Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Mu Hanyan staggered and nearly fainted on the spot. Who was tarnishing her reputation, and doing so thoroughly? What grudge did they hold?

All of Mu Hanyan’s good mood had been shattered, leaving her joyless when she returned to the courtyard, to the extent that she even lost the interest in cultivation.

”Young Master, Lord City Master asks for your presence in the council hall,” Xixi stood at the doorway, her gaze upon Mu Hanyan filled with complexity, as if she had something to say but hesitated.

”Xixi, don’t listen to those people’s idle talk. I’ve no interest in men,” Mu Hanyan felt another surge of frustration and patiently explained to Xixi.

”That’s what I thought! Young Master’s sincere feelings for Lady Yi Qinglian are clear as day, those people are too wicked, tarnishing your reputation like that.” Upon hearing her words, Xixi clutched her chest in relief, then added worriedly, ”I think it would be best if you explain things to Lady Yi soon, or what if she misunderstands?” If Lady Yi misunderstood, then no one in this world would want to marry the Young Master.

As a maid, Xixi felt that she was truly fretting too much.

Luckily, Mu Hanyan was oblivious to Xixi’s unspoken thoughts; otherwise, her frustration would have immediately soared, pushing to marry her off at once.

”What’s this got to do with Qinglian? Nevermind, I’ll see father now,” Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes, filled with ire.

Mu Siyi, Mu Siyi, who on earth gave her such a nickname, that scoundrel, that bastard. She swore to herself, if she found out who it was, she would certainly strip them and hang them on the city gates.

With a terrible mood, Mu Hanyan headed towards the council hall, encountering many young people of her generation along the way, including Mu Nan.

”What has happened, why has Lord City Master summoned us all?” someone asked, clearly puzzled.

”I don’t know, perhaps there’s some important announcement,” another guessed.

”Speaking of significant events, I did hear that something big happened in the city today,” a boy, plump and beaming with joy, said with a show-off tone.

”What happened, what happened, tell us!” The people around him asked curiously.

The cheerful boy glanced slyly at Mu Hanyan and lowered his voice.

Soon, her peers around her erupted in barely suppressible gasps and excited, hushed laughter. Mu Hanyan couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she vaguely caught the phrase ”Mu Siyi.”

Indeed, bad news travels fast. It seemed her playboy reputation was set to rise another level. Mu Hanyan tapped her forehead despairingly.

”Brother Han Yan, hello.” Just as Mu Hanyan was sinking into her misery, a young man greeted her.

His attitude could not be described as respectful, but it was certainly much better than before, when their interactions had been filled with hostility, without even a greeting.

”Brother Han Yan, hello,” another young lady approached to greet.

”I’ve seen Brother Han Yan,” other youths also nodded and greeted Mu Hanyan in turn.

”Uh, hello, Mu Qiu, hello everyone,” Mu Hanyan nodded back, her mind a bit perplexed. They had heard of her ”glorious” deeds today, so why weren’t they mocking her as before, but instead their attitudes had improved?

”It seems the name Mu Siyi isn’t too bad; they seem to like you a bit,” Mu Nan, who obviously knew what they were discussing, teased.

”Oh?” Mu Hanyan was still somewhat puzzled.