Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 208 - 207 Cold Palace Abandoned Concubine (5) Third Watch of the Night

Chapter 208: 207 Cold Palace Abandoned Concubine (5) Third Watch of the Night

He stared at Ye Shaohua’s face, trying to detect any sign of unusual emotion.

However, there was nothing.

No anger, no grievance, not even fear.

Yuwen Zhe, who had studied politics for nearly half his life, was at a loss when it came to this woman.

"Yuwen..." Ye Shaohua put down her book, and it seemed that after much thought, she finally remembered Yuwen Zhe’s name, then she looked towards him with indifference, "Yuwen Zhe, what makes you think you can threaten me?"

For the first time, there was an expression on her face, but it wasn’t any that Yuwen Zhe had anticipated.

It was casual... mockery.

Even in such a predicament, she was still so detestable, Yuwen Zhe thought bitterly.

However, when he attempted to teach Ye Shaohua a lesson, he found himself immobilized.

When had this... begun? Yuwen Zhe’s eyes widened as he looked at Ye Shaohua, who seemed perfectly at ease, and her indifferent expression.

A sense of powerlessness finally took hold of him.

It was as if you were prepared to fight her to the death, but she regarded you as nothing more than a clown.

She simply didn’t take you seriously at all.

With abilities like Ye Shaohua’s, how could Qu Huashang compete with her?

At that thought, Yuwen Zhe spoke bluntly, "The decree to make Miss Qu the empress was the courtiers’ will, completely unrelated to her personally. You’ve ended up in your current state because the Ye Family has committed too many sins; what’s the use in taking it out on her? It’s not her fault that King Rui dislikes you."

At these words, Ye Shaohua sneered.

The people of the Yuwen family really think she is so easy to bully, that her mind is so simple.

They think she is bullying Qu Huashang out of jealousy.

"It’s useless, so are you able to convince Yuwen Jing to let me leave the Palace?" Ye Shaohua got up from the bed.

Hearing her say this, Yuwen Zhe’s heart skipped a beat—could she have learned something that made her want to leave the Palace? It was impossible; only he and the emperor were privy to the details of their plans. With Ye Shaohua’s intelligence, there was no way she could guess what they were plotting.

Yuwen Zhe refused to believe that Ye Shaohua could ever guess their specific plan was to target the General Residence, so he gradually steadied his nerves.

However, without giving him another glance, Ye Shaohua called for Frost Moon, who threw him onto a lawn outside the Cold Palace.

Frost Moon hesitated for a moment, but Ye Shaohua extinguished the candlelight and chuckled softly, "Don’t worry, there’s no one within a hundred meters."

Frost Moon didn’t know Ye Shaohua could be so bold. Although she was afraid, she didn’t question Ye Shaohua’s directive. She had trained with Ye Shaohua since she was young, developing formidable strength, and carrying Yuwen Zhe didn’t hinder her movements at all.

Luckily, the Cold Palace was remote. As Frost Moon carried Yuwen Zhe the entire way, she indeed encountered no one, which surprised her. To detect that there was no one within a radius of a hundred meters required at least forty years of cultivation.

When had Lady’s internal strength become so profound?

Thinking of the hundred-meter range mentioned by Ye Shaohua, Frost Moon stopped by a tree and set Yuwen Zhe down there.

After all, he was royalty, so Frost Moon dared not be too harsh.

At this thought, Frost Moon glared fiercely at Yuwen Zhe—if the General were still in the city, her mistress wouldn’t have to suffer such indignity.

When Frost Moon returned, Ye Shaohua was not resting but standing by the window.

"My Lady... Lady?" Frost Moon remembered that Ye Shaohua didn’t want to be addressed as ’Your Grace’ anymore.

Ye Shaohua glanced at the tree in the courtyard and chuckled lightly, "It’s nothing, go to rest."

"I’ll stand guard tonight." However, Frost Moon was reluctant to leave, thinking of how Yuwen Zhe had burst into Lady’s room. If Lady hadn’t had her internal strength, she might have been at a disadvantage.

Feeling guilty for not having taken better care of Lady, how could she possibly leave now?

Ye Shaohua wanted to pat her shoulder but stopped as it might worsen her wounds, so she lowered her hand, "Don’t worry, I will be fine."

"But..."

"There are others who are more capable than you," said Ye Shaohua with a smile but without speaking further.

**

The next day, the news that Yuwen Zhe was beaten up and left in the rear garden spread throughout the Imperial Palace, causing much private discussion among the palace maids—Frost Moon naturally heard of it too.

Curiously, she asked, "Lady, who do you think beat King Rui?"

Chewing on an apple, with a stick in her hand, she doodled on the ground and replied indifferently, "Perhaps... it was divine retribution, Frost Moon. What would you like to do in the future?"

"I just want to stay with you, Lady," Frost Moon said with longing. "Lady, you once talked about wandering the world with a sword, I..."

Frost Moon stopped there, knowing that she and Lady were no longer masters of their own fates.

The Imperial Palace was not so easy to escape from.

Qu Huashang also found out about what had happened to Yuwen Zhe.

Upon hearing her palace maid’s words, she paused with her cup of tea in hand, not asking about Ye Shaohua’s situation, "Did you say... King Rui was beaten up?"

"Yes, it’s very odd. His Majesty did not look into it," replied the palace maid respectfully.

King Rui being beaten up in the palace was no small matter.

Yet the emperor had not pursued the matter, and the normally high-profile King Rui also kept silent, which was strange.

"Also, the Previous Emperor’s Spiritual Position suddenly had offerings that appeared out of nowhere, and the Royal Guard couldn’t determine how," whispered the palace maid close to Qu Huashang’s ear. "My Lady, others are saying it’s the spirit of the Previous Emperor returned."

Qu Huashang’s fingers trembled, spilling the hot tea onto the carpet.

The empress, usually ethereal as if surrounded by an immortal aura, showed a mix of shock, reminiscence, and other complicated emotions on her face.

"My Lady!" The palace maid quickly dried her hand with a cloth, then called for someone to bring ointment.

Seeing Qu Huashang’s fingers red and swollen, someone went to fetch help, but Qu Huashang stopped them.

Qu Huashang waved her hand to dismiss the palace maid, then sat in her chair in a daze.

The palace maids and eunuchs were puzzled.

Only the maid who had accompanied Qu Huashang when she entered the Palace knew why. She closed the palace gate and approached Qu Huashang, speaking softly, "My Lady, you are now His Majesty’s empress. Forget about that man. Otherwise, if His Majesty finds out, you too..."

These two incidents had become the ghostly tales of the Palace, at least for the new palace maids and eunuchs.

Whereas the old palace maids and senior eunuchs, along with Qu Huashang’s maid, all knew the truth.

The visitor was the world-renowned Seventh Prince, also the only one who the Previous Emperor had named as the idle king before the age of sixteen.