Ye Shaohua had never intended to do anything to influence the trajectory of this era since returning to it.
The content regarding dimensional space she wrote was also intentionally simplified to a bare minimum, though in the end, it was still explosive, but at least it was within the realm of understanding for Professor Rui En and his colleagues.
However, after that, Ye Shaohua did not write any other papers.
In the extreme development of dimensional space, it actually involves various parallel universes and spaces.
The only outrageous thing Ye Shaohua did was to create a potion in the Military District hospital that would not appear until hundreds of years later.
At this moment, the medical world has almost changed its structure because of what she did, and she didn’t want to interfere too much.
She couldn’t explain the things that happened in the quick travel worlds, and if she appeared any more eccentric, she might indeed be investigated by those people in the laboratory. Although it wouldn’t cause her any actual harm, Ye Shaohua feared that the Ye Family and the people in South Island would be troubled.
It was just that the Falcon group was like a malignant tumor; even she had fallen to their invisible bombs a few months ago.
If there were no weapons capable of contending with them, many excellent soldiers, as well as ordinary citizens, would fall at their hands.
The people from Falcon group are fearless, and that night in the Refugee Area, over one thousand nine hundred people lost their lives. The authorities managed to suppress this information.
Now, they’re only going to be more rampant.
If there were weapons now that could make them wary, many people might be fortunate enough to escape death.
Ye Shaohua took a deep breath.
She lowered her head to look at the blank sheet of paper on the coffee table with a line of ink she had just drawn by hand, precise as if measured with a ruler.
There she was, holding the ink drawing pen, her fingers clean and attractive, the sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows making her hands almost translucent.
"Mu Liu."
Mu Liu was looking at messages on her phone.
Upon hearing Ye Shaohua’s voice, she subconsciously looked up.
With one hand pressing the snow-white paper, Ye Shaohua slightly tilted her head, her tone as light as ever, without any change, "Get me a cup of milk tea, please."
Mu Liu often did these things for Ye Shaohua and did not suspect anything.
She took her phone and went downstairs to buy the milk tea.
The Mall opposite was busy because celebrities often drank milk tea from the shop below, and business was always booming.
Queuing would take at least half an hour or more.
Ye Shaohua didn’t even bother to guard against her; after typing all the code, she pressed the enter key.
The page that came up was in Italian, and the Assistant was still clueless.
Ye Shaohua solemnly sent all her photographed papers through.
She hesitated in the signature field at the end.
These weapons were too advanced; considering the current development pace of this world, Ye Shaohua worried that they would not understand these weapons, so she even wrote a detailed method of use.
She didn’t use her usual font, but instead, a very sharp cursive style, not in English, but in Chinese characters.
She didn’t do all this for herself, and she didn’t want those people to find her, so she used code.
When she used to leave her name, it was mostly Y, RY.
This time she left only one Chinese character—
Chang.
After sending everything, Ye Shaohua deleted all the records on the computer, closed the lid, and set the laptop aside.
After lifting a weight off her heart, she leaned back on the sofa and glanced at the Assistant who was still dazed in place.
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