Since the supply of goods was cut off, Lin Yun had kept it a secret from her family. Apart from her eldest brother, Lin Feng, who knew the inside story, she hadn't even revealed a word about her injury and coma. She didn't want her parents to worry, and she didn't want them to be involved in this mess. Now that the dust had settled, it was time to tell her family everything.

The next morning, Lin Yun felt much better; the effects of the spiritual spring water had allowed her to recover extremely quickly. She changed into an elegant dress, did some simple grooming, and then returned to the Lin family home by carriage with her elder brother, Lin Feng.

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Lin family mansion. Lin Yun took a deep breath and lifted the curtain. The morning sunlight shone on the familiar lintel, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. Lin Feng helped her out of the carriage and whispered, "Little sister, if Father and Mother get agitated later, you must remain calm."

Lin Yun smiled slyly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Upon entering the main hall, Mr. and Mrs. Lin were having breakfast. Seeing the two siblings suddenly return, Mrs. Lin quickly put down her chopsticks and exclaimed in surprise, "Yun'er, Feng'er, why are you back at this time?"

Mr. Lin looked up, his eyes filled with affection: "Is something wrong at the shop?"

Lin Yun walked up to her parents, bowed solemnly, and then raised her head with a smile in her eyes: "Father, Mother, I have something important to tell you."

Seeing her serious expression, Lin's mother became anxious: "What's wrong? Has something happened?"

Lin Yun smiled slightly and said softly, "My daughter has now been granted the title of Imperial Merchant, and has been given a mansion in the capital, with the right to procure goods from the Imperial Household Department."

The words had barely left his mouth when the teacup in Mr. Lin's hand crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces. Mrs. Lin's eyes widened, her lips trembling: "Royal...Royal Merchant?"

Lin Feng added from the side, "Father, Mother, what my little sister said is absolutely true. The imperial decree was issued yesterday, and now our Lin family is a royal merchant appointed by the Emperor."

Mr. Lin suddenly stood up, but his legs gave way and he slumped back into his chair, his face ashen. "This... how is this possible? Yun'er, are you joking?"

Lin Yun shook her head, her tone firm: "I wouldn't dare to speak presumptuously. And there's something else..." She paused, her gaze sweeping over her parents' shocked faces, "

"Father, Mother, do you still remember Master Zhao who came to our shop to have his clothes made?"

"I remember, why?" Lin's father nodded quickly. How could he not remember that Master Zhao had given so many gifts and helpers?

“He is the current Holy Mountain,” Lin Feng quickly interjected.

Good heavens, he's still in a daze. Who would have thought that it was actually the Emperor?

The most powerful man in the Qing Dynasty.

With a loud crash, the book in Lin Yan's hand fell to the ground. He had been reading in the side hall when he heard the noise and was about to come out when he heard this shocking news.

Forget about picking up the books, she rushed out, stammering, "Sister, what did you say? Master Zhao is...the Emperor?"

Lin Yun nodded, and seeing her younger brother's shocked expression, she couldn't help but tease him, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Lin Yan swallowed hard, his mind filled with only one thought: What about Brother Ziling?

Lin's mother finally came to her senses, grabbed Lin Yun's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Yun'er, what have you been through these past few days? Why did you suddenly become a royal merchant? And, how could the Emperor..."

Lin Yun gently patted her mother's hand and comforted her, "Mother, don't worry, I'll tell you slowly."

She briefly recounted what had happened during this period, omitting the details of the attack and injury, only saying that the Emperor appreciated her talent and therefore bestowed upon her the title of Imperial Merchant.

After listening, Lin's father sighed deeply, his eyes filled with both pride and worry: "Yun'er, being a royal merchant is a great honor, but serving the emperor is like walking on thin ice. You must be more cautious in your future actions."

Lin Yun nodded solemnly: "Father, don't worry, I understand."

Lin's mother's eyes reddened, and she hugged her tightly: "My Yun'er has grown up, but I can't bear to let you go to the capital..."

Lin Yun's heart softened, and she said softly, "Mother, I will come back to see you often. Moreover, I plan to take Xiao Tao and Manager Chen to the capital with me. With my eldest brother taking care of things at home, you and Father can rest assured."

Mentioning her elder brother, Lin Yun turned to Lin Feng and asked, "Brother, would you like to come to the capital with me?"

Lin Feng shook his head and smiled憨厚ly: "Little sister, your big brother knows his place. Everyone in the capital is shrewd, so I won't cause any trouble. I'll stay home to take care of our parents and help you manage the family business."

Lin Yun looked at him, a sense of worry in her heart. Her older brother used to be addicted to gambling, and although he had reformed, he was now faced with even greater temptations, and she feared he would repeat his mistakes.

She hesitated for a moment, then said earnestly, "Brother, our family is now a royal merchant family. So many people are watching us; we absolutely cannot make a mistake. You..."

Lin Feng understood her concerns and interrupted her, saying seriously, "Don't worry, little sister, now that I have money, I will never touch those things again. I just want to do a good job in business, earn more money, and let our parents live a good life."

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Lin Yun felt relieved and smiled, "Okay, then I'll leave the family in your care, brother."

Lin's father looked at the two siblings with satisfaction and stroked his beard: "I am relieved that Feng'er thinks this way."

The family chatted privately for a while, and Lin's mother busied herself preparing lunch, saying they wanted to celebrate properly.

Taking the opportunity, Lin Yan leaned close to Lin Yun and whispered, "Sister, when you go to the capital, don't forget your little brother!"

Lin Yun rubbed his head and smiled, "How could I forget? Study hard and pass the imperial examination in the future. Your sister will be waiting for you in the capital."

Lin Yan nodded emphatically, his eyes blazing with determination: "I will definitely work hard!"

After lunch, Lin Yun accompanied her parents for a walk in the yard. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

Lin's father suddenly stopped and said earnestly, "Yun'er, I know you are smart, but the capital is a dangerous place. As a young lady, you must be careful in everything you do."

Lin Yun took her father's arm and whispered, "Father, I will. Besides, the Emperor... he promised to take care of me."

Lin's father had a complicated expression, hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed, "I hope so."

As evening fell, Lin Yun bid farewell to her parents and prepared to return to Yunxiang Pavilion.

Before she left, Lin's mother gave her a bundle containing her favorite snacks and a few newly made clothes.

Lin Yun took it, her eyes slightly moist: "Mother, please take care of yourself. Once I've settled things in, I'll take you and Father to the capital for a visit."

Lin's mother wiped away her tears and forced a smile, saying, "Alright, Mother will wait."

Children grow up and eventually fly away, but that day comes too soon.

On the return journey in the carriage, Lin Yun leaned against the window, watching her home recede into the distance, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

These past few days since I transmigrated have been like walking on thin ice. Fortunately, there is the spiritual spring water, and I have also managed to latch onto the emperor, who is the strongest patron. Otherwise, in this ruthless dynasty, I would probably have been swallowed whole long ago.

The first rule for survival in the Qing Dynasty: Cling tightly to the Fourth Prince's powerful backer! Never let your guard down, or your head will be chopped off!