Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 216 - 215 Cold Palace Abandoned Concubine (13) Third Watch of the Night

Chapter 216: 215 Cold Palace Abandoned Concubine (13) Third Watch of the Night

The character of a person’s handwriting is impossible to conceal.

Not to mention, Ye Shaohua had no intention of hiding it.

Having experienced ancient times once before, she was renowned for her talent, and her own calligraphy was exceptionally good.

After years of refinement, it could be said that no literary giant in the Imperial City could match her when it came to the quality of their writing.

Yuwen Jing received the finest education from a young age and had put considerable effort into his calligraphy.

He was celebrated in the Imperial City, not daring to compete in other areas.

However, in front of Ye Shaohua, his writing seemed utterly insignificant.

Even he was instantly captivated by the three boldly and energetically written characters from Ye Shaohua.

They were unlike Qu Huashang’s meticulous and delicate script; they were more like a majestic dragon in flight, each character executed with a decisive stroke, vigorous and powerful, as if they were about to burst from the page in a burst of unrestrained energy.

These three characters did not belong to any script he was familiar with, and Yuwen Jing had never heard of such a style.

Placed beside Ye Shaohua’s characters, Qu Huashang’s writing, once praised by the literati of the Imperial City,

Truly seemed worlds apart.

Yuwen Jing held the paper in his hands and stood in front of the desk unable to recover his wits for a long time.

Today, for the second time, he felt the blush spread across his face.

He had just advised Ye Shaohua to press her handprint, thinking it might have been better if he had done so himself, wondering what she must think of his writing.

At this thought, a sense of defeat welled up within him.

And a desire to burn that piece of paper.

If it were not for the agreement written on that paper between him and Ye Shaohua, he would have truly wished to set it ablaze.

The eunuch steward didn’t dare to look directly, but he caught a glimpse of that paper from the corner of his eye.

Without making out the contents, he noticed the three large characters "Ye Shaohua," which left him momentarily stunned.

At the same time, he found it very odd.

When Ye Shaohua was still a Wangfei, she had never participated in any literary gatherings, and as time went on, those ladies from noble families stopped inviting her to their flower exhibitions and poetry meetings,

She also had never written in public.

Unlike Qu Huashang, whose literary talent was known to all.

The eunuch steward had also been fortunate enough to appreciate the writing of the Empress, with her fine and pleasing script.

Now, seeing the strength and character of Ye Shaohua’s writing, even if the Empress practiced for another ten years, she would likely struggle to match it.

Of course, these thoughts he dared not express.

It was just somewhat strange; he had not expected that the daughter of a military family, not only skilled in martial arts but also in writing, had clearly put in much effort.

Even someone with no knowledge of calligraphy could tell that such skill did not come overnight.

For the moment, Yuwen Jing had no mood for dealing with state affairs.

Instead, he took the paper and headed towards Yuehua Palace once more, only this time the gates of Yuehua Palace were closed.

This was the first time Yuwen Jing had been barred from entry.

The palace maid spoke with neither servility nor overbearingness, "Your Majesty, Lady Ye has said it’s better that we meet less. She hopes you will remember the agreement."

When he heard this, Yuwen Jing clenched the paper in his hand tighter, looked at Yuehua Palace again, and finally left.

Even though he left, the news that the Emperor had visited Yuehua Palace twice in one night was well-known to all.

Everyone knew that Lady Ye had secured the Emperor’s favor.

Qu Huashang had spent the whole night waiting for Yuwen Jing, but instead of seeing him, heard he had been to Yuehua Palace twice.

Her heart was incredibly unsettled.

She shattered several teacups in succession, and everyone in Changchun Palace dared not breathe too loudly.

"Go, fetch Lady Ye for me," Qu Huashang commanded directly.

Qu Huashang was the only woman close to the Emperor, used to being proud and arrogant. She had never expected that a woman she had not taken seriously could achieve what she had.

When she said to fetch Lady Ye, it was a direct order, and even in anger, it carried a tone of condescension.

The palace maids and eunuchs found nothing inappropriate with her command.

They delivered the message to Yuehua Palace, but Ye Shaohua’s refusal came in response.

At this, Qu Huashang was truly angry. She stood up, donned her official red attire, and went to Yuehua Palace.

Within, Ye Shaohua was feeding sparrows with bird food, and upon seeing the Empress, she did not stand up.

"I apologize, but the Emperor has said," Ye Shaohua looked leisurely over to Qu Huashang, "I am injured and exempt from all formalities."

Qu Huashang obviously knew Ye Shaohua wouldn’t lie and her anger intensified.

"Lady Ye, I truly underestimated you," Qu Huashang spoke coldly, nearly crushing the freshly plucked flower in her hand, "Don’t think that by deceiving the Emperor to take you out of the Heavenly Prison, everything is fine. Do you think you’re still the proud and mighty Young Lady of the General Residence? Enjoy your few good days."

Qu Huashang was not an ordinary nobleman’s daughter and naturally understood the political situation at court.

With General Ye’s return, the Emperor must be wary of the military power he wielded.

Her grandfather had revealed to her that the Ye Family would not end well.

With this in mind, Qu Huashang’s somewhat twisted expression improved a bit.

She watched Ye Shaohua, still able to stand tall and straight despite being confined in the Heavenly Prison, and disdainfully tossed the flower in her hand to the ground.

"Sun Ping, let’s go back," Qu Huashang adjusted her headdress and spoke.

Sun Ping chirped in reply.

Reflexively glancing at Ye Shaohua and seeing those eyes that seemed to smile but not smile, Sun Ping panicked and lowered his head. His pace was a bit quick and he nearly tripped over a pebble.

No, that can’t be right, Sun Ping tried to dispel the unease in his heart.

He had done nothing wrong, and the Emperor would not let the General Residence off the hook for its excessive merits.

He had also heard some rumors these last few days—the Emperor’s favorite from the start was the Empress, which was why she was made Empress immediately upon his ascension, viewing Ye Shaohua with nothing but disdain.

And in some respects... Ye Shaohua truly couldn’t compare to the Empress, lacking her wide-ranging knowledge and gentle kindness.

Only by following the Empress, was there a way out.

With this in mind, he looked at Ye Shaohua apologetically, deciding he had simply made the most correct choice.

No one doesn’t cherish their own life; it wouldn’t make sense for him to die with Ye Shaohua, would it?

The group had just left the Palace Gate.

Yuwen Jing’s eunuch steward hurried over, looking very anxious, "Lady Ye, there has been a great incident at the General Residence..."