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

Ping'an Lane.

The house directly opposite that crooked tree is already occupied.

Quite a few people have moved in, and people come and go every day.

The two people who came in and out most frequently were a man and a woman.

They went out early every morning and returned home late every night, but this day was different.

They went home in the middle of the day.

It happened to be lunchtime, and Ping'an Lane was quiet, with no one looking for them.

These neighbors are all incredibly curious.

They either wanted to find out what the family did, or they wanted to marry their daughter to a member of the Yan family.

The Yan family was greatly disturbed.

However, with Yan Dali there, they easily turned those people away.

Why are you back so early today?

Yan Dali was sitting in the courtyard checking the account books when he saw Yan Xiao carrying two bolts of cloth back, and he was somewhat surprised.

Is this still his slippery third brother who can't lift a finger or carry anything?

Widow Gao, on the other hand, came empty-handed.

"Is Madam Gao making clothes for the children in her family? Buying so many, they won't be able to wear them all in two years."

These fabrics cost five or six taels of silver each, and if the quality were better, they could easily cost more than ten taels.

“Brother, we should also follow local customs. This is the cloth I bought for my family, one set for men and one set for women, so that we can stand up straight when we go out.”

Yan Xiao placed the cloth on the table, panting heavily from exhaustion.

"Is the important business done?" Yan Dali, unaware of his thoughts, asked first whether the events of that year had spread.

"We've been going out early and returning late for three or four days in a row. Do you really think we're just here to drink tea and listen to opera? We've been to every teahouse and restaurant in Beijing. Today is the last one we're visiting."

Yan Xiao picked up the teacup on the table and gulped it down. "Princess Jialuo has already sent people to look for us."

"Those people are Princess Jialuo's men?" Widow Gao was taken aback.

These past few days, wherever they were, someone would soon come and watch them.

At first, they didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just some local bully from the capital wanting some benefits. They never expected that Princess Jialuo would target them so quickly.

The powerful and influential people in the capital are not to be underestimated.

Widow Gao was still shaken.

She was not optimistic about Han Cuiyin's identity.

The daughter of the abandoned wife of the Han family can only refer to herself as a cousin after entering the capital. If the investigation really targets them, they have no one to back them up.

When two princesses fight, how can those who fan the flames not have a good ending?

“Don’t worry, they don’t know who we are.” Yan Xiao noticed the sudden change in the widow’s expression and continued to explain, “I overheard what they were saying by accident. These people won’t do anything to us. Princess Jialuo will only add fuel to the fire.”

He overheard those words by chance when he went to the outhouse.

These people were Princess Jialuo's subordinates.

Princess Jialuo was delighted to hear the rumors circulating in the capital and, given the hidden losses suffered by Changle County, to be able to humiliate Princess Mingxia.

"Madam Gao, take these bolts of cloth and distribute them. Also, keep some for yourself and your children."

Yan Xiao dismissed the person.

Yan Dali sensed something was amiss, but since he wasn't sure, he didn't point it out.

The friendships among literary figures come and go quickly; they may just be a fleeting infatuation.

His third brother had also been a womanizer in Pinglian County, yet he still didn't marry a single woman, let alone a widow with four children in tow.

The two brothers were talking quietly in the courtyard about what had happened in the past few days when there was a knock at the gate.

"I'll go and send the people away. You sort out these accounts for me." Yan Dali pushed a pile of account books over and slowly went to open the door.

"We just moved and there are still many things that haven't been put away yet. Why don't you come back another time?" He thought it was his old neighbors coming to visit, and he didn't want to entertain them and wanted to send them away.

Han Cuiyin's voice was slightly cold, "It's me, Yang Cuiyin."

Yan Dali quickly pulled the person into the courtyard, "Why did you come here today? Didn't you just arrive in the capital yesterday? The Han family just let you out like this, without anyone following you?"

He asked three questions in a row, his face full of anxiety.

"Uncle, come inside and talk."

Han Cuiyin took off her veil to hide the surprise on her face.

Before coming here, she didn't expect that the Yan family would also be here.

Moreover, they arrived in Beijing even faster than she did.

This time, she met several of her cousins.

Yan Ruyi immediately took her arm. "Cuiyin, you actually left the manor today? Aren't you surprised to see us?"

"Madam, you and your sister-in-law take the children out first, and call Madam Gao over while you're at it."

Yan Dali knew that it was not easy for his niece to come out, so he quickly sent the younger children away to talk about important matters.

"Uncle, what happened to the Yan family? Why are you all in the capital?"

After all, before leaving, Han Cuiyin already knew that the people of Yanjia Village could not easily leave.

Yan Dali's expression was solemn. "It's not just our family; this time, our entire clan is relocating."

"The entire clan relocating?"

Han Cuiyin also realized the seriousness of the matter at this moment.

Yanjiacun is indeed special; the restrictions there are not so easy to break.

"Not long after you left, one night people broke into the village. They went straight to the courtyard where you lived, and then they tried to set the village on fire..."

Yan Dali recounted what had happened that day to her.

Han Cuiyin estimated the time and found that the time when Yanjia Village was released from confinement was similar to the time of the battle at Changji Village.

Could it be that Mo Changdao and Lian Yao made a move that caused the change?

When Yan Dali talked about the relocation of the entire clan, he mentioned the clan chief's instructions, "By the way, the clan chief said to go see him after you've settled down."

"Are all the people from Yan Family Village settled in the capital? Which alley does the clan leader live in?"

"How could more than 300 people be accommodated in the capital? There is a farm in the suburbs where they can stay temporarily."

After Widow Gao arrived, they kept quiet about the matter of Yan Family Village.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, young lady!"

As soon as Widow Gao entered, she knelt down and kowtowed.

"Get up. You did a good job this time. News of my arrival in the capital has spread throughout the city, and Princess Mingxia dares not do anything to me openly."

Han Cuiyin was very satisfied with this.

Whenever she's having a bad time, she tells others, and there are always plenty of people who speak up for her.

"Cuiyin, are you going to bring the Gao family into the Han residence this time?" Yan Dali knew his niece had a plan when he saw the Gao family.

She will not be easily manipulated.

"Yes, you will enter the manor this evening. For now, only you and Gao Xiaolan will enter the Han manor. Your sons can be left to my uncles. Whether they are suited for literature or martial arts, they should study hard. They will always have a chance to use their talents in the future."

Based on her previous life's circumstances, she could only have one servant and one maidservant by her side.

It's just right for the two of them to go in.

Widow Gao bowed her head and knelt to express her gratitude.

"If you need more manpower in the future, just tell your uncle. Your second uncle and I were famous back then, so it's the most convenient for your uncle to contact you."

Back then, the two brothers became quite famous for their sister's sake.

Yan Xiao gave an awkward smile, lowered her head, and slowly moved closer to Han Cuiyin. "Cuiyin, what happened before was—"

"I understand! Work hard in the future. This place is not like Pinglian County." Han Cuiyin only gave this one instruction before returning to the Han family.

Having witnessed yesterday's events, the servants of the Han household dared not underestimate Han Cuiyin.

By evening, Widow Gao and Gao Xiaolan had successfully entered the Han residence.