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

"My name is Liu Dafu. May I ask how this young man is addressed?" The richest man in Changye Town smiled amiably.

He himself donated only three thousand taels, and other wealthy families donated at most two thousand taels. This young master was so generous; there seemed to be no one else in the town who could do such a thing.

If it were an outsider who donated so much, it would be a sign of kindness.

The Third Prince saw this and sneered inwardly, looking down on Luo Jingqian even more. For a girl, he had let her waste his family's money.

Even now, he still firmly believed Han Yueshi's words; this new sister of his was fond of currying favor with the powerful.

Five thousand taels of silver is nothing more than the dowry of a legitimate daughter of a middle-class family in the capital.

How much money could Han Cuiyin, a girl whose father doesn't care about her and whose mother has disappeared, possibly have? It all belongs to that idiot Luo Jingqian.

Unaware of the Third Prince's thoughts, Luo Jingqian discreetly shielded Han Cuiyin behind him, asking, "What is it, Master Liu?"

Liu Dafu looked at the young man in front of him, who was dressed with an air of nobility, unlike the young men in Changye Town. He spoke more politely, "Are you Yan Zhisheng, the young master of Yan Family Village? Thank you for your help with the golden statue of the mountain god. Your name will definitely be engraved on it."

“No, engrave it as Yan Dali from Yan Family Village. I do have a request, and I hope Master Liu will grant it.” Han Cuiyin then emerged from behind Luo Jingqian. “Oh, that was just my silver note.”

Liu Dafu's smile deepened. "Yan Family Village? Why does that sound so familiar? Could it be the Yan Family Village at the foot of the Pinglian Mountains?"

"Exactly!" Han Cuiyin replied frankly.

"But I remember that Yanjiacun was reduced to ruins overnight, and all the people there were buried underground. When the town found them and went to rescue them, there was only a scorched earth."

Liu Dafu was right; the people in the town suspected that Yan Xiao had brought disaster to Yanjia Village.

The people who had previously fooled around with Yan Xiao had also disappeared from the town, much to the delight of the townspeople.

“I am Yan Dali’s second son. I used to serve in the army. The people of Yanjia Village did indeed perish, but my family was lucky enough to escape and now we live in the capital. A few days ago, my father returned to his hometown, but he disappeared without a trace, so I came here specifically to look for him.”

While speaking, Han Cuiyin kept an eye on her surroundings and did not notice anyone suspicious.

"I see! What does Young Master Yan want me to do?"

Liu Dafu's expression remained unchanged, but his tone lacked the enthusiasm he had just displayed.

Yan Xiao had swindled his family's money before.

His son wanted to pursue the imperial examinations, but his talent was limited and he lacked a renowned teacher. After learning about Yan Xiao's situation, he was willing to lend a helping hand and establish a familial bond.

Who knew that Yan Xiao was a hopeless case? Not only did he send his son to the gambling den, but he also stole money from the Liu family.

This matter has caused quite a stir.

However, even after so much time has passed, Yan Zhisheng is still unaware of this matter, while Liu Dafu's attitude has taken a sharp turn for the worse.

He now feels no sympathy whatsoever for the Yan family's plight.

I thought Yan Xiao could regroup and take the exam again, but unexpectedly, she struggled for a long time.

In the end, he can't compare to that scholar from the Han family!

Now that this young master Yan has donated so much silver, the mountain god temple will have enough money to cast a larger golden statue.

What Liu Dafu was thinking was unknown to others.

Han Cuiyin, however, keenly sensed his change in mood, but she didn't care. "I want you to publicize my deeds, Yan Er. Is that even possible?"

"It's that simple?" Liu Dafu was overjoyed and quickly assured him, "Of course I can do it!"

After receiving the assurance, Han Cuiyin returned to the courtyard of Changye Inn with Luo Jingqian without waiting for anything to continue.

The Third Prince had been listening intently to their conversation and was also somewhat curious as to why Han Cuiyin was using the surname Yan to carry out her actions.

After all that, it turns out he came back to find someone.

Has the matter with Princess Changyun been resolved?

What is so admirable about Han Cuiyin that makes Princess Jinghe's faction so fond of her, even willing to let the sickly girl travel with her?

"By the way, didn't the Third Young Master say he was going to donate over a thousand taels? Master Liu, why don't you hurry up and accept it!"

Han Cuiyin caught a glimpse of the fleeting disdain on the Third Prince's face and naturally wouldn't let the opportunity slip by.

Having experienced much, Liu Dafu was always adept at handling people. "It's all from the heart, young master, please feel free to do as you please."

This young master was dressed even more luxuriously than the young master next to Yan Er, clearly not a young master from an ordinary family. He wouldn't offend anyone for a little money.

Anyway, we already have enough money to build the mountain god temple and sculpt the golden statue, so why create more trouble?

Han Cuiyin just dislikes the Third Prince, but as for what happens, she won't force him.

“Let’s go back to Changye Inn first. If Master Liu has anything to do, he can come to the inn to find us tomorrow.” Luo Jingqian said amiably. “Since someone has seen the Mountain God, could you please give us a portrait of him? We can kneel and worship him every day from now on.”

"Of course!" Liu Dafu was extremely polite to Luo Jingqian and hurriedly asked his servant to fetch a card.

After Luo Jingqian took it, he left with Han Cuiyin.

Back in the courtyard of the Changye Inn, Han Cuiyin transmitted her voice, "Have you noticed anything amiss?"

Luo Jingqian was taken aback, then transmitted his voice, "What do you feel? Has that person appeared? Is he following us?"

Otherwise, why would the two of them need to hide their conversation from others?

"Yes, the moment I mentioned Yan Family Village, a gaze was fixed on me. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone!"

Han Cuiyin no longer concealed anything; her actions were intended to lure the snake out of its hole.

She had a premonition that the man was Mo Changdao's apprentice.

He was one of the people who wrote to the Yan family that day, and if I'm not mistaken, the other one is Lian Yao.

What exactly is in the Pinglian Mountains that would make my uncle risk his life alone?

“Let’s all go back to our rooms now. Maybe we can lure that person out. There’s not much of a crowd here. Everyone in town is to the east. The timing is perfect,” Luo Jingqian transmitted his voice.

Even if they fight and make a commotion, no one will notice.

After discussing it, the two returned to their respective rooms and blew out the lights.

A quarter of an hour later, a dark figure suddenly appeared in their courtyard and headed straight for Han Cuiyin's room.

A long, gleaming blade pried open Han Cuiyin's door.

The man tiptoed to the bedside and reached directly for something on it.

Unfortunately, they came up empty-handed; there was only a pillow wrapped under the blanket on the bed.

The man reacted extremely quickly, turning around and slashing backward.

A jade staff gleaming with a pale green light blocked the attack, sparks flying.

"Are you Mo Changdao's disciple?" Han Cuiyin's eyes were still very sharp in the darkness. The person in front of her was dressed in black and did not cover his face. His face shape was similar to Mo Changdao's.

The man in black remained silent, sprinkled a handful of dust-like substance, and darted into the courtyard.

A layer of black flames appeared on Han Cuiyin's body, quickly burning away the poisonous dust.

In the courtyard, Luo Jingqian sparred with the man, his folding fan opening and closing with graceful and elegant movements.

Her light black dress shone brightly against the starlight.

Han Cuiyin stared intently, without intervening.

Once he figured out the truth, he took the man down.

"Cuiyin, it's up to you!" Luo Jingqian removed his weapon, took out the poison from his mouth, dabbed it on his body a few times, and then threw it at Han Cuiyin's feet.

The heavy object fell to the ground, bringing Han Cuiyin back to her senses.