kind of logic is it to forcibly take people away!"

"What happened? Your cousin went there, so there shouldn't be any major problems. Is there some misunderstanding?" Luo Jingqian suggested that Yan Zhicheng go to sea to find someone because he was from Penglai Island, which would make things easier for him.

"My cousin hasn't arrived yet. That person from Penglai Island has taken a liking to Qingyun and insists on taking her back as his seventh concubine. Unfortunately, Qingyun has no cultivation at all and is completely unable to resist!"

The cultivators of this Konoha world don't think about improving their cultivation; they think about love and romance all day long, treating women as commodities and possessions.

This is what she dislikes the most.

Han Cuiyin was feeling down, wishing she could go to sea to rescue people right now.

Qingyun has never suffered the pain of being robbed, only taking things from others.

Luo Jingqian also finished reading the contents above. "If we go to Penglai Island, that will be easier. I'll have my master send a message to the sect leader there, and he'll be able to save your friend. There's no need to worry."

The person who was just moments ago unhappy with the letter writer now had a faint smile on their face.

"Tomorrow is the fifteenth of August. If you wish to go to the Pinglian Mountains on the sixteenth of August, I can go with you. Changxing County is my mother's fiefdom, so it will be convenient for me to handle any matters there."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Luo Jingqian spoke his mind.

If she leaves quietly after the fifteenth, it would seem deliberate for him to go looking for her again.

"I'm afraid things won't be peaceful tomorrow! Consort Rui told the Emperor that I should go for a political marriage. I wonder what kind of trouble will arise in the palace tomorrow."

Han Cuiyin was also worried about what was happening in the Pinglian Mountains. However, she had no choice but to submit to the circumstances. The way of Heaven here was strange, and if she offended Emperor Chuyuan and was struck by lightning, there would be no one to complain to.

She is now what Qingyun called "crisp skin," a minor cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining. To some people in the Leaf Village, she is already someone to look up to. Under the rules, she has no special privileges.

The founding emperor of the Great Ye Dynasty must have had some incredible luck, as the Zhao family somehow obtained a portion of the Heavenly Dao, allowing them to rise above cultivators.

As night deepened, Luo Jingqian had no choice but to leave.

Han Cuiyin was wide awake.

After she finished organizing Yan Qingping's things and reading about the life of the patriarch of the Yan family's collateral branch, she didn't know what to say to the patriarch of the Mo family.

This person almost ruined the entire Hidden Leaf Village because of his own selfish desires.

The fact that the Mo family has received this retribution is already considered a good thing for them.

They lingered on for a thousand years, and their descendants multiplied for generations; this was already the best possible outcome.

However, their biggest mistake was targeting ordinary people.

Ordinary people only live for a few decades, but in order to prolong the lives of the Mo family, thousands of people in the capital die every year.

The ancestor of the Yan family's collateral branch had given in to a moment of weakness and agreed to the Mo family ancestor's request.

The two were originally good friends, and he never dreamed that the Mo family patriarch would betray him.

Later, in order to ensure the survival of the collateral branches of the Yan family, they had no choice but to drag the direct branches into the mess.

During the Yan family's direct lineage, they lived in the Pinglian Mountains and rarely concerned themselves with worldly affairs.

Later, he had no choice but to help the collateral branch. The ancestor of the direct branch never expected that his descendants would almost be plotted against and killed by the collateral branch.

She had already decided to hand this jade slip over to Yan Zhicheng. As for how to deal with the members of the collateral branches of the Yan family, she would not interfere; that would be left to her uncles to decide.

She put the jade slip into her storage bag before realizing that the communication jade talisman was active.

The storage bag was a gift from Zhao Feilan. Inside, besides some spirit stones, there were many stones of unknown material, as well as a communication talisman. The two had left each other's marks, so the communication must have come from Zhao Feilan.

Her adoptive father went to Changxing County to search for her. With his cultivator skills, he should have news soon.

Upon hearing the contents, Han Cuiyin frowned slightly. "The center of the Pinglian Mountains? That place is very strange. Even the Hongshan siblings dare not venture in. What is Uncle going there for?"

Zhao Feilan's methods were superb, far superior to those of the cultivators of Fuguang Mountain, and she had no doubt about his judgment.

Due to time constraints, she did not have the opportunity to explore the central area of ​​the Pinglian Mountains.

At that time, I learned the edge of the central area, where a thin mist shrouded it. As soon as I got close, beads of blood seeped out from my body.

Han Cuiyin immediately gave up her thoughts and suppressed her curiosity.

She had only recovered some of her cultivation, and she wouldn't act recklessly if she didn't have the strength to escape unscathed.

"My cheap father's cultivation is not bad, he should be able to make a name for himself. What is my uncle going there for? Didn't he say he was going to Han Zhen's ancestral home to find evidence of the Han family's wrongdoings, so that Han Zhen wouldn't dare to mess with me?"

Yan Dali used this as an excuse to return to his hometown, and also took his eldest son with him so that someone could help him if he encountered danger.

With a long sigh, Han Cuiyin returned to the lotus-shaped space and, taking advantage of the time, prepared some defensive items.

She had used up all the stone beads in her hand. Now that her cultivation level was high enough, she could use jade stones to set up arrays and draw talismans, which would increase the power of the array.

She wasn't confident about venturing into the central area of ​​the Pinglian Mountains.

Her cultivation level was low, far from the level of the Immortal Realm.

Over there, at least she had many life-saving items, all prepared for her by her master. Here, she was penniless and had to buy everything herself.

The next day.

Han Cuiyin woke up with dark circles under her eyes.

Having exhausted her spiritual energy yesterday, she really didn't want to waste it on her face.

Besides, we're going to do something big today, so the more disheveled we are, the better.

Granny Chu, however, found it hard to believe. "Didn't you go to bed early yesterday, Miss? Why are the areas around your eyes like this? I told you, going to the palace banquet is nothing special. It's just married women socializing, and young ladies from wealthy families getting together to have fun. Why are you so worried about your first trip to the palace, Miss?"

Han Cuiyin was too lazy to explain, and only said, "Granny, comb your hair. The more gaudy the better. If you paint your face black, no one will notice the problem with your eyes."

She leaned lazily against Granny Chu, letting Granny Chu and Gao Xiaolan do her hair and makeup.

Half an hour later, everything was finally ready.

After she finished breakfast and went to the gate, everyone had arrived and was waiting for her.

"Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night, that's why I'm late."

Luo Jingqian glanced at her and shoved a paper package into her hand. "Hmm, very unique. Keep these fried silver fish for when you're hungry."

“It’s really special, Sister Han. Let’s get in the car first, and we can play more when we get to the palace.” Luo Tianyun pulled Luo Tianxia and went to find Princess Changyun.

"Is it really that amazing?" Han Cuiyin chuckled.

On the fifteenth of August, families reunite, and the osmanthus dances under the clear autumn moon.