Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 513: Mysterious Young Lady No. 506 (1) One More Update

Chapter 513: Mysterious Young Lady No. 506 (1) One More Update

This time, traveling through time, there was no great discomfort.

Ye Shaohua regained her senses in a few seconds, lowered her gaze, and saw a piece of embroidery in her hand, depicting a... butterfly?

Even Ye Shaohua, with her extensive knowledge, couldn’t make out exactly what she had embroidered, managing only a rough guess based on its outline.

After guessing, she felt somewhat... at a loss for words.

The mature woman beside her, upon hearing the man’s stern words, seemed as though she was about to burst into tears, "Third Great-Uncle... Third Great-Uncle, please speak up for Shaohua..."

An elderly man, his hair touched by the frost of age, slightly shook his head upon hearing this, "Not to mention the Hundred Butterflies Amidst Flowers pattern, just now Lady Qingqing was able to name all fifteen colors within three breaths, while Shaohua could only identify ten. She indeed lacks talent in this respect, don’t force her anymore."

After the old man’s words, Ye Shaohua clearly saw the woman’s figure sway as if she was about to collapse.

It was not the right time to engage with the plot; Ye Shaohua held the embroidery in one hand and reached out to support the woman with the other.

"Pack up and move out of the Warm Pavilion." Seeing that the predictable drama had come to an end, the middle-aged man finally spoke his last words, "Let this farce end here."

As he spoke, Ye Shaohua glanced at him and naturally noticed the very unfamiliar look in his eyes.

This confused Ye Shaohua greatly; logically, she should be this middle-aged man’s daughter...

"But Master, Shaohua has always been frail, and now with the bitter winter, could you perhaps allow her to stay a few more days, at least until after the cold season..." The woman seemed to want to say more.

The middle-aged man gave her a cold look, "Doctor Hui once said that Qingqing, having been sickly from early on, must reside in the Warm Pavilion during the harsh winter. I will have someone watch you, you have one hour to move out of here."

"But..." The woman still wanted to argue.

Ye Shaohua sighed softly, supported her, and said in a low voice, "Mother, let’s move."

The woman seemed stunned by her compromise today

Without paying further attention to the mother and daughter, the middle-aged man turned to leave, "Qingqing, let’s go to the hall first. This morning, the owner of the Embroidery Workshop in Jiangling brought embroidery from the Hu people. I’ll take you to see it."

He addressed the fifteen-year-old girl next to Ye Shaohua.

His demeanor when speaking to Ye Qingqing was glaringly different from when he spoke to Shaohua; his face bore a clear smile and his tone was much gentler.

Ye Shaohua saw that the young girl, before turning to leave, slowly formed a smile directed at her.

But seeing that Ye Shaohua had no reaction, she seemed somewhat disinterested.

Those who seemed to be the butler and maids, upon seeing Ye Qingqing preparing to leave, hurriedly followed after her, fanning her, bustling about to find an umbrella, showing both respect and sycophancy in their demeanor.

Seeing the middle-aged man’s heartless demeanor, Ye’s mother wiped away tears, then entered the house, sobbing while she packed.

Not far away, a servant waited for the mother and daughter to finish packing.

With no one around, Ye Shaohua took the opportunity to survey her surroundings.

Seeing an embroidery hoop a few meters away, Shaohua’s mind was blank on the subject of embroidery; she only saw threads arranged in rows by hue, from light to dark, sorted into fifteen bundles.

It must have been the work of Ye Qingqing just then.

The elderly Third Great-Uncle hadn’t left with Qingqing and the others.

Seeing Ye Shaohua’s gaze, he let out a sigh, "Stop looking, Shaohua, embroidery is such that without talent, it’s futile no matter how many years you practice. You can’t even differentiate the fifteen colors, let alone your embroidery skills; in terms of color matching alone, you are already several notches below others... "

Ye Shaohua squinted at the rows of thread on the embroidery hoop, and upon hearing this, she frowned, "That’s not right, there are nineteen colors."

Though the physical condition in this world was poor, Ye Shaohua possessed a powerful soul.

Having come to this world, her body too was soaked with soul power, naturally enhancing her senses more than before.

But this body was truly weak; even walking a few steps made her short of breath, indicating she needed to take good care of it.

"Nineteen colors?" The Third Great-Uncle, upon hearing this, appeared stunned, then frowned deeply and looked at Ye Shaohua with a serious expression, "Failure is not something to be ashamed of."

He thought that the young lady had lost both competitions and was struggling with her dignity when she spoke.

Ye Shaohua glanced at him, then walked forward two steps, took the fifteen similar colors that were already separated, and sorted them again into nineteen groups.

After finishing, she did not say anything but went straight inside to help her mother in this world pack her things.

The Third Great-Uncle stayed outside, scrutinizing the nineteen bundles of embroidery thread she had sorted.

Having grown up in an embroidery workshop, it took the Third Great-Uncle a good half hour in the sun, his forehead sweating, before he could barely distinguish the four almost indistinguishable colors.

And so, by the time he came to his senses,

And saw Ye Shaohua and her mother coming out with their bundles, there was a trace of regret in his eyes as he looked at Shaohua, "Are you leaving now?"

Ye’s mother looked very downcast, "It’s my fault for being useless, dragging Shaohua down..."

The Third Great-Uncle didn’t know what to say, so he just pulled out a silver ingot from his pocket and, despite her many refusals, still placed it in her hand.

When Ye Shaohua could initially barely distinguish ten colors, the Third Great-Uncle didn’t feel much.

But now... she had identified nineteen colors; even Ye Qingqing, who had the best talent in the Ye Family, had only managed to distinguish fifteen.

Being able to identify fifteen colors was a good thing, but unfortunately... there was not a trace of spiritual qi in her embroidery skills.

Ye Shaohua did not say anything more to the Third Great-Uncle, simply carrying her bundle, supporting her mother, and walking step by step outside.

And behind them, the maids and servants who had always attended to them watched with indifference.

Especially an old crone, who even spat a melon seed shell onto Ye’s mother’s shoe.

Inside the Warm Pavilion, it was well known that Ye’s mother and Ye Shaohua had completely lost their status in the Ye Residence; those who once served under the previous masters had no good regard for them any longer, and all were thinking of ways to curry favor with the new mistress.

Ye Shaohua supported her mother as they left, but what she didn’t expect was:

As they passed through the hall, they encountered a man dressed in moon-white attire.

The man walked briskly, Ye’s mother clearly recognized him, and upon seeing him, opened her mouth in surprise, "Yanqiu?"

Meng Yanqiu paused for a moment upon hearing Ye’s mother, "Auntie." After a pause, he glanced at Ye Shaohua with a cryptic gaze, "Miss Ye."

Ye’s mother, upon hearing Meng Yanqiu’s distant tone, couldn’t help but feel odd; Meng Yanqiu used to know her daughter quite well, what was different today?

Ye Shaohua had seen all sorts of people; when Meng Yanqiu looked at her, his face showed an exceedingly unwilling, false smile, and the loathing hidden deep in his eyes didn’t escape her.