Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1828: A Total Drama Queen

Gu Ming’an looked at his spendthrift wife, stunned and speechless. Although he wasn’t a greedy person, the Five-Colored Soul Pearl wasn’t something money could buy. He had a son traveling and cultivating at the temple in a different land, and this Soul Pearl would be greatly beneficial to his son’s cultivation. Who would have thought his spendthrift wife would throw it back as if it were a mere glass bead?

If this got out, people would laugh their heads off.

"No, no, it’s too much of a waste. I have to think of something!" Zhu Yulan said as she walked out.

"Where are you going?" Gu Ming’an pulled her back.

"That’s the Five-Colored Soul Pearl! It’s too much of a waste to throw it away like that. I have to think of something," Zhu Yulan said.

"Just stay put, or the Old Master might order me to divorce you. Just stay quietly in the courtyard," Gu Ming’an said, patting his forehead.

"I am staying in the courtyard, I haven’t violated the Old Master’s orders. Don’t worry, I know what to do." Zhu Yulan said without allowing any objection, and quickly left the courtyard.

Gu Ming’an had no way to deal with her. Afraid she’d cause trouble, he had no choice but to follow. Initially, he wanted to subtly bring up the Phoenix Nirvana Pill issue, to prevent her from bringing up the Long Family again. But now it seemed unnecessary. Once she knew the value of the Soul Pearl, she wouldn’t care about future matters. Her knowledge only went so far.

The Gu family’s banquet hall was brightly lit, exuding a cheerful atmosphere.

Although it was their first meeting, due to Shen Yuhe, everyone didn’t feel estranged. There was laughter and chatter at the table, bringing them surprisingly close.

Listening to Family Head Gu and others talk about the amusing stories and customs of the Divine Continent, Mu Hanyan gained a deeper understanding of the Divine Continent. Although she’d learned a bit from Ye Yi’an and others before, Ye Yi’an, being older, mostly stayed in Mu Family Village to hide his identity and knew very little of the Divine Continent. Sikong Qinglan and others were too young, lacking experience. Compared to the Family Heads present, they were far less knowledgeable.

After three rounds of drinks, Zhu Yulan appeared at the courtyard entrance, nervously peeking inside.

Zhu Yulan at this moment was wearing an apron, with traces of smoke and fire on her face, her demeanor as timid and cautious as a servant’s, nothing like her previously domineering and sharp-tongued self.

"Didn’t I tell you to stay put in the courtyard? Why are you here again?" Gu Qingyang frowned and asked.

"I came to check if anything needs to be added, I just made Yu He’s favorite red-braised pork and pig knuckles, but I don’t know if it suits her taste," Zhu Yulan answered nervously.

Shen Yuhe and Mu Hanyan looked at her peculiarly. How long had it been? The previously aggressive and venomous second young lady of the Gu family now appeared like a wronged little wife, with that dirty apron, that smoke-marked face, and that timid demeanor, even they couldn’t bear to watch.

"Forget it, come and eat with us," Gu Qingyang gave her a disapproving look, after all, she was still family. Standing at the doorway like a servant was unseemly.

"Thank you, Family Head," Zhu Yulan walked into the courtyard with small steps, surprisingly exuding a touch of a noble lady’s demeanor.

"Yu He, your second aunt lost her mind earlier and said things she shouldn’t have. I’m sorry to you," Zhu Yulan said to Shen Yuhe, bowing as she spoke, her eyes reddening instantly, tears brimming, as if about to overflow any moment.

"Second aunt, please, don’t take it to heart. I’ve forgotten it all," Shen Yuhe quickly helped Zhu Yulan up. Although she still harbored some resentment, it wasn’t appropriate for an elder to apologize so humbly to a junior, and her grandfather had already punished her. She didn’t want to hold onto it.

"Yu He, I know you’re angry with me because I treated you badly when you were young and spoke about you earlier. You have every right to blame me. But you don’t know, I’ve never seen you as an outsider. You were such a lively child, not at all like a proper girl. The Family Head and your elder and second uncle indulged you and wouldn’t discipline you. I was worried sick.

Afraid you wouldn’t be teachable when you grew up, that’s why I was stricter with you. Every time I scolded you, it broke my heart, and I cried countless tears. You don’t know how sad I was when you left with your parents. I cried my eyes swollen.

As a housewife, I’m not very knowledgeable. So when you took out that Five-Colored Soul Pearl earlier, I got mad, thinking all my efforts went down the drain, worried you would remain unruly. Truth is, I care about you so much, treating you like my own daughter. Which mother wouldn’t be heartbroken seeing her daughter like this?" Zhu Yulan clutched Shen Yuhe’s hand, tears finally streaming down, crying uncontrollably.

Mu Hanyan and Shen Yuhe exchanged glances. According to her, everything she did was for Shen Yuhe’s sake. Though they found her words to be mostly untruthful, seeing Zhu Yulan cry so desperately, as if suffering a great injustice, they couldn’t help but feel sympathy.

Next to them, Gu Ming’an’s face turned black; he wished to dig a hole and disappear.

Shameless, he thought. She actually said such things. Previously, every time she scolded Shen Yuhe, she was smug, never had he seen her cry. When Shen Yuhe’s family left, her eyes weren’t swollen, but her face was—swollen from laughing. Yet here she was, crying her heart out, convincingly deceiving herself with her lies.

"Second aunt, please stop, I know, I know," Shen Yuhe said, feeling overwhelmed, lifting Zhu Yulan up. Even knowing her words weren’t trustworthy, she couldn’t help but feel her nose tingling.

"Yu He, do you like these dishes? Knowing your taste, I’ve been cooking these for years, waiting for the day you’d come back, come and try," Zhu Yulan said, wiping her tears while "forcing a smile," piling food in Shen Yuhe’s bowl until it resembled a small mountain.

Gu Ming’an turned his head away, unable to listen any longer. In all their years of marriage, he had never seen Zhu Yulan make these dishes.

"Second aunt, don’t trouble yourself. I’ve almost had enough, I’m full," Shen Yuhe quickly said politely.

"It’s no trouble, no trouble. I think of you as my own daughter. The more you eat, the happier I am. We haven’t had a meal together for so many years, and I don’t know how much hardship you endured outside. It just breaks my heart to think about it," Zhu Yulan said, wiping her eyes again.