Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488: 483 Unparalleled Divine Doctor (18) Second More

Meanwhile, Liao Lin had been waiting for the arrival of people from Assassin Pavilion.

He waited all night without receiving the message he wanted.

He frowned and took a walk around the entrance of the Ye Family residence the next day.

Instead of hearing any cries from within, he saw Ye Shaohua unharmed, taking Song Jingshu out shopping.

All this made Liao Lin furrow his brows uncontrollably. He had someone contact the Assassin Pavilion again, but received no response.

Ye Shaohua was still there, which meant that the Consort definitely intended to bring her to the Imperial City to treat the Empress Dowager. Knowing this, Liao Mingxin was obviously very unhappy.

"Who would have thought the Consort would rather trust a charlatan," sighed Liao Mingxin. "Forget it, I won’t concern myself with this matter anymore."

Her attitude caused both Liao Lin and Sikong Mingxuan distress, as they had gone to great lengths to secure a spot for Liao Mingxin.

The group then set off for the Imperial City.

The old Duchess of Duanwang didn’t go this time. She simply stood at the dock, waiting for her son and Liao Mingxin to bring back good news that the Duanwang Residence could return to the Imperial City.

"That’s the Consort’s boat," she remarked as she was about to return to her residence, but caught sight of a luxurious craft not far away, adorned with the royal family’s exclusive dragon pattern. The nanny beside her whispered, "They’re also returning to the Imperial City today."

Watching the craft, jealousy was evident in the depths of the Duchess’s eyes.

"Let her do as she pleases. My son is of no great accomplishment, and now his health is far inferior to mine," the old Duchess scoffed. "It’s not even certain whether she’ll survive the journey to the Imperial City."

Such a curse upon a Consort in the palace made the servants around her lower their heads, pretending they hadn’t heard.

Only the nanny whispered, "Don’t worry, Lady Mingxin will surely bring you good news this time."

Hearing the nanny’s words, the old Duchess finally took a breath of relief, feeling that it should be so.

**

The Emperor had been a wise ruler and a filial son; the Previous Emperor had died young, and he was raised single-handedly by the Empress Dowager, who gathered virtuous ministers for him.

Thus, after ascending the throne, when he saw the Empress Dowager’s health declining day by day, he was deeply grieved.

So much so that when Ye Bozhong was framed, resulting in the Empress Dowager falling into a coma for several months, surviving only on ginseng soup and becoming emaciated, the Emperor flew into a rage. He ordered an execution and even denounced a "quack."

As much as he had valued Ye Bozhong in the past, he was equally angry then.

If it weren’t for an amulet of immunity from death the Empress Dowager had given to Ye Bozhong beforehand, it’s doubtful Ye Shaohua would have been spared.

"The daughter of Imperial Physician Ye?" Inside the Palace, the Emperor, having finished his court affairs, hurried back to Fengyi Palace and looked at a list in his hands. Upon encountering a certain name, his voice turned cold.

Previously, the Empress Dowager had been very fond of Ye Shaohua and had people bring her from Jiangnan to the Palace to stay for a month or half a month.

The Emperor also had some impression of Ye Shaohua, which was why, upon seeing her name, he subconsciously frowned.

Months had passed, and he already knew that what had happened back then was a conspiracy, a plot against Ye Bozhong. Now, the Emperor realized that he had been too impulsive, but as the Emperor, his actions could never be wrong.

"Divine Doctor Ye, is it really you?" A middle-aged man in official armor with a broad, meaty face looked at Ye Shaohua in surprise and said, "I was worried about not being able to go to Jiangnan, but when I saw your name on the list of reports, I thought it was fake. Never did I expect it to actually be you!"

As he spoke, the others turned their gaze towards Ye Shaohua.

"I haven’t had the chance to thank Divine Doctor Ye for saving my life," the man said, looking at Ye Shaohua’s slightly wrinkled eyes and smiling. "Last month, when I was fighting bandits outside the city, I was slashed by a highwayman and my belly won a gash. My men said my guts were nearly showing, and the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Luckily, a passing merchant sold me a few bottles of your miracle ointment. My men used it as a last resort, and it actually stopped the bleeding. In a few days, the large wound had already started healing!"

"Now that you’re treating my mother, I feel somewhat relieved," the man said, hand on his knife.

His noisy presence in front of the Empress Dowager’s bedchamber went unchallenged, indicating the man’s high status.

Those present guessed who he was by his demeanor—a man with a position second only to one within the Royal Court—

The Grand General!

Connecting the Grand General’s words, some people’s view of Ye Shaohua began to change.

The fact that the miracle ointment had re-emerged in Jianghu had caused a huge stir in the Central Plains, and no one expected it to be the work of the young girl before them. The astonishment in their eyes was unmistakable.

Liao Mingxin hadn’t expected the situation, which was finally turning in her favor, to be disrupted by Ye Shaohua again. The others turned their attention to Ye Shaohua, seeking conversation.

She secretly despised these people for not recognizing true talent and recalled the plot from a book.

She refused to believe she couldn’t change her destiny!

"The Empress Dowager may have been poisoned..." Ye Shaohua said softly when she saw the Emperor come out.

"What poison? Your Majesty, this is clearly a stroke, and I can treat it," Liao Mingxin was already prepared with her surgical knife, and upon hearing Ye Shaohua’s diagnosis, she looked at her with disdain. "Ye Shaohua, do you even know what a stroke is? Forget it, with your shallow realm of knowledge, you surely don’t understand what this is all about. I won’t waste my words on you, but I do hope that you can calm down and see how big the world is, and just how high the mountains outside really are. Though, perhaps if you live for a few thousand years, you might just barely grasp what I mean by stroke today."