Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 4: The Spoiling of Mother

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Previously on Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return...
Han Yan cries, and her mother, Yue Fanling, vows revenge on the Zhao Family for her daughter's distress. Meanwhile, Mu Hanfeng overhears a maid mocking Han Yan and furiously dismisses her, declaring that only he can bully his twin brother.
Both Mu Hanyan and Mu Hanfeng inherited extraordinary traits, granting them exceptional handsomeness. Mu Hanfeng, in particular, possessed a dignified, composed, resolute, and intelligent demeanor, emanating a captivating charisma. Mu Hanyan, having lived disguised as a male for years, naturally possessed striking features. The unique deep red mole between her brows, however, elevated her beauty to an unparalleled level. Despite their near-identical appearances to outsiders, their inner selves were vastly different. Mu Hanfeng was charismatic and distinguished, a popular Level 5 Swordsman among his peers, highly favored by women. Mu Hanyan, conversely, was widely perceived as a mere pretty face – a dissolute, worthless, impulsive, and ill-tempered playboy, living under the family's protection and seeming utterly clueless. It was commonly believed that Mu Hanfeng harbored genuine contempt for his seemingly useless elder brother, often deriding him or actively creating difficulties for Mu Hanyan. These actions frequently provoked immense anger in Yue Fanling, leading her to lament Mu Hanfeng's lack of familial affection. Mu Hanfeng turned his head, casting a glance toward the main entrance of Mu Hanyan's residence, where the faint sounds of Mu Hanyan's sobs could still be heard. Maintaining a serene expression on his handsome features, Mu Hanfeng swiftly departed from Mu Hanyan's courtyard. ... By this point, Mu Hanyan had regained her composure. She dabbed away her tears, feeling a touch of embarrassment after weeping like a child, a rare occurrence for her. She offered a small smile, addressing her mother, "Mother, I..." "Are you feeling hungry? Would you like some of your favorite lotus leaf roasted chicken? I can have someone fetch it immediately," Yue Fanling inquired gently, affectionately stroking Mu Hanyan's head. Mu Hanyan softly shook her head. "Just some plain porridge will suffice. I don't have a craving for roasted chicken at the moment." Gazing at her mother's familiar countenance, Mu Hanyan felt an overwhelming sense of affection. Her mother had always indulged her, a fact she had always been aware of. Her father, in stark contrast, had remained distant, allowing her mother to spoil her completely. It was only much later that Mu Hanyan understood how her parents' indulgence, and even their deliberate guidance, had shaped her effeminate persona and apparent incompetence in her prior existence. Initially, Mu Hanyan struggled to comprehend her parents' motivations, even harboring a degree of resentment towards them. However, she eventually came to grasp the profound depth of their love. Their ultimate goal was her protection. Who would pay heed to someone without power? Who would perceive them as a threat? Yet, the subsequent events proved to be beyond their capacity to manage. The opposing force was too enigmatic, too formidable. Even after attaining immense power herself in her later life, she still could not fully fathom the extent of her adversary's capabilities. Upon hearing this, Yue Fanling hastened away to instruct someone to prepare the porridge. In that moment, Mu Hanyan began to assess her own physical condition, and with each examination, her heart grew heavier. It was all gone. The vast power and cultivation she had once possessed had vanished! Her current strength was precisely the same as it had been at this juncture in her past life – a mere, weak First-level Swordsman! She attempted to circulate the Qi within her body, causing her complexion to become even more somber. The feeble Qi flowing within her seemed to declare, 'Do not bother struggling; you are merely a weakling now, easily bullied by anyone.' The practical experience from her previous life remained, as did her cultivation knowledge, but without Qi in her body, it was utterly useless. The feeling was akin to the saying, 'A skilled chef cannot cook without rice' – brimming with ideas but lacking the means to execute them, a truly frustrating predicament!