Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 812: Chapter 812: Those Two Showing Off Their Love

There was a dead silence next door. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Han Yan understood Princess Jin Hua’s mood very well, which was basically, "Brother, I have no idea how to respond to that comment." Hahaha, Han Yan chuckled again within herself. Feeling content, Han Yan’s attitude toward Ye Lanfeng naturally improved, and she enthusiastically began serving Ye Lanfeng dishes. Soon, Ye Lanfeng’s bowl had piled up like a small mountain. Looking at Han Yan’s sweetly smiling face, Ye Lanfeng also began serving dishes for Han Yan. The two continued serving each other food, completely absorbed in their own world.

Zirong and the others exchanged looks, their feelings very mixed. Jiang Yuzhe chewed on his chopsticks, wistfully gazing at the table full of dishes, wishing if only this little tigress would serve him food someday. Hmph, he cursed the lovey-dovey pair, hoping they’d bite into a bug in their food.

Ye Lanfeng couldn’t care less about the mood or movements of the people next door; he and Han Yan shared smiles, focusing on their meal.

There was no sound from next door either, until Han Yan and her group finished their meal and left the private room. No one from next door emerged.

Eh? Han Yan was a bit puzzled. It made no sense, given Princess Jin Hua’s typically strong psychological resilience and thick skin, that she would easily give up like that. Perhaps her pride had really been hurt by Ye Lanfeng tonight, and she needed time to mend her wounds?

Never mind, it wasn’t her problem anyway. Better if they didn’t come out; otherwise, she’d have to go and pretend to greet them.

On the way back, Han Yan sensed the gossiping eyes of the henchmen trio behind her, almost burning through her. They dared not act up around Ye Lanfeng though.

After returning to the courtyard, Ye Lanfeng and Han Yan bade each other goodnight and retired to their respective rooms. The henchmen trio hadn’t gone to their rooms yet, instead stared there, eagerly watching Han Yan. Han Yan immediately knew what was up. These little rascals just wanted to gossip about the woman in the neighboring private room from Tianyin Building, didn’t they?

"Alright, all of you, go to bed and get some rest. You ate enough today, so be ready to work hard tomorrow!" Han Yan impatiently waved them off like flies.

"Young Master, have you the heart?" Zirong stared pitifully at Han Yan.

"What heart?" Han Yan looked at Zirong, feigning ignorance.

"You really have the heart to let us sleep restlessly tonight and be too tired to work tomorrow?" Zirong said pitifully.’

"That woman from earlier was Princess Jin Hua. Is that clear enough?" Han Yan said, and then saw three pairs of eyes filled with shock and admiration.

Wait a minute, the shock is understandable, but what’s with the admiration?

Han Yan glared at the trio: "What are those expressions?"

"Young Master, I believe the most humiliating thing in Princess Jin Hua’s life is losing to a man in matters of the heart," Zirong said teasingly.

"Exactly, who would’ve thought our Young Master is so charming? A great man like Young Master Ye would rather choose you, a man, over Princess Jin Hua, a woman," Jiang Yuzhe sighed deeply.

"Young Master, you must persevere and not lose to the princess," Huayue said earnestly.

"We’ve worked so hard to break societal norms and are supporting you and Young Master Ye; you mustn’t lose to a woman," Zirong said, fists clenched, very seriously.

"Yes, Young Master, we’re rooting for you!" Jiang Yuzhe nodded like a pecking chick.

"Get out—!!!" Several dark lines appeared on the back of Han Yan’s head as he kicked the troublesome henchmen, sending them flying, and went back to relax in his room.

That night, Han Yan slept soundly.

Some people did not sleep well, for instance, Princess Jin Hua.

"Scoundrel! Scoundrel!" In her chamber, Princess Jin Hua threw everything within reach to the ground, tea sets and rouge scattered all over, creating a mess. The palace maids kept their heads down, not daring to breathe audibly, shrinking into corners without uttering a word to the fuming princess. To be treated like that by her beloved, Princess Jin Hua’s proud and lofty temperament was painfully evident.

Princess Jin Hua finally finished throwing things, sat down gasping, and felt worse looking at the mess. Her mind conjured up the image of Ye Lanfeng’s cold yet handsome face. Her heart, at that moment, tightened in pain. Why, why did it have to be this way? Ye Lanfeng, Ye Lanfeng, do you know, my heart is full of you, leaving no room for anyone else. Why would you rather smile at that playboy but not spare me a glance?

After a long while, Princess Jin Hua finally calmed down, yet resolved again in her heart. She would never give up; someday, Ye Lanfeng would surely look back at her.

...

A dreamless night, Han Yan woke up energetic in the morning and started a day of hard work. The henchmen trio willingly worked under Han Yan’s instructions, demanding a scrumptious meal in return at the end of the day or they’d protest. This earned them another beating from Han Yan before he took them out to dinner.

In the following days, the once tranquil courtyard echoed with the clinking of metal from morning to night.

"What’s Han Yan doing? Clanging away for days."

"Don’t you know? He dragged back a sword casting furnace a few days ago, along with several carts of charcoal, claiming he wants to forge swords."

"Uh... Sword forging? Can he forge swords?"

"Who knows? Seems like just messing around. I sneakily peeked at what he’s banging out: twisted, misshapen things—neither resembling swords nor knives, axes nor sickles—none are decent looking."

"Alas, I’ve always heard about Big Playboy Mu, clueless and idling away with oddball things. I never quite believed it until now; finally, it seems the gossip was right. A proper noble’s son playing at sword forging—something hardly befitting us, right?"

"Anyway, keep it quiet; remember what happened to Mu Chengyang not long ago. If he wants to be foolish, let him, as even the Family Head hasn’t said anything—it’s not our place to meddle."

The business of Big Playboy Mu whimsical toying with sword forging spread quickly around Mu Residence. The servants held back their gossip but giggled secretly, while the elders of various houses silently shook their heads, treating it as a mere joke.

"What, you’re telling me Han Yan’s stuffed himself learning to forge swords?" Upon hearing the news, Mu Chengyang’s eyes widened. The third elder’s household was far from Han Yan’s courtyard, so he hadn’t heard the noise.

"Yes, completely outlandish; all the Swordsmiths in the Holy Court Continent either learn through their sects or have ancestral teachings passed down for ages, starting from youth. Yet he dares to attempt sword forging—utterly ridiculous." A horse-faced guard mocked, grinning.

"Did he manage to forge anything?" Mu Chengyang asked.

"Just a heap of knives and swords—none even resembling anything worthwhile," the horse-faced guard scoffed dismissively.