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

The area was shrouded in mist, and birds sang sweetly.

Han Cuiyin didn't take the Yan brothers' strange behavior to heart.

“Miss Xu, it took me quite a bit of time to show you the way. If it weren’t for the fact that you paid me, I would have already—”

“Miss Yang, ten taels of silver is quite a lot. If you keep asking for more, I’ll have to have my men talk to you about it.”

Last night, her men searched the entire Yan family village but found nothing. This person even offended her. Did they really think she was good-natured?

Han Lingzhi smiled and retorted, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Han Cuiyin touched her nose and began to try to salvage the situation, "Miss Yang has seen my dark face. Which girl doesn't like to look pretty? I was just venting my frustrations, that's all."

These guards are all highly skilled; if she were to deal with them all, she might not be able to escape unscathed.

If Han Lingzhi were to lose everything along with these people due to another moment of impulsiveness, and the Han family matriarch's people came looking for her, it would be easy for her to escape, but it would be difficult for the others in Yan Family Village.

This place... after all, raised them, mother and daughter.

Han Lingzhi scoffed and muttered under her breath, "She's really obsessed with money. How could she possibly be worthy of that person's attention? Just because she saved her life?"

Han Cuiyin didn't hear it. She looked eastward and felt a pang of regret.

The purple aura was more abundant than usual that day, and even the sun's flames were more active than usual.

Such a good opportunity for cultivation has been missed.

Han Lingzhi and her men pretended to be looking for medicine, but in reality, they were keeping a close eye on Han Cuiyin's every move.

If the target appears, Han Cuiyin will be a pawn to be discarded.

"What kind of road are you leading us on? We haven't found a single good medicinal herb. Are you playing us for a fool?"

After spending a day in the mountains, the leader of Han Lingzhi's men finally lost his temper.

“The villages nearby all rely on the mountains for their livelihood, and everyone wants to dig up some old, high-quality medicinal herbs to exchange for money. You’ve come all the way from the capital, and I’m afraid you’ll leave empty-handed.”

"Ah Da, shut up! Let's go back today and come back tomorrow. If we still can't find anything, then we should return to the capital."

Han Lingzhi called out to her subordinates, though she herself was somewhat unsure whether the dream was real or not.

On August 11th, the heir of the Duke of Dingguo was attacked again, but there was still a chance.

She was determined to save people, not only because she wanted to know the identity of the evil god's benefactor, but also because she wanted to verify the truth of the events in her dream.

Han Cuiyin pouted, "You young ladies from wealthy families, you believe everything you hear, you really have to suffer for nothing. Here, some medicine for external injuries!"

The young lady's toes were bleeding, yet she still insisted on going deeper into the Pinglian Mountains without a word. I wasn't going to accompany her.

"Thanks--"

"There's no need for that. The price is clearly stated: ten taels of silver."

Han Cuiyin stretched out her right hand, ignoring the fiery eyes of the person in front of her, a smile playing on her lips.

"Here you go! You'd better live a long life, otherwise who knows who will benefit from all this money you've saved!"

During this meeting, Han Cuiyin didn't feel much ill will towards Han Lingzhi; on the contrary, she felt she understood the young lady better.

This person is not the straightforward, naive girl from her previous life; she has her own plan in mind.

If one is destined to remain within the Han family in this lifetime, it might be worthwhile to befriend this person and use their strength against them.

It was already evening when we returned to Yanjiacun.

After a hasty dinner, Han Lingzhi lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and refused to move.

"Let me give you a break, and I guarantee you'll be full of energy tomorrow."

Han Lingzhi was initially somewhat resistant. Although the two did not get along, they were half-sisters, and she did not treat Han Cuiyin as a servant.

Unfortunately, the person's technique was too good; her fatigue did indeed dissipate, and that's how she ended up.

Han Lingzhi relaxed for a moment and fell into a deep sleep, so she had no chance to keep an eye on her again.

Han Cuiyin used the fatigue-relieving techniques she had learned from her fellow Daoists in the Hehuan Sect of the Longevity Realm on Han Lingzhi, and they did indeed make her fall asleep.

However, she was still worried, so she ordered another herb to help her sleep before leaving.

Upon reaching the cellar, the person who had been recuperating had vanished.

Where dried cow dung used to be piled in the cellar, a pit about a foot long, a foot wide, and a foot deep has appeared, and the contents of the pit have been removed.

"They actually fell for it! This person came prepared; was it also for something here in their past life?"

Han Cuiyin carefully recalled that in her previous life she had rescued Luo Jingqian, and at that time she had not separated from the Yan family.

This person was recuperating in the Yan family's courtyard.

One night, she went to change his dressing, but he was gone. He reappeared in the morning.

She was foolish and stupid back then, and didn't think things through.

From this perspective, this matter is not simple.

Rumors circulated in the capital that the heir of the Duke of Dingguo was assassinated on his mother's fiefdom on the eleventh day of the eighth lunar month while rushing back to the capital for the Mid-Autumn Festival to reunite with his family.

Opportunities are something that depend on one's own abilities.

Han Cuiyin wasn't curious about what was inside; she just didn't want to get involved in any trouble.

Luo Jingqian, the heir apparent of the Duke of Dingguo, is a real problem.

Han Cuiyin silently equated the two, saying, "If this person gets a chance, when we meet again, we'll have to ask him for some money."

She cleaned up the traces in the cellar, and after returning upstairs, she couldn't sleep, so she picked up the wooden fish and went back to the yard.

On the ninth day of the eighth lunar month, the moonlight was golden, its clear radiance shining in all directions.

She simply started tapping a wooden fish under the moonlight to calm her mind.

In the realm of immortality, she is a Buddhist practitioner.

She has both merits and bloodshed.

The Sound Fairy and the Emerald Rakshasa are both her.

She didn't use much force, and her deep, melodious voice quickly calmed her down.

That night, everyone in Yanjia Village slept very well, including Han Lingzhi and others.

The tenth day of August.

Han Cuiyin led Han Lingzhi and her group into the mountains again.

As always, nothing was gained.

Han Lingzhi finally gave up, "That's it then. It's not mine after all, and I can't force it."

On August 11th, Luo Jingqian was assassinated at the dock in the county town, and they are now heading there.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, these people also had to rush to the capital to reunite with their families.

You might run into them.

Han Lingzhi's eyes lit up. "Let's go!"

After saying that, the group quickly left the mountain.

Han Cuiyin looked in the direction they left and thought, "So they're not going to take their anger out on me? What a fat sheep, they just ran away like that."

She glanced at the large tree ten meters to her right, a slight smile playing on her lips.

This older sister is really persistent. She's not as stupid as she seems. Why did she go for a political marriage in her previous life?

"Should we rob her? She has nearly two hundred taels of silver on her."

Their salaries as guards were not high, and Han Lingzhi was not exactly well-off either; their monthly stipends were only average.

An opportunity has presented itself; I'll take the money and then hide back in my hometown...

The two exchanged a glance, hardened their hearts, and followed the others to attack.

“Miss Xu still has poor judgment,” Han Cuiyin sighed. “Then I’ll do a good deed to the end and help her clean up her own house.”

The two were terrified and could only watch as the branch came hurtling toward their throats, unable to dodge in time.

Then, Han Cuiyin whistled, and the howling of wolves began. She quickly descended the mountain.

Back in the dilapidated courtyard, Han Cuiyin spread the silver notes she had earned over the past two days on the kang (a heated brick bed). "One hundred and ninety-five taels. I don't know if that's enough."

He had used up all the internal energy he had stored up over the past few days in his attack. He didn't see a pair of eyes staring at the gleaming silver notes on the kang (heated brick bed).