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

Han Cuiyin searched everywhere but could not find Yan Shunhua, and finally believed that her mother had disappeared.

Seeing her like this, the abbot couldn't bear it and met with her. "Shunhua has indeed been taken away by her family! This is the donation money they left behind. Why don't you go back and take a look?"

Even though she knew it was impossible, a glimmer of hope rose in Han Cuiyin's heart.

Maybe it really was the Yan family who took her away; her two uncles were keeping a low profile in Yan Family Village.

He glanced at the five hundred taels of silver notes on the table and immediately rejected the Yan family.

There was no indication that the Yan family would bring the person back.

The uncles all wanted to return to Yanjiacun to protect themselves, so why would they bring back the source of the trouble?

Self-preservation is their way of survival.

Now that the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark, we need to plan carefully.

The people in Suyue Nunnery seem to know something.

They handed their mother over for money...

Han Cuiyin dared not think about it further, her eyes turning slightly cold.

“Esteemed benefactor, those people were posing as servants of the Yan family. They said that the Yan family had become powerful and had a powerful backer, so they didn’t need to hide from Lord Han anymore. That’s why I let them take Shunhua away.”

The abbot's brow twitched, and he quickly explained the situation, exonerating Suyue Nunnery from the matter.

She had seen plenty of the sordid affairs of wealthy families like this.

Some families send their daughters from afar to reflect on their mistakes, but none of them can escape the infighting within the inner quarters.

This girl in front of me is not someone to mess with.

Han Cuiyin stared at her intently for a moment. "If you have any news, remember to send a message to Yan Family Village. If you know something but don't report it, hehe~"

Two deep pits appeared at her feet, and dust flew up.

The abbot was startled and quickly made a promise.

Han Cuiyin descended the mountain dejectedly, and once on the mule, she had no heart for cultivation.

She was most suspicious of Han Zhen's wife, Xu Mingxia.

Considering the timing of her mother's arrival in her previous life, she couldn't help but suspect that Xu Mingxia was behind Yan Shunhua's disappearance.

The leisurely mood from before was long gone. He pointed at a large handful of grass with his fingertip, then fed it to the mule. "This is all the spiritual energy I have left. Here you go. Take me back to Yan Family Village now!"

Something's off about the Yan family. In her past life, she was foolish, only thinking about getting ahead and becoming a superior person.

This life is different.

She has honed her skills in the realm of immortality for hundreds of years and is no longer the fool she once was.

Unfortunately, spiritual energy cannot be stored here, so she cannot use any of her skills.

With her blessing, the mule's speed was like that of a divine steed.

As the trees on both sides receded, Han Cuiyin's heart was filled with unease and uncertainty.

When we arrived at Yanjia Village, it was already midnight.

The bright moon hung on the green branches, and she was surprised to realize that it was dawn and the Mid-Autumn Festival was on the fifteenth of August.

After hundreds of years of living alone, he finally decided to live with his mother behind closed doors, but she disappeared.

Anxiety welled up in my heart.

If she were to find something wrong with the person behind her, they would not let it go so easily.

So what if she's outnumbered and outmatched? There's always time to make a plan, so that those people can't ignore her existence.

He raised the gourd, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Without the constraints, whoever wants to keep those rules can keep them.

With blurred vision from drunkenness, a figure emerged from the Yan family residence in the distance, seemingly heading to find the clan leader.

"Why are you sneaking around the clan chief's house in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

In her past life, she harbored resentment towards the Yan clan and always dreamed of one day becoming successful so that she could return home in glory, show off her power in front of them, and vent the suffering she and her mother had endured over the years.

Before she could even return to her hometown, she was framed by the women in her backyard and drowned in a pig cage.

Having been reborn this time, she easily found a pretext to successfully separate from the Yan family, an unbelievable feat.

She didn't want to think too much about what was strange about it.

There would be no further contact, and she didn't want to waste her energy on irrelevant people.

He quietly returned to his small courtyard, tied up the mule, and said, "I want to see what tricks you're up to."

After drinking some fruit wine, Han Cuiyin became even more unrestrained in her actions.

Yan Qingping was the patriarch of the Yan clan. His family owned ten houses with blue tiles and had many descendants.

She chose the main room with the lights on and darted out before the big yellow dog could react.

"Dali, what brings you here again?"

The conversation inside the room had just begun when Han Cuiyin put her hands behind her head, listening to them talk while admiring the moon.

"Uncle, I'm still worried! Didn't you say Cuiyin would be back by the Mid-Autumn Festival? Is that really true?"

"When did I ever make a mistake?" Yan Qingping's mustache twitched. "What you should be worried about is what will happen to our Yan family! Her fate has been altered, and I'm afraid things won't end well."

"Changed again?"

"You're still not happy about getting better? You'd better just stay put. Your sister is missing. Who knows if she'll go crazy when she comes back."

Yan Qingping glared at the man. After so many years of neglecting his niece, it was no wonder he was suffering like this.

Thinking of this, his tone softened a bit when he spoke to his nephew, "The Yan family's resurgence is thanks to her. Let's give her another helping hand in ten months!"

Han Cuiyin, no longer caring about admiring the moon, suddenly sat up.

The noise coming from the roof startled Yan Qingping. "There's someone up there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Cuiyin quickly returned to her small courtyard.

Listening to the sound of the wind cutting through the air outside, Han Cuiyin, unusually, started to think, "With so many experts in Yan Family Village, why did they abandon Yan Shunhua? What secrets are hidden here?"

As the fruit wine took effect, unable to think of anything, she drifted off to sleep.

The next day.

In the days since Han Cuiyin left, Yan Dali has set foot in this dilapidated courtyard for the twenty-fifth time.

"Whoa~ whoa~ whoa~"

The sound of the mule brought Yan Dali a sense of joy.

Is this back?

"Cuiyin~" Yan Dali rushed over and knocked on Han Cuiyin's door. "Are you in the room?"

There was no movement inside. Just as Yan Dali was about to go back and call Wang Shi over, the door opened.

Han Cuiyin covered her head, her voice hoarse, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

Yan Dali was overjoyed, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back! Did you go to Suyue Nunnery? How's your mother? I haven't seen her for over half a year, I wonder—"

"She has disappeared. The abbot said that her servants took her back home."

"How could that be? I haven't even had a chance to send someone to pick her up yet. It will take at least ten months before I can bring her back..."

Yan Dali realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly stopped himself.

Hearing this, Han Cuiyin understood that her mother should be safe for the time being, but she didn't know when the person behind the scenes would show up.

"Uncle, who do you think took my mother away? Could it be Xu Mingxia?"

Han Cuiyin's words were startling, and Yan Dali's expression changed drastically, "Why her?"

"I've grown up!"

Yan Dali was speechless, unsure how to respond.

"My mother is a wound Han Zhen can't heal; how could Xu Mingxia accept that?"

Han Cuiyin's voice was gentle, and Yan Dali felt a pang of sadness in his heart. "That's just fate! Your mother has a bad life."

"I can't go up the mountain to chop firewood, fetch water, or go to the fields these days. Uncle, please inform Aunt!"

Yan Dali chuckled awkwardly, "Uh... you don't need to do it anymore. Just take good care of your face before you go to Beijing..."

"I'm going back now. You should get some rest! Remember to come over for dinner tonight."

Yan Dali stopped talking and left in a hurry.

As expected, the Yan family has a secret.

Han Cuiyin sneered, closed the door, and left the room alone in solitude.