"Little Pearl, are these my three brothers? In the original timeline, how did they die?"

Yue Fuguang had secretly checked the three men's favorability toward her and was surprised to find it already over seventy upon their first meeting—a number reserved only for family who truly cherished her.

So, she decided to give them a spoiler. After all, keeping them alive would also earn her some points.

[Your eldest uncle was framed and imprisoned by Yu Ningrou in collusion with outsiders. Your eldest brother, desperate to save his father, fell for Yu Ningrou’s deception.

By the time he realized the betrayal, it was too late. In the end, he died at the hands of a Beili man named Fotu.

Your third brother went to rescue the eldest, and your fourth brother went after both of them. Like the gourd boys trying to save their grandpa, none of them returned.]

Yu Ningrou truly deserved death! She ate the Yu Family’s rice yet smashed their bowls.

Her reason? She resented being given only a bowl of rice when she wanted to take the entire pot for herself!

Hearing their fates, the three brothers were inwardly shaken, though their expressions remained calm. Perhaps because it hadn’t happened yet, their initial panic quickly subsided.

Now that they knew, they wouldn’t let history repeat itself.

Besides, Yu Ningrou had already been sent far away. As for that Beili man Fotu, they would track him down and eliminate the threat.

The Yu brothers were no bookish fools who only knew how to study.

An enemy, even one from a future that hadn’t yet unfolded, couldn’t be ignored once discovered.

The one who felt it most deeply was Yu Qingyu, who was filled with guilt toward his younger brothers. If not for trying to save him, his third and fourth brothers might still be alive.

When the family matriarch heard that her three beloved grandsons had also been destroyed by that impostor, the emerald prayer beads in her hand clattered loudly.

Her usually gentle smile nearly cracked.

Madam Zhang’s well-maintained hands trembled, veins bulging. Her neatly trimmed nails would have dug into her palms had she not been clutching a handkerchief.

The children she had carried for ten months and raised with such effort—all lost to the same person. The resentment radiating from her at that moment could rival a vengeful ghost’s.

Pursing her lips tightly, she seethed with hatred and regret. Why had they sent that impostor away so quickly? Now she couldn’t even vent her fury on her.

But it didn’t matter. The journey under heavy guard would be slow.

There was plenty of time. She would make sure that girl suffered every torment the world had to offer.

Anyone who dared harm her children would pay a price worse than death!

Seeing the distress on his family’s faces, Yu Qingyu gently squeezed his mother’s trembling hand—the one closest to him.

Patting her back, he silently reassured her, Mother, your son is still here, safe and sound. And we have our little sister now.

Madam Zhang gradually calmed, drawing strength from his words. Yes, their family had their little immortal. She didn’t need to fear…

Once Yue Fuguang was seated, the three brothers approached one by one, each presenting her with a box.

"Little Fuguang, these are your elder brothers’ gifts for you. We returned in haste, so we only brought trinkets suitable for young girls. Wear them for now, and in time, we’ll prepare something finer."

Even without opening them, the boxes themselves were works of art—fragrant wood adorned with intricate carvings, inlays, and delicate patterns.

And what lay inside was even more exquisite.

"Thank you, Eldest Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother." Yue Fuguang accepted them with a faint smile. "May I open them now?"

At her question, the three brothers grinned. The youngest, Yu Qingyou, urged, "Open mine first, little sister. See if you like it."

Yue Fuguang obliged, lifting the lid of the third sandalwood box. Nestled on dark green velvet was a pair of round red jadeite bangles—vibrant, translucent, casting a crimson glow under sunlight.

The size was perfect for a girl her age.

She slipped them onto her wrists with a smile. "Thank you, Fourth Brother. I love them."

Next was Third Brother Yu Qingcheng’s box, its lid carved with magpies perched on plum blossoms. Inside lay a golden necklace with a jade pendant.

At first glance, Yue Fuguang thought it resembled the one worn by Jia Baoyu.

But upon closer inspection, the pendant was carved from mutton-fat jade—lustrous, translucent, and of exceptional quality. Only the design bore any resemblance to Baoyu’s mystical stone.

She removed her current necklace, letting her maid replace it with Yu Qingcheng’s gift.

Eldest Brother Yu Qingyu’s box was the largest and most ornate, its surface embellished with peonies and herbaceous peonies in gold thread and jade.

Inside were three tiers, holding a complete thirty-six-piece gold and ruby jewelry set.

The craftsmanship was impeccable, and the gemstones—large and small—were all top-grade, dazzling the eye as soon as the box was opened.

Even Yue Fuguang, who had once known wealth, was nearly blinded by the golden-red splendor.

Since revealing her identity, Yue Fuguang had received no shortage of treasures—from the Empress Dowager, Emperor Mingxi, the Empress, and the Crown Prince, down to the Yu Family’s various branches. None of it was ordinary.

She already owned jade, pearl, and gemstone sets finer than this.

But gold and jewels, especially when crafted so beautifully, never failed to captivate her.

As ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌‌ ‌ ‌‍she pinned a small gold hairpin into her hair, she mused, No wonder Yu Ningrou later conspired to seize the Yu Family’s wealth.

Just these casual gifts from her brothers spoke volumes about the family’s affluence.

Old Master Yu Chongshan, who had once served in the Ministry of Revenue, had amassed such riches not through corruption but shrewd management.

No wonder Madame Sun had warned her upon her return not to compete with Yu Ningrou. Even if she married into an ordinary family, the dowry provided would ensure a lifetime of luxury.

Seeing his sister choose one of his hairpins, Yu Qingyu’s lips curled into a tender smile.

His brothers’ gifts could be worn immediately, but his set was too mature for her age.

He had chosen it precisely because he’d heard from the steward that their newly returned sister had been treated poorly in the third branch.

Her daily necessities had once been worse than those of the household’s favored maids.

The thought had infuriated him. A Yu Family young lady, living worse than servants? It shamed not just the third branch but all her brothers.

So he’d prepared this lavish set, thinking she could melt the gold if ever in need of money.