What was even more unsettling was the reaction of the Yu Family. No matter how slow-witted they were, by this point, they could deduce whose voice belonged to that young girl speaking!

Five years—wasn’t that the same five years Little Seventh had spent with the Zhou Family? And later, the mention of three years likely referred to the time after the celestial being arrived and she entered the Taoist temple.

So, the one speaking had to be their recently recovered granddaughter/daughter, Little Seventh!

But now, could this granddaughter/daughter still be considered theirs?

Not only had their own family heard it, but even the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and all their colleagues had as well. Based on the content of the conversation, it wouldn’t take long for them to trace it back to Little Seventh. There was no way to conceal it now.

Old Master Yu stole a glance at His Majesty seated above, but the Emperor’s expression was unreadable.

He then looked toward his eldest son, and the moment their eyes met, they understood each other’s thoughts. Old Master Yu subtly shook his head, signaling his son to remain calm.

Both then turned their gaze toward the foolish Third Master Yu sitting further back. His face was deathly pale, and the old man inwardly noted that this good-for-nothing wasn’t completely clueless—he must have also realized who was speaking.

Third Master Yu met the eyes of his father and elder brother, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. Regret gnawed at him, twisting his insides with bitterness.

Madame Sun… Madame Sun!

He gritted his teeth, silently cursing the name of the woman he had once loved deeply, his lawful wife.

When the divine artifact mentioned "heartless biological parents," his vision turned crimson. Little Seventh hadn’t refuted the artifact’s words—meaning she agreed with them. That was how she saw them!

A colleague beside him noticed his distress and quietly asked, "Lord Yu, are you unwell? You seem troubled."

He, too, had sensed the strange atmosphere at the banquet. From the Emperor and Empress Dowager down to the officials, half of them seemed distracted. So, he kept his voice low.

Yu Qinchun weakly waved his hand, looking as if he were barely clinging to life.

"I… I’m fine. There’s no need for concern, Lord Zhang."

[Then, what about her biological parents…]

Before the artifact could finish, Yue Fuguang interrupted, "The kinship between them and this body was severed the moment that girl died.

As for the faint connection formed through blood ties with me, even that last thread was cut when they declared me an adopted daughter."

After a pause, Yue Fuguang added, "Little Pearl, give Madame Sun a Body-Enhancing Pill—enough to restore her to the peak of her youth. That will repay the debt of her bearing this body. After this, we owe her nothing."

[As a mortal, she might not withstand a full pill. I’ll break off a tiny piece and infuse it directly into her body.]

Yue Fuguang replied indifferently, "Fine, handle it as you see fit. If there’s any left, give the rest to Grandfather, Grandmother, Eldest Uncle, and Eldest Aunt as repayment for their care."

Truthfully, Yue Fuguang felt a pang of reluctance. A single Body-Enhancing Pill cost twenty points. But sometimes, one had to spend to earn.

Without giving these people a tangible miracle, how could the sharpest minds of Dayan Kingdom believe her words quickly and willingly help her complete tasks for points?

This pill was an upfront investment.

If she didn’t dispel their doubts, every day they hesitated would delay her earnings.

These points would eventually become part of her own body. So, for her own sake… she wouldn’t dwell on the cost!

Her words left the Yu Family both moved and ashamed—especially when they thought of their original granddaughter, who had suffered so much before her untimely death. The Zhou Family deserved nothing but death!

In truth, they had done little for the current Little Seventh, let alone the original one. The thought of that child made their hearts heavy.

They had given nothing, yet here they were, receiving her generosity. Even the thickest-skinned among them—except for Third Master Yu and his wife—flushed with shame.

To outsiders, it might have looked like excitement!

As Yue Fuguang’s words settled, those she had mentioned suddenly felt warmth spreading through their bodies. A surge of heat flowed within them, and soon, they noticed their entire beings lightening.

Old Master Yu and Grandmother Yu, being the eldest, showed the most visible changes—their complexions improved, fine wrinkles softened, and even their graying hair showed hints of darkening.

Third Master Yu, however, was left unmentioned. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes.

Little Seventh had truly ignored him as a "father," just as he had once ignored her. How the wheel of fate turned!

From the conversation, those close to the Yu Family had pieced together the speaker’s identity.

Envious gazes turned toward the Yu Family. Though their granddaughter had been replaced, they had gained someone far more extraordinary.

A celestial being undergoing tribulation! Even if they couldn’t ascend to immortality, having such a presence in their household would elevate their status beyond measure.

And the benefits were already evident—just look at the transformation in the Yu elders! The other elderly officials and noblewomen watched them with burning envy.

The murmurs below didn’t escape Emperor Mingxi’s notice, especially with his chief eunuch, Qian Gui, discreetly moving about, trying to identify the speaker.

By now, even the slowest among them realized they were hearing thoughts—not spoken words.

No one would dare speak so freely in such a setting. Even a celestial being wouldn’t want their words overheard.

So, it had to be a mental voice, inadvertently leaked without the speaker’s knowledge.

The realization sent a chill through those who heard it. If the two divine beings discovered their thoughts had been eavesdropped upon… who knew what consequences would follow?

This secret had to be guarded at all costs—they must never let the divine artifact or the young immortal know!

Meanwhile, Eunuch Qian reported his findings and suspicions to Emperor Mingxi, along with the details he had gathered about the Yu Family’s newly returned seventh young miss.

Time constraints prevented him from verifying outside the palace, so he had relied on the testimonies of the Yu Family’s personal maids. Now, he knew everything worth knowing.

Seated loftily, Emperor Mingxi suppressed the restless stirrings among his ministers with a few veiled threats and reminders.

Yet inwardly, even His Majesty was restless. But considering the power of those two beings, he dared not act rashly. What if, instead of gaining benefits, he provoked their wrath and lost his life?

They wouldn’t even need to lift a finger—just a single bow from them could send him to the afterlife. How could he risk recklessness?

Out of the corner of her eye, Yue Fuguang noticed the maids of Grandmother Yu and the others being quietly taken away. It was clear they had traced the voice back to her—otherwise, why leave only her maid, Lvzhu, untouched?

A faint smile curled at her lips as her voice shifted into the bored grumblings of a little girl.

"Little Pearl, this mortal banquet is so dull! There are no phones, no computers, and even the food tastes bland."

The system's voice carried a slightly apologetic tone as it replied, [Master, this is an underdeveloped ancient era after all. Of course it can't compare to the modern world you've visited, let alone our celestial realm.]