The younger sister hadn’t looked closely earlier, but the box actually had four layers. In the bottom layer, he had also placed some silver notes, enough for her daily expenses.

All of these were prepared by Yu Qingyu before his return.

Who would have thought that after coming home and hearing what his grandfather and father told him, and learning that his sister had now moved to the Moonlight Pavilion, he would realize she must have been doing well recently.

Since the gifts were already prepared, even if she didn’t need them now, Yu Qingyu didn’t change them. After all, she could wear them when she grew older.

Yue Fuguang had no idea her so-called elder brother had gone to such lengths for her. Given their goodwill and the fact that the gifts suited her tastes, she decided their unreliable marriage arrangement should be sabotaged.

"Little Pearl, isn’t my elder brother’s fiancée Wei Shujun from the Wei Family? I heard she’s having an affair with one of her father’s disciples, right?

Think of a way to ruin their engagement. We can’t let my brother marry such a woman and bring disaster to our family."

[Master, how should we sabotage it? Expose their affair to the public? That woman actually slept with that man the day before her wedding.

She justified it by saying her first time had to be with the man she loved most. And from that one time, she ended up pregnant with another man’s child. Your brother raised someone else’s son for years without ever knowing.

When Yu Ningrou found out, she didn’t tell the Yu Family. Instead, she used it to blackmail that woman and extorted a lot of money—though it was all taken from your brother’s private funds.

Your brother inherited your grandfather’s talent for making money at a young age. Unfortunately, it all ended up benefiting Yu Ningrou, that impostor, as well as Wei Shujun, that adulterous pair, and their illegitimate brats.]

"Just how desperate for money is Yu Ningrou? Why is she scheming everywhere?"

[The man she married is supposedly the legitimate son of a high-ranking official, but his real identity is Xu Changyue’s illegitimate son from Beili. They wanted to bribe officials there to secure a good position, so of course they needed to throw money around.]

"Did Yu Ningrou know so early that she married a man from Beili? How did our family end up with such a son-in-law?"

[Yes, ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‍she found out the same year she married him. Two years later, the Great Yan Kingdom fell. As for this man, it wasn’t the family who chose him.

She picked him herself, and Madam Sun strongly supported her darling daughter, which led to this marriage.]

The people present once again heard such explosive revelations, and their reactions were no less intense than when they learned about the deaths of the three brothers ten years later.

Madam Zhang looked at her eldest son, her eyes filled with heartache. Trembling, she reached out to touch his handsome face, her voice shaking. "Qingyu, Mother…"

Mother failed you. The marriage was her decision. In truth, her eldest son wasn’t particularly satisfied with the Wei Family’s young lady, as she was far too naive.

But after much consideration, Madam Zhang thought the Wei Family had influence in court and ran an academy with extensive connections. The young lady also had a good reputation, so her son reluctantly agreed to the engagement.

Who would have thought a woman with such a pristine reputation could be so rotten inside?

The reactions of those at the table were too obvious. Yue Fuguang felt it would be too fake if she pretended not to notice.

She sighed inwardly. Their acting skills were lacking. With such weak nerves, how would they handle even more shocking revelations in the future?

She hadn’t even gotten to the stories about the second and third brothers yet!

"Little Pearl, don’t you think Grandmother, Aunt, and my brothers’ reactions seem off? Their faces suddenly turned so pale. Did something happen that we don’t know about?"

[Not at all. Your grandfather and the others will be home soon, and they all look happy. Nothing seems wrong.]

The people at the table stiffened at their conversation, panic surging in their hearts. They had been careless!

Madam Zhang reacted quickly. "Qingyu, your brothers only told me today that you were seriously ill a while ago, running a high fever for days, and you forbade them from telling the family. Do you want to break Mother’s heart?"

Yu Qingyu responded just as swiftly. "Mother, don’t worry. Look at me—I’m perfectly fine now. I didn’t want them to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry."

The Old Madam Yu chimed in. "Grandson, you must never do this again. Not just your mother, but even I won’t let you off easy. And you two—Third and Fourth—don’t just report good news and hide the bad."

The three of them obediently agreed, their attitudes appropriately remorseful.

"The medical conditions here are terrible. A simple fever could accidentally kill someone."

[True. If they had antibiotics, high fevers would be nothing.]

Just then, a servant announced that the men of the household had returned from court. Just as the others were about to ask what antibiotics were, Yue Fuguang’s inner monologue stopped.

She was now stuffing her face—one hand holding a bun, the other shoveling porridge.

The sight amused the others. Over the past few days, Madam Zhang had been slowly figuring out the girl’s tastes. She noticed that aside from pastries and fruits, Yue Fuguang disliked sweet dishes.

She often grumbled inwardly about craving spicy food.

Madam Zhang had sent buyers all over the capital but couldn’t find any vegetable called "chili peppers."

Hearing that Yue Fuguang had some growing in her greenhouse, the family grew curious. Just how delicious were these chili peppers to make her crave them so much?

After breakfast, Yu Chongshan and his two sons listened to Madam Zhang and their wives’ arrangements for the banquet. Finding everything well-prepared with no oversights, Yu Chongshan turned to Yue Fuguang with a kindly expression.

"Fuguang, your grandfather, father, and uncle will soon go to the ancestral hall to welcome the clan elders. Once your name is recorded in the family registry, the guests will arrive.

Most are manageable, but His Majesty and the Crown Prince will likely attend as well. When they arrive, would you mind showing His Majesty your sunlit greenhouse?"

The Emperor had hinted yesterday that he wanted to see the greenhouse. As a subject, Yu Chongshan couldn’t pretend not to notice.

Glancing at the bright glass windows in his courtyard, he felt both guilty and inexplicably proud.

The glass his granddaughter had gifted them was installed in the main rooms of the family’s residence and their studies.

The rooms were much brighter now, but he worried the Emperor might grow envious upon seeing them.

Had he considered sending some glass to the palace? Of course.

But these were gifts from his granddaughter, explicitly for the elders. Giving them away—even to the Emperor—would be improper.

Since Yue Fuguang hadn’t sent any to the palace herself, as her grandfather, he had to follow her lead. Playing the generous benefactor here would only damage their already fragile bond.

So, though Yu Chongshan was slightly concerned, the thought of Yue Fuguang—the Yu Family’s greatest asset—gave the old man a surge of courage.

As long as they didn’t rebel, even the Emperor wouldn’t dare touch them.

Yue Fuguang replied casually, "No problem. When His Majesty arrives, I’ll take him to see it."

After a pause, she asked, "Grandfather, do I need to go to the ancestral hall as well?"

Regarding this matter, Yu Chongshan and his sons had indeed discussed it thoroughly, and they ultimately decided that Yue Fuguang didn’t need to be present in person.

It wasn’t because of her identity as a girl. After learning that their granddaughter was an immortal descending to the mortal world to undergo trials, they felt that if Yue Fuguang could offer incense to the ancestors in the ancestral hall,

wouldn’t the ancestors beneath the earth feel honored?

How could this not be considered bringing glory to the family?