Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 902

Chapter 902: Weapon 892 (6) Six

"Butler," said Ye Yanyu in a gentle voice, "you know I don’t care about this, of course, I’ve never been fond of her to begin with."

When Ye Yanyu first glanced at Ye Shaohua, although somewhat surprised, she didn’t panic.

She had her own trump card, and besides... with the calluses on Ye Shaohua’s hands indicating she was accustomed to labor, Ye Yanyu had still been living a life of luxury and had received a thorough education.

Yet it seemed Shaohua hadn’t been living well, and it was unknown whether she had ever even touched the Four Books and Five Classics.

Of course, none of this concerned Ye Yanyu.

Seeing Ye Yanyu like this, the butler couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, "Lady, don’t take my words lightly. The moment she returned today, the master and mistress have been preoccupied with her. Just now when I stepped out, I heard the master discussing her marriage with the prince. If she sets her sights on your arranged marriage, whom do you think the master and mistress will side with? Your future life depends on them."

"You’re just too soft-hearted. You can know a person’s face but not their heart. She’s lived a hard life and might harbor resentments we can’t defend against. Minimize your contact with her. In my eyes, you’re the only lady..."

Ye Shaohua stood at the courtyard entrance for a minute, then turned around and went back the way she came, without going in again.

Shen father looked very troubled after talking to Cheng Yan, but he tried his best to conceal it and not let Shaohua see.

However, Shaohua was not the ignorant person they believed her to be; she just pretended not to notice the unusual atmosphere and calmly finished the meal.

Shaohua stayed at the Shen residence for one day before returning to the Ye Residence, where the Blacksmith Shop finally made contact with her.

It was a piece of paper left on her desk.

Only upon seeing the name signed on the paper did Shaohua burn it.

The Blacksmith Shop wasn’t chosen at random; she had observed for a day before choosing a shop associated with the Royal Court.

It was the blacksmith shop of the Eighth Prince.

Her creation of the Divine Weapon could not possibly be hidden from the Imperial Family, so it might as well be known to them from the start.

The Eighth Prince had the Ye family’s Workshop as well; this was also why she had to choose it.

But seeing the Eighth Prince’s name now, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself.

This concubine’s identity really was an inconvenience.

The Eighth Prince, Cheng Yunfei.

The emperor’s currently most favored son.

"Lady, what did you say?" The wet nurse was quite happy and didn’t hear clearly.

Shaohua said, "Go outside and keep watch for me, I want to examine the intricate lock."

The intricate lock was an important treasure of the Ye family, and the wet nurse immediately went out nervously to stand guard by the door.

Only then did a figure move behind the curtain.

Shaohua gave the person a glance; as expected, he looked furious. She coughed and explained that she looked like this when she arrived.

Cheng Yunfei, of course, had people check into this, and he knew the exact details, particularly upon learning that two people had set their sights on Shaohua’s blood, he nearly went and covertly eliminated them, making sure they wouldn’t ever dare to think of it again.

Seeing her like this, Cheng Yan’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Ye Yanyu had come along with Shen Jiran, as she had some matters regarding weapons to discuss with Cheng Yan, hence she arrived early.

After the meal, Shen Jiran’s father had a talk with Cheng Yan, but when he came out of the study room, his expression still wasn’t great.

Ye Yanyu and Shen Jiran were talking about something.

When Ye Shaohua looked in their direction, they both stopped talking instantly, a tacit understanding that they wouldn’t continue.

Seeing how much Ye Shaohua increasingly resembled his aunt, Shen Jiran felt uncertain about a certain decision in his heart.

He looked at Ye Shaohua’s face, conflicted inside.

"Uncle, sister," Ye Yanyu wouldn’t normally care about Ye Shaohua, but considering what the Butler had said and observing Shen Jiran’s changing attitude day by day—now Shen Jiran’s father had eyes only for Ye Shaohua—"Today, His Highness invited me to restore the Ye Family Workshop. Do you want to come and see?"

Shen Jiran’s father looked up in surprise, "He invited you to restore the Ye Family Workshop, you... you can actually..."

Ye Yanyu had been helping Cheng Yan with secret tasks these past few years. Not many people knew about it, not even Shen Jiran’s father.

Now, seeing her uncle’s surprised gaze, Ye Yanyu laughed, "Sorry, uncle, for keeping this from you for so long."

Shen Jiran’s father nodded, delighted, "Good, good, at last you have not let your parents down!"

The group went to the workshop to take a look. Ye Shaohua followed behind, and the wet nurse whispered, "Miss, Miss Ye is truly impressive. I’ve heard she is known in Imperial City for her talents in poetry and literature, with not a single area she does not understand. And now she can even restore a workshop. But she’s still not as amazing as you; after all, you were able to successfully craft a delicate lock, and besides your father and great-grandfather, you’re the third one to do so!"

The wet nurse was indeed thrilled inside; if it weren’t for Ye Shaohua, she would definitely think highly of Ye Yanyu. With such an outstanding precedent, the wet nurse felt Ye Yanyu was impressive, but not astonishingly so.