Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 487: Unparalleled Divine Doctor (17) 1st Update

Chapter 487: Unparalleled Divine Doctor (17) 1st Update

Hearing Ye Shaohua’s voice,

the people from Assassin Pavilion initially wanted to sneer.

But suddenly remembering something, their gazes firmly fixed in Ye Shaohua’s direction as if trying to identify her.

Especially the leader of the group.

His standing within Assassin Pavilion was not very high; otherwise, he would not be so familiar with the leader of a second-rate sect and even risk offending the Imperial Family to clean up someone for the second-rate sect’s leader.

The change of the Pavilion Master within Assassin Pavilion had not caused a ripple in Jianghu; only the four hall masters at the top knew, yet they kept silent about why the Pavilion Master was suddenly replaced.

Therefore, those beneath them did not know who the new Pavilion Master was.

This was supposed to be a secret, yet it was spoken by Ye Shaohua, the most ordinary woman.

The leading man from Assassin Pavilion stared at Ye Shaohua, astonished and uncertain—wondering if she was bluffing him or...

"Which hall master do you serve under?" Ye Shaohua, seeing that Song Jingshu had not yet come to her senses, continued to ask the man from Assassin Pavilion who had boasted about capturing her in a low voice.

The man looked at Ye Shaohua, "Rong Yan, the hall master..."

"So, you’re under Rong Yan’s charge," Ye Shaohua waved her hand dismissively, retracting the silver needles she had in her hand, "Go back and receive your punishment from Rong Yan yourself."

Looking at Ye Shaohua’s hand holding six golden needles, the tips of which were shimmering with specks of silver light.

Even after Ye Shaohua put away the golden needles, the man couldn’t help but feel a shudder deep inside.

As an assassin for so many years, he had seen all kinds of poisonous weapons.

Not to mention that this was a new type of hidden weapon that had appeared in Assassin Pavilion just a few days ago.

He naturally knew that each of the six silver needles in her hand was laced with deadly poison, and if she had struck just then, he might not have been able to dodge it.

At this thought, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After this incident, the man no longer thought of Ye Shaohua as just some ordinary woman, even if her clear beauty felt no threat, he remained vigilant.

He felt she was extremely mysterious.

Especially considering what Ye Shaohua had just said.

He remembered asking Rong Yan and others before, inquiring what kind of person their new Pavilion Master was.

The man remembered Rong Yan’s answer very clearly.

"Mysterious."

Glancing at Ye Shaohua again, she had named Rong Yan outright and knew the secrets of Assassin Pavilion...

The names of the four hall masters of Assassin Pavilion, just like the Pavilion Master, were extremely secretive; if the man had not followed Rong Yan for many years, he would not have known Rong Yan’s real name.

Yet this woman in front of him had directly named him and knew the secrets of Assassin Pavilion.

Could it be...

At this thought, the man’s face turned pale in horror. He looked deeply at Ye Shaohua and then waved his hand to the subordinates behind him, "Predecessor, my apologies for the disturbance."

Although he had an inkling of Ye Shaohua’s identity, he did not delve into it but instead bowed to Ye Shaohua.

He wanted to contact Hall Master Rong Yan immediately.

Ye Shaohua inserted the silver needles back into her sleeve, one by one, before giving him two words, "Scram."

These two words did not bring any displeasure from the man; unlike his arrogance when he arrived, he left very quietly.

Sikong Mingchen had not yet called over the Imperial Guards he brought with him; he also did not hear clearly what Ye Shaohua and the man said later on, their voices were too soft, and Sikong Mingchen was in a state of being poisoned, his internal strength somewhat waned.

His senses were far from what they used to be.

He had been considering making a move against these people, yet the people from Assassin Pavilion had left.

"Ye, the miracle doctor, what did you say to that man?" Sikong Mingchen felt very strange; why did the people from Assassin Pavilion suddenly leave?

He looked at Ye Shaohua with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Ye Shaohua indifferently turned away, "Nothing much, just shared with them some news."

Sikong Mingchen always felt that something was amiss.

Ye Shaohua didn’t bother with him anymore. Instead, she gave an order to Dong Xue, "Dong Xue, take my cousin and the child inside first. Clean up the room next to mine for them and take them out tomorrow to buy whatever is lacking."

Dong Xue finally came back to her senses from the panic that had engulfed everyone just moments ago.

She then pulled Song Jingshu and her son inside.

Song Jingshu was completely dumbfounded. She hadn’t expected that not only would her cousin not disdain her, but she was even willing to provide shelter for her.

"There’s no need, Shaohua." Although Ye Shaohua was kind-hearted, Song Jingshu still refused. Shaohua’s family was already in trouble, and it was hard enough to find a match for the future as it was. If she, a woman cast aside by her husband, were to be a burden on them, the reputation of the family would suffer even more.

Song Jingshu appreciated Ye Shaohua’s kindness but didn’t accept it.

However, Ye Shaohua didn’t pay any attention to her refusal and instructed Dong Xue to take Song Jingshu back, then closed the Ye Family gates.

"Cousin, since I didn’t expect you to return, I haven’t changed our living situation," Ye Shaohua said as she took the bundle from Song Jingshu. "Wait a few days, and I’ll buy a new mansion to settle you and your son in. I guarantee you’ll live even more gloriously than before."

Ye Shaohua knew her cousin well, remembering they had shared a very good relationship with the original owner of her body.

According to the story of the original owner, her cousin had been abandoned by her husband too. At that time, the original owner had an even worse reputation than her cousin, and Song Jingshu, who didn’t look down on her, even took her in to look after her together.

When she was cast aside by Li Mingde, Song Jingshu didn’t have much money left, yet she was never stingy with the original owner. She still treated her like a treasured younger sister.

Not to mention, after Ye Shaohua transmigrated, it was only this cousin who provided winter relief by giving Dong Xue some money.

Ye Shaohua had indeed planned to settle Song Jingshu before leaving.

"I..." Song Jingshu never expected to hear these words from Ye Shaohua at such a time, and thinking about the grievances she suffered at the Li Family, she couldn’t help but silently shed tears.

She did not take Ye Shaohua’s words about "living even more gloriously than before" seriously.

Yet, Song Jingshu felt that having such a cousin made her life worthwhile.

"That’s right, Mother," Song Jingshu’s son, being led by Dong Xue, was young but his eyes already revealed a sharpness. "That Aunt Shen’s brother only became Top Scholar, but in the future, I am definitely going to be Number One Scholar, so you can be honored and proud!"

Hearing Li Yuan’an’s words, Song Jingshu felt comforted, but she shook her head, "You are so young, yet your ambition is not small. Do you think becoming Number One Scholar is something anyone can do just because they wish it?"

"Who says it’s not possible?" Ye Shaohua was surprised that her nephew was so ambitious.

Not even ten years old, yet he was willing to leave the Li Family with his mother to endure hardships, "My nephew, in the future, you will study with Auntie. I guarantee that you’ll become Number One Scholar within five years."

Li Yuan’an grinned, "Okay."

With such an exchange between them, let alone Song Jingshu, even Sikong Mingchen, who had just regained his composure while sitting on the wall, couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.

"Miss Ye the miraculous healer, don’t think becoming Number One Scholar is easy. If I am not mistaken, the Shen Bangyan you were just talking about, he’s only twenty this year and managed to become Top Scholar, already a rare genius. Such historians are very rare in the court, all because he had a great Confucian teacher. In the future, such words should not be spoken publicly, to avoid becoming the laughingstock of others."

Neither of them took Ye Shaohua’s words seriously, both thinking that perhaps Ye Shaohua didn’t realize how difficult it was to become Number One Scholar.

That’s why she made such a comment.

Aunt Shen’s brother was indeed very talented, even more brilliant than Li Mingde had been.

At less than twenty years old, he had become Top Scholar, whereas Li Mingde was twenty-four when he became Top Scholar.

The difference in age alone was already several years.

However, Sikong Mingchen wasn’t underestimating Ye Shaohua. In his heart, Ye Shaohua was a peerless healer of this world, and whether she became Number One Scholar or not was already insignificant to the Ye Family.

If she, such a monstrous talent, could truly make Li Yuan’an into Number One Scholar material, that would amaze Sikong Mingchen.

Ye Shaohua merely glanced at Sikong Mingchen. The script she had received didn’t include matters of the court, so only now did she realize that a twenty-year-old Top Scholar would be so astonishing.

"Miss Ye the healer, we set off for the Imperial City the day after tomorrow. What do you think?" Sikong Mingchen mentioned the matter at hand after the Assassin Pavilion members had left, not bringing up the previous discussion about becoming Number One Scholar again, to avoid embarrassing Ye Shaohua.

He felt quite curious about the strange actions of the Assassin Pavilion just now and decided to report it to Chu Yunmo once he returned.

Ye Shaohua nodded, "Okay, let me arrange things for my cousin first."

But she took another look at Li Yuan’an, pondering in her heart. She was planning to take Li Yuan’an with her to the Imperial City this time but first needed to assess his current level of knowledge.

She didn’t care about the attitudes of Sikong Mingchen or Song Jingshu.

If talking about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate and the Nine Needles of Yin and Yang, she still had much to learn. But when it came to becoming Number One Scholar, Ye Shaohua was very confident.

A twenty-year-old Top Scholar is shocking?

She had become Number One Scholar in a certain dynasty at the age of less than sixteen, so when it came to teaching others to become Number One Scholar, Ye Shaohua felt that she was probably about to disrupt the balance of this world again.