Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations

Chapter 70

At the same time, he was also very curious about what kind of person his granddaughter’s grandfather had been in her past life. He resolved to treat the little girl even better—he couldn’t let that unseen fellow grandfather outdo him.

Though he knew Yue Fuguang was an immortal lord descended to the mortal realm, right now she was just an eight-year-old child. Moreover, with her memories sealed, aside from knowing a bit more and occasionally speaking in an oddly mature manner, some of her unconscious behaviors and little gestures were still very much those of a child.

Yue Fuguang: Who can I blame for this? My mind is heavily influenced by this childish body—I’ve never been particularly shrewd to begin with, and now I’m barely holding onto my dignity with the ‘Immortal Lord’ title. Where’s the justice in that?

Fortunately, she had quickly patched up her act. Now, the court and officials of Dayan all knew her memories were sealed and her spirit was affected by her mortal body, so no one found her childish behavior strange.

Seeing her husband grinning ear to ear after hearing their granddaughter’s heartfelt words, Old Madam Yu couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

With a smile, she said, “Our Fuguang is so filial, bringing us so many novel delicacies—especially the fruits and vegetables she planted herself. Your grandfather and I find them absolutely delightful.”

As she spoke, the old madam took a slightly larger box from her maid and handed it to Yue Fuguang. “This is the dowry I’ve been saving for you. Some of these are heirlooms from my youth, and others I’ve collected over the past few years. Keep them safe—you can wear them yourself or gift them as you please.”

She didn’t explicitly call it a dowry, after all, her granddaughter was an immortal lord descended to earth. Who knew if she’d even marry?

Even if she didn’t, no one in the family would object. The younger generations would still dutifully care for this esteemed aunt.

As for concerns that her unmarried status might affect her younger sisters’ prospects—such worries didn’t exist in their household.

These days, their estate was practically overrun with matchmakers, especially for the older children, who had long been eyed by influential families.

The eldest grandson had even broken off his previous engagement, and now the children of the main branch were the most sought-after.

Madam Zhang had been busy reviewing potential matches lately, with stacks of portraits from noble families piling up in her hands.

She still hadn’t settled on a candidate for the future eldest grandson’s wife, wary of choosing another problematic one.

She even considered asking Yue Fuguang for help—perhaps the girl could pick a suitable match?

Even the three-year-old youngest grandson from the fourth branch had suitors vying for a betrothal, hoping to secure a childhood engagement.

At least these people had some self-awareness—not a single family dared set their sights on Yue Fuguang.

Unaware of the old madam’s musings, Yue Fuguang only felt a twinge of embarrassment when her grandmother praised the vegetables she’d supposedly grown.

Truthfully, though the greenhouse and fields were hers, she’d never actually done the work herself.

Every time, it was Eldest Wang and a few farmers from the Hongnong Temple who planted everything for her.

Later, the farming team even gained two unexpected members—the scholarly Minister Wu and the burly Minister Feng.

For some reason, both men’s favorability toward her had reached 85, matching that of the Yu family members.

Yue Fuguang wracked her brain but couldn’t recall any inner monologues where she’d helped them.

[Master, though these are just mortal trinkets, the craftsmanship is exquisite. They look quite valuable—and suit you well.]

"These are Grandmother’s heartfelt gifts. Store them carefully for me—they really are beautiful. I’ll wear them when I’m older."

The box had three layers. The top held bracelets, jade pendants, and earrings in red, white, and green.

The middle layer contained a complete pearl hair set—thirty-six pieces in all.

The bottom layer was filled with vibrant gemstones, each the size of an adult’s fingernail, dazzlingly radiant.

“Thank you, Grandmother. These are truly beautiful—I love them.” Yue Fuguang beamed as she accepted the gifts and stored them away.

Her desire to buy a storage ring grew even stronger. Such precious, exquisite jewelry—she had to take as much as possible when she left this world.

She was only playing an immortal, not actually one. Yue Fuguang mused that these would be her foundation for starting anew in the next world!

Noticing her sisters hadn’t received anything, she wisely refrained from impulsively redistributing her gifts in some cliché display of sisterly affection.

If she took her grandmother’s presents and immediately played the generous saint by sharing them, it’d seem like she was using someone else’s kindness to boost her own reputation.

Besides… she was stingy. She didn’t want to share!

Next came gifts from the main branch—her current parents—silver taels and delicate jewelry suitable for a young girl.

The third and fourth branches also gave their offerings.

Yue Fuguang felt like it was New Year’s, drowning in presents.

But the real flood came after dinner, when the palace began delivering a steady stream of treasures to her Moonlight Pavilion.

She watched as crate after crate arrived—food, clothing, jewelry, ornaments, utensils—each more exquisite than the last.

Her storeroom was on the verge of overflowing.

Faced with such abundance, Yue Fuguang forgot all about her earlier reluctance to share.

“Cuizhu,” she called to her head maid, “select some of the finest ornaments for Grandfather and Grandmother’s courtyard. Send food and daily necessities to Father and Mother’s quarters.”

Glancing at the favorability ratings of others in her system panel, she pointed at the jewelry boxes. “Pick out a set for each of my sisters.”

After a pause, she added, “And… send some to my uncles’ and brothers’ courtyards as well.”

Ultimately, she couldn’t help showing favoritism, muttering, “Make sure Grandfather, Grandmother, Father, and Mother get the best ones.”

Hypocritical Yue Fuguang was back in action!

The palace gifts were lavish and meticulously crafted—perfect for her sisters’ future dowries.

Well, she might not be generous, but since everyone (except Yu Ningrong) had raised their favorability for whatever reason, she didn’t mind sharing a tiny bit.

Ah, whatever. Yue Fuguang decided she was simply a fickle, double-standard hypocrite. One moment she hoarded everything, the next she gave things away—there was no contradiction there!

As always, she held no expectations for familial love, friendship, or romance.

She only did these things to ensure a comfortable, harmonious environment where she could laze around until her mission was complete.

[Host, weren’t you just calling yourself stingy? Now you’re suddenly generous. The turnaround is impressively swift!]

"System, when we leave this world, there’s no way I can take all this with me. Why should I care? Besides, compared to the items in your shop, what are these mortal trinkets worth?"

The system was instantly mollified. [Host, once you reshape your body, I’ll take you to the immortal realm to cultivate the path of eternal life!]

"To reshape my body, I’d need to complete at least four more missions like this!"

That was too distant to consider. Better to focus on practical matters—like the soul-bound storage ring she’d been coveting.

One with five hundred cubic meters of space. Though sizable, she couldn’t fill it entirely with jewelry and ornaments.

So she’d have to convert these treasures into money—for bigger plans!

Yue Fuguang’s eyes gleamed with sudden inspiration. She knew exactly what to do with all this!

While Yue Fuguang was still fretting over having too many treasures to take with her in the future—pondering whether to sell them for money to fund her grand ambitions—the recipients of her gifts were equally delighted.

Yu Chongshan chuckled cheerfully to Madam Zhang, "My dear, have someone place that 'Great Ambitions' jade brush washer in my study, along with the white jade brush rest. I’d like them both displayed there."